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The Devil Within

Five Hargreeves / Reader Insert

Five Hargreeves has not lived an easy life and no matter where he ends up, things never seem to get much better for him.

Stuck inside a body that's his but not, Five is having a hard time moving on, but sometimes all it takes to totally flip a person's view of things is one very special dark and mysterious night.

-note: female OC will remain unnamed and mostly non-descript to give this one a sort of reader insert-ish vibe.

Warnings and extra tags: sexually explicit content, mind games, a little bit of Klaus and Dolores in this one, dubious consent, violent behavior, rough sexual behavior, Dominance and Submission, dirty talking Five, daddy kink, biting, blood, mild body dysmorphia, public sex, Five has many lovey issues but he's still our sweet boy so hang tight-he's going to pull you through all sorts of emotions with this smutty story😏

(23,127 words 4 chapters total)

Link to Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter 3: Angels and Demons

The girl’s mouth snapped shut and her grin disappeared the second Five’s knife was on her.

“What did you do to me; answer me this time!” he fumed.

She lurched forward, trying to latch on to Five’s leg. When he jerked backwards to dodge her, his blade slipped, slicing a small line just under her jaw.

Crimson beads of red began to seep down her ivory skin, but less than a second later the wound healed right before Five’s horrified eyes.

With his knife still ready to split her ear to ear, Five removed his hand from the girl's hair but only to grasp her face, pushing her head up so she had to look at him.

“What the fuck are you!” he screamed as he tried to pry her mouth open.

She twisted her face away, so Five grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him again.

“I am going to ask one more time,” he warned. “What are you and, what the fuck did you do to me?”

The girl didn't look scared. She laughed back, flashing her razor-sharp fangs.

Glancing down between them, Five realized his belt was still unfastened and that he was still in range of getting his dick chomped off.

As he was thinking about how close he’d come already to losing his dick, a deep line formed between the girl's brows.

“Really, Five,” she scoffed. “You were in no danger of me biting your dick off, and you already know what I am because I can hear you thinking it, and the only thing I did to you was what you wanted me to do.”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “So, let me get this right. You are brain invader and a cock sucking slut who also happens to be a blood sucking vampire?”

The girl did not look thrilled by Five’s assessment of her, and she did not answer, which was plenty confirmation for Five that the woman he just forcefully face-fucked was not very happy with him and she was not human.

Looking down at her, his mind whirled. As far as Five could tell, the vampire wasn’t trying to fight him, but she had crawled inside his head, speaking unwelcomed words of love. She had violated him by doing that because it had mixed with his thoughts of Dolores, and he’d fallen for it hard.

The vampire had made him her puppet, pulling him along with his invisible strings, and she was right…he wanted it.

Five cranked her head back and she gasped as if it had hurt her, but he wasn't so sure it did because he didn't know what to believe anymore.

“You have been playing with me from the moment you saw me!” he spit as the point of his knife nicked her skin again only this time intentionally. “I am done being manipulated, and I am sure as hell done with being fucked over by monsters masquerading as humans!”

“Please stop,” she begged, her voice stained from the angle of her neck.

“Please stop what? You fucked with me, it’s only fair I fuck with you,” Five said, mocking her with a spite filled sweetness in his tone as watched her squirm.

Her eyes began to well with moisture and Five couldn’t believe he was seeing such a hurt reaction coming from such a vile being.

His stomach felt sick.

“What did you do to me?” he asked again, his voice hardly above a whisper as he hypnotically watched her slowly blinking away the tears threatening to spill.

The girl slowly swallowed, her eyes floating down to the floor. “I didn’t bite you. I know that’s what you think, but I didn’t. I did tear open that piece of shit in the alley because he was a serial rapist who liked to kill women just for sport. He had dozens of roofies stuffed inside his sweaty ape costume and he planned on using them.

The sound of the metal pipe cracking against that creep’s skull echoed through Five’s mind. He remembered the tiny white tablets spilling to the ground as his body hit the pavement.

Five had been lost in his own dark and depressing thoughts as he had walked down that alley, that to him, when he saw them, it looked like the gorilla man was hurting an innocent young girl. He jumped in and shoved her out of the way just in time. He’d gotten his ass handed to him. He thought the girl had been terrified.

Like a slap to the face, it hit him.

She wasn’t scared.

She was exactly where she wanted to be. That man was going to strike her, and her mouth was open, but it wasn’t to scream.

The angel was playing the prey, but really, she was the hunter all along. She had told him that, only he missed so much and refused to see what she was really saying because he was too focused on looking down her shirt and not getting caught.

In a daze, the blade fell away from her neck. As Five's shaking hand hesitated in front of her, the bloody point left a streak of blood on the bodice of the vampire’s sparkly white dress.

“You don’t need to worry. I took care of that creep,” she said, somehow reading his mind again. “His body will never be found, and nobody saw you there, so there is no way you could be accused of his murder.”

The girl had just admitted to murder, yet she was speaking so gentle, and she wasn’t even trying to get away. Just then, Five noticed that her teeth were normal again. She looked so human that it was hard to remember why he was so mad, and that confusion was making it hard for him to breathe, but still he put the knife to her throat again.

“You did something to me,” he said, part in accusation, and in part question because the truth was, Five wasn’t sure what was happening to him.

The girl somehow looked even more dejected by him saying that but like with everything else Five had wanted of her, she gave in and answered him.

“When I touched you, I knew you were so much more than you appeared to be. I know what it’s like to feel lonely and I wanted…” The girl paused and looked down, then whispered, “You wanted to help me, and I wanted to help you, so I gave you something you weren’t willing to take for yourself and then I healed you.”

As the words ‘take’ and ‘healed you,’ ruminated in Five’s head, he again remembered their kiss and the taste of his own blood filling his mouth.

He was bleeding and he’d felt her teeth on him, but his lip was already split. She didn’t have to bite him to make him bleed.

He was the one that pushed for more of her, and she let him and then she gave him something else that had filled his mouth, and it was amazing, and he was almost certain it wasn't his coppery blood.

“Fuck…” Five uttered, drawing in an unsteady breath. His eyes darted around their private room as the bass from the bar thrummed to the sound of his own frantic heartbeat that was ringing like an alarm in his ears.

All the pieces were coming together.

The vampire had to have sliced into her own tongue during their heated kiss. He could taste the honeyed poison of her blood, and as bazar as it was, in the moment, he'd willingly gave himself to it, and even worse, right now, even with her cowering at his feet, he wanted to escape in her all over again.

The girl’s fingers skimmed the fabric covering his calf as her voice quivered his name.

“Five?”

He looked back down at her, his face contorting with anguish as his body broke out in a cold sweat.

The vampire immediately pulled her hand back in her lap, but just that uninvited advance it was enough to send him defensively spiraling.

Run.

That’s all he could think. Over and over… Run, run, RUN!

All at once, he was sitting at his family’s fancy dining room table, glaring at his siblings and Reginald, blaming them for all his suffering. Five was living a lie at The Umbrella Academy. He felt trapped and plagued by demons that he couldn’t escape. He had to do something.

And the boy did.

He ran.

Then, after a lifetime of suffering, instead of dying, he became something awful.

Coming back to himself with an overwhelming need to escape striking ever nerve in his body, Five looked at the knife in his hand. He dropped it to the floor with a clatter.

A sizzling jolt of energy lit up the air between them. The burst of blue lightning flew out around him, throwing her back.

Five screamed out from the intensity of the pain that was shooting through him, and then he was gone.

~~~~~~~~~

In a sudden illumination of light strobing in the shadowy pass between buildings outside, Five plunged out of his portal. The fall leaves scattered off under the dumpsters and lower lever window wells as the energy coming off of him dissipated, but he kept moving, stumbling forward, his hands catching him at the last second on the brick wall he was about to slam into.

He was hyperventilating and his body was violently shaking from the aftershock of his jump but Five took off again anyway, tearing ass down the dark alleyway on wobbly feet as he struggled to refasten his belt.

He’d just teleported but that wasn't possible anymore. He had no powers, none of them did anymore, but still, he'd just spontaneously ripped through time and space with a rush of terror filled adrenaline and a mere wish to get from a known point A to a known point B.

Beside himself, Five's face turned up as he squinted at the dark sky and the rooftops looming over him. The light rain mixed with the tears streaming down his burning cheeks. He was sure that he could feel eyes watching him. He saw no one, but still, images of the vampire’s sorrowful eyes filled his vision.

Cursing, Five tore off his horned headband, throwing it in the gutter as he ran.

Since it was nearing bar time, when he made it to the street, thankfully he wasn’t alone. Rather than keep pumping into people and making himself look even more batshit crazy, Five forced himself to slow to a fast-paced walk.

For the next six blocks, Five looked over his shoulder dozens of times, but he never saw the vampire.

By the time he was trampling up the stairs to his and Klaus’s apartment, he was a breathless disheveled mess, and his nerves were shot. He was so shaken that he almost dropped his key three times as he tried to get it in the door.

“Klaus!” Five yelled as he dead bolted the door behind him and threw up the extra chain.

No one replied.

Making his way down the hall into their small living area, Five could see that the apartment was dark except for the light on under the microwave. He flicked the switch on for the table light, his reddened eyes agitatedly looking around their kitchen and the living room.

There was nobody there.

Going to Klaus’s bedroom door, he found that room dark and empty too.

Normally Five would have preferred Klaus wasn’t home, but at that moment, he wanted Klaus to be there with a childlike neediness that was messing with him even more.

Entering his own room, he couldn’t see anything because the blackout curtains covering the large window above his bed were fully drawn, so Five rushed over and turned on his bedside lamp.

His emotion blurred vision immediately found Dolores staring back at him and his breath caught, and his chest hurt.

She was right where he’d left her, on his bed, tucked in under the heavy blankets.

“I am so sorry,” he sobbed as he pulled her out of the tangled nest of bedding.

Five wrapped one arm around her midsection, his other supporting her under the severed joint between her torso and where her lower half should be.

For so many years in the apocalypse Dolores did not have her legs or one of her arms, so like so many of Five’s odd habits, now that he had them, he still preferred to keep those parts of her in his closet, but doing so also served a purpose in keeping her easy to pick up, and now, holding her like he used to was all that was keeping him together.

Standing there feeling guilt-ridden and lost, he cradled Dolores, rocking her as much to calm her as to calm himself.

Five molded himself around her familiar shape as he pressed muffled words to her cold neck. “Sweetheart, I know you are mad, but I swear what happened tonight meant nothing.”

Dying to feel her acceptance, he pressed his hand to hers, his trembling fingers lacing between the solid form of acceptance.

“Please say something,” Five begged, but all he got was a bitter response of silence.

For the first time ever, Five couldn’t conjure up that loving voice of reason he had clung to for so long and if he didn't have Dolores inside him, he believed he’d lost the last part of him that was good.

Not even realizing he was doing it, Five panicked. His hand tightened, squeezing Dolores’s fingers so hard that one of them made a quick snapping sound as a hairline fracture crawled up the peachy colored glaze of her flesh.

“No!” he shrieked when he felt her breaking.

Disgusted with himself and unable to look at what he’d done, Five ripped Dolores’s arm off and kicked it under his bed as if hiding the damage made it not real.

Holding her to his chest, with her bald head pressed under his chin, Five sunk to the floor.

A heavy sigh heaved out of him as his lips pressed to her temple. “You don’t need to say it, I know that I am nuts. I wouldn't want me either.”

All of a sudden, a loud burst of laughter ripped out of Five’s chest.

“I am and always have been the devil, and the hell I have been living is mostly of my own creation.”

Five lowered his head, letting Dolores slip from his arms.

As she lay between his legs, Five’s unfocused eyes looked out at the floor in front of him.

"I need to just own it... This is who I am," he whispered.

Dolores still said nothing, but this time, Five didn't expect or want her to.

The apartment was almost too quiet. Five could hear the gears slowly turning in the clock hanging his wall.

The fingers resting over his raised knee tightened. He clenched them together so hard that his nails began to cut into his palm.

His power sprang to life, the blue light emanating from his grip with the infinite potential that he’d once believed defined him but was also responsible for so much of his pain.

He was wrong. Five could see that now. He had no one to blame for the choices he’d made, and he was done playing the victim.

“Well, now what,” he muttered as another round of inappropriate laughter threatened to surge out of him.

“I think that depends on you. Are you done in there?” a female voice questioned from out in his kitchen.

Startled, the light in Five’s hand went out and his head jerked towards his bedroom door.

Holding his breath, he slowly straightened his back. His fingers pushing up on the wooden floor as his body unfolded.

Silently and carefully, he moved Dolores aside to the chair pulled up in front of his desk, then he edged to his bedroom door.

There, perched on top of his and Klaus’s small kitchen table was the vampire, swinging her heels as she offered him a timid looking smile.

“Hey there again, handsome.”

Five’s radiant green eyes moved up, taking in the fake horns settled on top of her head. “Those aren’t yours,” he coolly noted.

“Finder's keepers,” she replied with a girlish spirit that matched her youthful face but not the serious look she was giving him.

“I thought vampires couldn’t come in your house unless they are invited in,” Five stated as he came out into the room, eyeing his knife as she twirled it in her hand with as much stealth as Diego once had.

When he looked to his suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair next to her, the girl’s smile grew just a little more. “Like so many things, that's not true. All it takes to get inside someone’s house is to be very sneaky. And since you are also wondering... I do not sleep in a coffin, and I cannot walk through walls, or fly, and unlike you, I can't just evaporate into thin air. Sometimes I can read what you are thinking, but reading your thoughts is much easier when you are upset, and darling...” her lip quirked, “-you project so loud I can’t help but eavesdrop on you.”

Five raised a brow at the girl. “So, after our little fling at the bar, am I going to turn into a blood sucking bat? And thank you for bringing me my new jacket. I just got that, and it would have been a travesty to lose that one already.”

Looking amused, she shook her head. “You are welcome, and no, you are not going to turn into a bat. You did swallow some of my blood and I got a tiny taste of you, and it was lovely since I enjoy that sort of thing, but our little exchange was not enough to turn you. I don’t need to drain someone to have a good time. That is so cliché and I’ll have you know that I also enjoy eating and drinking other things other than blood.”

“Other things like my jizz?” Five shot back as his unyielding eyes flit down to her chest that not long ago had been decorated with the aftermath of his pleasure.

“Actually,” she drawled as she narrowed her eyes back at him, “I am very fond of caffeinated beverages and spicy Thai noodles followed by huge bowls of chocolate ice-cream with peanut butter and marshmallows mixed in.”

“Hmmm,” Five hummed as his hand came up to his mouth and he stepped closer. “Interesting.”

“I am sure it is,” she softly laughed.

Five’s knees bumped the vampire’s as he came under the yellow beam of the light hanging above her.

Very slowly, he raised his arm and took his knife from her, sitting it down behind her.

“I am sorry,” she whispered as she gazed back at him, sounding and looking much less sultry and confident than she did a second before.

“I am not sure you are the one that should be saying that,” Five countered as he carefully removed his horns from her head, placing them on the table as well.

The girl’s eyes closed for a moment. Five heard her take in a deep breath, then her icy eyes met his again. “I didn’t mean for this to happen the way it did. I really did just want to help you,” she ruefully offered.

Five let out a small laugh that was nowhere on the level of hysteria as his last one. He ran his hand back through his hair as he eyed the vampire that he had corned on his tabletop.

He leaned in. “Your help did more than heal my face, angel,” he corrected, his tone silvery and sweet but his eyes growing darker the more he studied her.

“I may not be getting all this right, but you teleported?” she questioned and Five heard the girl’s breath pull in as his eyes brazenly traveled down her body.

“I did,” he smoothly replied.

She looked troubled. “Did you want to be able to do that again?” she uneasily asked.

Five didn’t answer, in part because he didn’t know how to answer that, and because his powers were only one of the things that she’d accidentally awoken in him.

Five brought his hands to the girl’s knees, pushing them apart so he could move himself closer. “Why did you follow me here?” he questioned, not even bothering to conceal that he was hungrily staring at her lips as he said it.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Is that it?”

She nodded.

“Aren’t you the nicest little vampire? Are all of you like this?” Five teased.

“No,” she laughed. “I am one of the exceptions to the rule in the vast club of blood sucking cock licking sluts, but me coming here is more than that. I wanted to check on you because I really felt like…” The girl looked down, her pale face appearing to redden just a little.

“You felt like there was something more between us?” Five filled in for her as he frowned over her trying to make a joke over the awful things he'd called her.

“I did,” she said, confirming what she'd already almost admitted at bar. Her face looked so scared yet hopeful as she said it that Five couldn’t help but let the smile he was holding back escape.

As his expression softened, he reached up and touched the girl's cheek, his thumb tentatively caressing her lightly flushed skin.

To his surprised, the girl trustingly pushed her face into the same hand he had so angrily held her by the hair with, then she said, “Five, I know you think you aren’t worthy of love, but you are. You have more love and strength in you than anyone I have ever met."

A soft puff of air caused his chest to raise and fall as Five laughed at himself and what he was about to say. “Angel, for a vampire, you have a very forgiving way of looking at things and you letting me get away with the shit I do, and you saying all these flattering things about me makes me want to tear you apart, and I know that dysfunction is all my own, but I am finding that I need to confront that demon if I ever want to move on.”

The vampire smiled.

Five confidently grinned back at her, then with zero hesitation, he tugged her to the edge of the table, causing the wooden legs to bark out in warning against the old linoleum floor.

The girl fell backwards as the old table rocked, her weight landing on her elbows as she looked back at Five in question. “What are you doing?”

“Returning a favor," he calmly stated while at the same time pulling her towards him until her feet dropped to the floor. “Do you want me to play with you again?” he asked as his youthful smile brightened in such a way that he looked every bit the excited young man he appeared to be.

“Ahhh- Yeah… Yes.” As the girl stumbled over her words, Five only grew more confident.

Before the vampire could question him again, Five spun her around and pushed her down on the table. Flipping up her skirt, he delivered a hard slap with his open hand.

The girl let out a loud cry of surprise and her entire body lurched forward from the impact but Five kept moving fast, hoping that the vampire wouldn’t figure out his next move.

Securely holding her hips, he swiftly bent down and pressed a warm kiss over the red imprint his hand had just left on her ass. “You like daddy to take charge and you like it rough, don’t you, angel?” Five took the edge of her panties in his teeth, pulling them back.

“Yes,” she whimpered as he let them go and the elastic snapped against her.

“Good,” Five praised as he stood up and started rubbing the backs of her thighs.

Moving along without an ounce of his apprehension left, Five pressed his hips into her backside, keeping her lodged where he wanted as he reached up to start undoing his tie.

Catching his reflection in the mirror on the wall across from him, Five realized that his eyes were glowing with a predatory light. His fingers stopped and he went still as a statue.

The vampire started to push herself up off the table, and not even thinking, eyes still staring at the unfamiliar face looking back at him, Five pressed a hand to her lower back, shoving her down until he was done removing the black silk from his neck.

“Ah-ah-ah… Daddy didn’t say you could go anywhere,” he warned as a devious looking half smile started to form on the devil's face in the mirror.

With that, what was left of the scared boy inside him and the man that wanted to run were gone. Five flipped his tie loose, then took the vampire by the arm and pulled her up.

Reaching around her front, Five put her wrists together and proceeded to wrap his tie around them.

"Fi-ivv_" His name on a rush of air came out of her mouth at the sudden feel of his teeth slowly sinking into the nape of her neck.

"Hold still," he lowly growled without letting up.

The high-pitched sound that the girl let as he snapped the silk knot as tight as he could was followed by Five biting down harder.

Unwilling or unable to fight it or him, her body swayed as her head dropped back against his.

Distracting the vampire with his mouth was so Five could more easily detain her, and once done, he immediately followed that by rolling the warm pressure of his body against her cool backside.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. You are making me so hard.”

Hearing that, and feeling Five’s erection rut into her, the vampire tried to turn her head to the side to get a glimpse of him, but he wouldn’t let her.

Catching her throat in his hand, Five turned her forward again, then continued to leisurely grind himself against the girl’s backside, using soft pushes and pulls to direct her hips into his.

This behavior was exactly what Five was used to when it came to expressing his sexual urges with Dolores, and even if it was demeaning to do it to someone that was real, he already knew that the vampire didn't mind that broken part of him. She had also said that she liked him as is and as the devil so Five was dead set that the devil was exactly what she was going to get.

Knowing she had the go ahead and that she wasn't as fragile as she appeared to be, Five’s fingers tightened around her neck.

He pressed his mouth to her skin, breathing in her scent along her hair line as he relished to cool feel of her skin on his nose. He squeezed her larnax tighter as his eyes closed and coils of tension pooled at the base of his spine.

As she struggled to breathe, Five's breathing grew heavier and the sound of his wool pants rubbing up on her got even quicker. “I am going to fuck you so hard you scream my name and wake up this whole building,” he threatened.

Raising a hand from the girl’s slender hips, Five wrenched one of the arms of her dress down, then he started to apply a trail of bruises across her shoulder, his mouth deeply sucking and biting almost to the point of breaking skin before letting go.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as Five’s hand that had been crushing her throat let go and moved down under the front of dress. Not stopping, his jerked the flowy fabric up, moving his hand right up under her skirt where he stroked her and massaged her over the top of her satin panties and forced her hips back against his even harder.

“Not God, sweetheart. I am the devil, remember,” Five hummed against her flesh before he bit into her again.

A cry of helplessness erupted from the girl’s gaped mouth. Five held tight as her body fought for more of his hand and her back arched into him.

As Five reveled in her moans, he happily ground the bulge in his pants into her crack, using her like she was one of his pillows with a deliberately placed open book under it. Five knew he could do this for far too long and not tire of it, but this was about repaying his debt and owning something in him he'd long denied, so he pushed the girl’s skirt up, then with the flick of his wrist, he tore her panties off and chucked them over the couch a few feet away.

After another firm slap that made the girl cry out his name, Five spun her around, pushing her back until her butt was on his table again. Then he shoved her down on her back and he threw both her legs over his shoulders. With his hands sliding under her, Five lifted her ass up as he buried his head under the feathered fringe of her skirt.

His mouth covered her without hesitation, his tongue wildly running around, over, across, testing and tasting her.

Hearing several sharp intakes of breath and feeling her thighs involuntarily pressing into his cheeks and Five knew he was doing something right and not just indulging himself. Keeping at it, he tried to figure out how to get her to react that way again, and soon he did, and she was frantically crossing her ankles behind his neck to keep him from stopping.

This was so amazing and new for him that Five moaned into her flesh in part because he couldn’t help himself and partly because he wanted to see what it would feel like to her if he did. Her heels dug into his back as her hips moved against him as the sound from his mouth tickled her, so he moaned even more then started to suck hard, pushing his shoulders into the backs of her legs even harder.

He pulled her clit into his mouth, giving it a few rapid flicks of tongue then he’d let it go only to pull it into his mouth again, sucking, teasing, releasing, and repeating as she writhed. Five had no idea what he was doing but he figured that if getting your dick sucked felt fucking awesome then sucking a girl off should feel pretty good too, either way, he was having fun.

“You are unreal,” the girl panted and breathily giggled as she reached her tied hands downwards, anxiously trying to touch him.

Avoiding the vampire’s clutches as he wondered if even now, she was in his head, taking a chance, Five went lower, dipping his tongue inside her.

That taste...

Fuck.

A guttural sound vibrated out of his throat and his dick screamed at him to be let out.

Ignoring his own needs, Five hummed and whimpered through his dismay as he sloppily licked her slit up and down.

With thoughts of what it would be like to be inside her making him dizzy with want, Five yanked his belt loose and ripped his fly down as he pulled his pants open. Dragging his cock from his underwear, he began to touch himself, all the while sloppily dining on the vampire’s cunt.

No stranger to fucking himself, Five spread the moisture at his tip down his thick length, allowing the feel of it to make him quiver as he played with his own sensitive flesh. Making a keening nose through his nose, Five started jerking hard and he knew that with the noises he was making now that the girl knew full well that he was going to town on himself, but he could care less.

“MM-mmm, Ffff-fff,” he stuttered and groaned against the girl’s swollen folds as his hand moved back and forth over the veins filling his length.

“Jesus fucking Christmas, Five! You sound so fucking hot doing that!” she frantically cried out.

With the vampire’s liquid lust glistening on his face, Five popped his mouth off her. “You want to watch me fuck my hand, you dirty girl?”

“Fuck, Yes! Five! Yes, yes, YES!” Her agitated words filled Five’s ears like a song made just for him as his mouth returned to her, going at it twice as hard and fast, and his reward was the feel of her body convulsing under the hand he had pressing on her tummy to keep her down.

Even more wetness spilled between the vampire’s legs and the stimulating taste and knowledge that he’d just made her cum with nothing but his mouth was enough to turn off what was left Five’s reservations over letting the diabolical deviant in him take the wheel.

Proudly knowing he’d succeeded in his first goal, Five rapidly dropped the girl’s ass to the table, then he ducked under her useless, dangling legs, and rose back up, swiftly kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks as he stood over her. The vampire’s eyes looked glazed over as she watched him slide his black dress pants down his hips and then jump out of them with boyish vigor.

“That was the most amazing face fuck I have ever had. Thank you,” she murmured, the words slurring from her mouth in a way that Five thought sounded so enduring.

Reaching out, he took the long tether dangling from her tied wrists, yanking the knot to release her hands. "Now you can touch me or yourself all you want, angel," Five smugly informed her as he grinned and rapidly started undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Oh, and you are welcome," he said with a beautiful laugh that was all joy. "I do what I can do, and don’t worry, angel. Daddy's not done fucking you, and since you liked it so much, I will tie you down again later if you aren’t too tired after what I am going to do to you next,” he promised, then he tugged his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor in the growing pile of his clothes.

The vampire’s iridescent eyes traveled over Five’s lean muscle, the mountains, and valleys in all the right places. The V-shape of his abs were like an arrow pointing straight to his dick, and just the way she was looking at him as she reeled in post orgasmic bliss, looked to Five like it might make her burst into flames and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Five knew he was okay physically. He wasn’t a skinny little child anymore. He also wasn’t the broken old man he was. He was mentally something in-between, and not at all normal. He had been so sure that he shouldn’t be projecting any of his dirtier and demented appetites on anyone young or old, but this vampire was different and so was this. This felt like it was a free pass and maybe something even more.

It was like she was exactly what he’d been looking for.

The vampire dreamily beamed at him like she was in love, her fangs long and sharp as they gleamed in the light hanging over her. This time the sight of her looking like that didn’t scare Five at all and that’s because he was starting to realize that ‘fangs out’ equated to the vampire being in a state of aroused bliss and he knew very well that he was to blame for it, not her.

She wanted him; the real him, and that made him feel a weight being lifted off him that had been holding him down his whole life.

“Damn,” she softly chuckled as her look turned all mischief and her words filled with sarcasm “I said it once and I am going to say it again. That cock of yours is impressive. With the size of that thing, I am pretty sure there’s no way you have any blood left in your brain, and I’d know that too, since I am by nature a wanton slut who is well educated in all things body fluids."

Hearing her again reference how he'd insulted her, Five’s smug expression weakened to one much less arrogant looking.

“I’ll happily admit that contrary to my documented level of genius, I am not always that smart, and I proved that when I called you that.” Five glanced down at his dick, shaking his hips so that it swung from side to side. He looked back up, using his timid smile to try to charm the girl as much as his body seemed to be doing. “But…as you noted," he sighed, "it’s not really my fault. I am a very horny guy, whose blood has other places it needs to be, so I am pretty much a stupid prick about half the time because of that, so will you forgive me? That wasn't okay and I am sorry.”

“Sure, that’s why you are so mean. Too many boners...” she mocked as she giggled.

Five dropped his chin, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his lower lip pushed out.

“Oh, jeez,” she barked laughing over the sight of him pulling out all the stops. “Yes, I will forgive you. How can I not with you looking at me all pouty like that while you also swing that dangerous weapon around.”

Satisfied smile in place because he’d so easily made amends and had won her over again, Five began to advance. Picking her up off the table, much like he did with Dolores from his bed, Five’s arms came around the girl, only this time he had the luxury of feeling her ass and her cool arms wrapping around him to embrace him back like he’d never felt before other than in the delusions he created.

“I really am sorry, I hurt you,” he whispered as she stood there with the front of her heels bumping his toes.

“I know, Five. I know what you felt, and I didn't mean to invade your mind and push you into a corner like that. I am sorry too,” she breathed back.

The odd realization that the girl in his arms did understand him and that she may be the only person that ever has, made Five want to say so many things he couldn’t begin to express appropriately, so once again, he didn’t try to.

They both stayed like that for a few long seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, but the tension broken when he grabbed her jaw, pulling her into a messy kiss while he rolled his hips into her, so the tip of his cock brushed back and forth in the small gap between her legs.

Thinking of his bedroom and about laying her out on his bed where he’d have plenty of room to work, but also the fact that Dolores was in there and would be watching, Five decided to take the vampire with him on a spatial jump across the small kitchen. As they reappeared, he sandwiched her between him and the plaster wall dividing his kitchen and bedroom.

The girl breathlessly gasped. “Wow- Tha-that... That was...different!”

Five smiled as he waited for her eyes to refocus.

“That was nothing. If you want me to take you on a real ride through crazy land, I can,” he only half joked as he excitedly kissed her again.

Moans spilled from her mouth as savage need took him again, his hands moving all over her body while he nipped and licked at her reddened lips.

The shimmering fabric of the vampire’s costume left almost nothing to the imagination as Five groped her breasts like a mad man, but still it had to go.

He moved his assault to the girl’s shoulder, buzzing a growl into her skin just before he bit down and simultaneously ripped the skimpy white dress from the bust down to the bottom hem.

The soft white feathers scattered at their feet as the ruined dress slunk down her legs and fluttered to the floor.

“Fuck. You are so beautiful,” Five puffed as his head fell to her chest, his lips quickly finding the perky nubs of flesh he’d been eyeing up all night.

Loving how her nipples grew hard with his suckling kisses and how his naughty vamp kept welcoming his every demanding touch, Five moved back and forth trying to figure out which of her breasts was his favorite, but try as he may, he couldn't figure it out. Acting out like a kid in a candy store who just got to try sugar for the first time, Five was feeling long past he'd landed on cloud nine, but he knew there was a better way to get her aroused again to the level he was.

Though Five was feeling selfish and he didn’t exactly want to relinquish his newfound toys, he did.

As his hard cock thrust between the girl’s thighs, Five’s tongue attacked her mouth again, swirling around, trying to seduce her into biting him.

Much to Five’s frustration, the little vampire wasn’t taking the bait. Kissing her much softer instead, his thumbs drew slow hard circles into her lower back, kneading her body as he plotted his next move. Then, as she was losing herself to his fingers rubbing her so hard that he felt like he might rip out her bones, her mouth dropped open in pleasure and Five slide hiss tongue under one of her fangs.

When the taste of his blood filled their mouths, and his cock head glided back and forth between her legs, the vampire’s contented moans shifted between breathier whines and frantic whimpers. “Please,” she sputtered against Five’s lips as he tried to keep them locked with hers. “Ffff-plea-ff."

Five only let up when she wasn’t begging him to stop, and her body tensed and then fell into him limply from the power of another orgasm thundering through her. He leaned back just enough to admire his tormented vampire and to give her a wicked grin that involved him shamelessly licking the taste of his own blood from his lips. “There. Now it’s time to fuck you through the wall, love.”

The girl’s mouth gaped as if in wonder, and Five couldn’t be sure if it was what he’d just done that was causing her to look at him like that or if it was the intimate term of endearment he just called her. What he did know was she'd liked it.

Even though he'd never done this with a real person, and he was pretty much just living out his fantasy's as they hit him, Five was feeling pretty damn proud of himself, but then she started laughing at him.

“Five, where in the world did you get it in your head that fucking someone through a wall was a good course of action?”

“I have no fucking idea where some of my crazy ideas come from. I am an old perv virgin and I am shooting from the hip so just go with it,” he growled but he couldn't help laughing after he'd said it.

Then, catching the girl’s knee, he lifted, pushing her body up so he was bearing most of her weight.

Taking just a moment to line himself up, Five pushed his hot length along the slickness between her legs and that alone felt like heaven but a lifetime of wanting to do this and the worshipful look in her eyes was what drove him to end his suffering once and for all.

In one brutal shove, Five entered her.

“Holy fuck!” she cried as her head fell back against the wall hard, rattling the generic piece of art hanging a few feet away.

“Amen,” Five moaned, holding himself deep inside the girl’s quivering body as his naked heels plowed back on the floor to support them. “You are so fucking tight,” he grated out through clenched teeth as he tried to hold still, so he didn’t blow his load in the first second of finally getting his cock inside her.

Closing his eyes, Five slowly undulated his hips, working himself back and forth until he was sure that he was moving freely thanks to how wet he'd already gotten her.

Despite his previous non-dick related efforts to fuck her and insulations of her whoring around town sluttiness, Five’s cock felt like it was in a vice grip; his head was already spinning it felt so wonderful. His thoughts were almost nothing but static and he could easily fuck her hard and fast until he was seeing stars, and that would take less than thirty seconds, but Five was determined to own this and her, so he resisted the urge to give in to that easy and quick form of euphoria.

Like his fingers at the bar, Five’s hips pulled back, then violently pitched upwards. His tip slid back and forth, as he began to move in shallow thrusts.

Flipping his head back to get his hair out of his eyes and with his hand locking onto the girl’s leg, Five lifted her up even more, so that the tips of her heels weren’t touching the floor at all.

“Say you are mine,” he demanded as her arms and legs started to wrap around him.

When she didn’t answer other than to let out an unintelligible string of vowel sounds, Five forced his generous sized cock back all the way, slamming it into her all the way again.

“I am YOURS!” she yelled as his body smacked against hers with a thwack.

“That’s right,” Five panted as he started using her body as wished, his hands digging into her hips as he violently thrust himself up into her.

As he figured would happen as soon as he was really moving, Five was quickly losing his grip on reality and on himself. The vampire’s nails cut into his back, and the pain was exactly the distraction he needed to keep him going a little longer.

She yelled out his name as he pushed her knee up higher, bending it more as he nipped and licked at her ear. Dipping his head, he pulled as the skin under her ear with his mouth, drawing the blood to the surface of her skin so a deep purple replaced where his lips had just been.

When the girl’s hands locked on the back of his head, pulling at his hair hard enough to make Five grimace, his mouth latched on to the milky pale flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

Thinking of nothing other than possessing her, Five’s teeth dug in hard.

As soon as traces of vampire’s sweet blood started to touch his tongue, Five bit down harder.

Her body shuddered, and he latched on like an animal, sucking on her while he repeatedly impaled her.

“Oh, FFFFuuucccKKK!” she cried, her body trembling even harder as she pawed at Five’s back and her fingers weakly tangled in his messy hair.

With his mind turned to utter mush, Five jerked his body into her, forcing her back side against the wall so hard the old plaster started to break.

Not letting up, Five bit down harder, unable to stop himself. His dull teeth were destroying her skin and it had to hurt terribly but the vampire only cried out his name even louder as her cunt rapidly throbbed around his cock as he jackhammered her with it.

Five felt indestructible and it felt like his feet had lifted off the floor but when he finally brought himself to break away and look down, half expecting to see that he was in fact flying and she'd lied to him, they remained planted on the ugly brown and gold surface. Fueled by the magic in the vampire’s blood and the darkness in him that had always wanted his, Five drilled the girl even faster, his dick as hard and insistent as him that after he was done, his joke of fucking her through the wall would hardly be a laughing matter.

Five’s brows knit together, and his eyes burned brighter with ethereal light as he intensely focused on watching the girl’s every expression that crossed her face. His low grunting moans filled the kitchen as he leaned in, his hot quick breaths brushing against the reddened lips he couldn’t get enough of.

Five kissed the vampire one more time, her mouth gasping for air and for him as he thrust in a piston like motion, making his cock pump in and out of her like he was a machine. His forehead was glistening with sweat. His body was quivering. He was at the end of his rope, no longer able to hold himself back to drag this life altering encounter out any longer.

His eyes flickered open and shut and his body helplessly tensed and relaxed, then went rigid again. The sound that came out of him as he skirted the edge of climax could only be described as feral, but when Five’s orgasm came out of him, it was with soft whimpers and him shakily shooting spurts of cum deep into the girl that he’d just made his.

The fire in Five’s eyes was like emerald embers, quietly burning out to nothing more than the faintest glow.

His body threatened to give out and send them both crashing to the floor, but he wouldn't let it.

He slowly and carefully allowed the vampire’s feet to hit the ground again, but he didn’t let her go because he was too scared that if he did, she'd be gone. His young face as he looked at her was the picture of innocent longing and hope but also deep peace, and it was all long overdue.

Five looked like he could fall asleep standing right there, but instead, he leaned in, letting his body become heavy in her firm arms instead of the other way around.

When he felt one of the hands around him gently release and let go, Five winced slightly but the vampire quickly reached up and touched his cheek that wasn’t resting against hers and he nuzzled his head against her neck, wishing he could stay like that forever.

When Five finally opened his eyes to hers again she whispered, “You are gorgeous, Five, you know that?”

He smiled uncomfortably. “Thanks, so are you… I said that, didn't I?”

She laughed at him like he’d hoped she would, then he carefully started to ease himself out of her.

With the sight of his cooling seed dripping down her legs and onto the floor, Five dizzily turned and picked up his dress shirt. Kneeling as the girl quietly watched him, Five tenderly wiped her off and then himself.

The vampire’s adoring smile never wavered as she let Five take care of her, but as soon as he was done, her cool eyes began to scan his apartment and her pink lips turned down slightly.

“Can I officially meet her now?” she asked, gesturing to Five’s bedroom.

Knowing full well that she meant Dolores, Five nodded. He knew he was grinning back at her request, looking like a fool, but that didn’t stop him from watching the naked little vampire walk into his room to meet the only other woman he'd ever known.

“I know, Dolores,” he muttered, answering the silent voice that was speaking to him again as he followed. “She is perfect for me, and I did need this to happen.”

After very brief pleasantries were extended and he indulged both of them, Five smartly shut down their threesome by putting Dolores away in her comfortable cubby in his closet.

As he turned, the vampire sat down on his bed, then gracefully crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap as her eyes scanned the shelves of books next to his desk.

Five was speechless as he took in the delicate curve of her waist where it met her hips. She looked almost like a porcelain doll in the dim light from his lamp and that was ironic considering his admiration and love for Dolores.

When she finally looked back up at him, standing there buck naked, gawking at her like the inexperienced old scoundrel he was, Five was sure she was going to say something to tease him for being so openly lovestruck but then she said, “I suppose I should go, but first I probably should borrow a long shirt or something else you don't mind parting with. It is still All Hallow’s Eve, and the ghouls are out in droves, and I know they won't mind seeing the sight of this undead bod of mine, but the cops might.”

“Don’t go,” Five found himself saying, his voice so broken sounding that it even shocked him.

The vampire’s hands floated up to her heart as if subconsciously trying to protect herself from Five desperately trying to claim it. “Are you sure you want me here for more than what we just did? The four-orgasm, devil daddy spanking I just received is more than I deserved after-” She paused and frowned. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay, it’s just you should know that a girl like me comes with restrictions that you don’t have to worry about with other girls. We can keep this strictly what we did... Just too people who crossed paths on a lonely night...”

“I have never been surer of anything in my very long, very sad life,” Five laughed, then he came over, scooped up the vampire’s legs as he righted her on his bed, then climbed over her and occupied the empty space beside her.

With the left side of her body pressed against the right side of his, the girl glanced over at him. Misreading her tense expression, Five worriedly asked, “Did I hurt you when I did that?”

What Five couldn’t bring himself to say was that he didn’t just mean when he’d lost himself to fucking her so hard. His eyes moved to her shoulder to where he’d bitten her but just like his blade, there was no evidence of his crime.

“You didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite,” she said as her cheeks lit up the smallest amount but enough that Five knew she was feeling as affected by what they’d done as he was.

Smiling like a fool again, Five propped up his head on his forearm. She reached ever, found his other hand, lacing his fingers in hers as she rolled over, propping up on her elbows with her chin on his chest. “The night is young, and you’ve got me all to yourself, so what do you want to do now, handsome? I know Antique Roadshow is playing reruns at this hour on public television and that cute little old man in you is just dying to watch it…”

“I don’t have a TV in here,” Five huffily reminded her as his chest rose up and down with laughter.

“Oh, right! You don’t,” she replied, pretending to only just now notice Five’s lack of modern electronics other than his small radio on his desk. “So, what do you want then, daddy?”

Mind still taken and buzzing with all that was the perfection he saw in front of him, Five quickly said, “I want to keep you and learn everything I can about you. Can I?”

“I think something can be arranged,” the vampire whispered back as Five felt her cool lips press against the inside of his wrist.

With slow movements and a slowing mind, Five languidly reached over and turned off the light, then he delicately pulled the vampire’s body around him, so her back side was up against his. Lazily holding her, Five listened to the calming sound of her rhythmic voice, answering his many, many questions about her life and how it was she came to be what she was.

After a while, Five merely held her, saying nothing. The vampire's quiet breaths slowly synced with his and his eyes grew heavier.

As he slipped off, Five felt her brush a hand back through his hair, the sensation of it only adding to the unfathomable contentment he felt.

Part in a dream, but with one foot still in the real world, Five didn’t want to run from himself or anything anymore. For once, he was truly happy.

Chapter 4: Forever

Hours later, like the early riser he has always been, Five started to wake up, but old habits weren’t the only thing driving him.

His room was so dark you couldn’t see anything but the faintest outlines of his furniture, yet the coolness of the female lying next to him with her feet tucked around his made him smile for her anyway.

He breathed in the feminine smell of her hair as he kissed her neck.

The she didn’t move.

Five’s morning wood was parked between the girl’s legs, and he was naughtily undulating it when he wasn’t even fully awake but even that moment of semi-conscious depravity didn’t arouse her, so he knew that she wasn’t awake, and it could have something to do with what she'd told him the night before about her tendency to operate nocturnally.

“Damn it,” Five breathed as he rolled over, trying to calm himself down and give her some space.

Suddenly, he was flipped onto his back as the vampire pounced on him.

“You are awake!” Five laughed as her bottom pushed down on his hard dick and she grabbed his wrists, pushing them up over his head where she easily held them there with one of her hands. As he thought about motorboating her breasts, Five asked, “Want to go for that ride I was talking about?”

Smirking, he jostled her with his hips.

Eyes glowing, the vampire smiled, her fangs visible in the faint light reflecting off the wall at the edge of Five’s curtain. “Oh, sweetheart, I am going to take you for more than a ride. I decided that I like you so much, I am going to grant you your wish.”

“My wish?”

Heart starting to race, Five watched as the vampire dangled the pair of handcuffs in his face. Clearly after he'd fallen asleep, she'd snuck into his bedside table and found his stash of dirty magazines and other useful items.

As Five was just about to say something about her taking his things again without permission, with strength he didn’t know was in her, she reached up, fishing them through a rung of his metal headboard, then she slapped them on him before he could wriggle his hands free.

As she squeezed, the cold metal painfully dug into Five’s bones, and he looked up at her with his face twisted with confusion.

“There. Wouldn’t want you going anywhere…”

“I wasn’t going to go-"

“I know,” she quickly soothed while simpering back at him.

Shooting forward, the vampire came down on Five, her fangs slicing through the side of his neck.

He screamed as she tore him open. Then he screamed again, and it was cut off by her hand aggressively clamping over his mouth.

Her mouth popped off him and Five could feel his blood seeping down his neck onto his sheets.

“Ah-ah-ah, daddy,” she warned.

When he felt her cold hand come around his shaft, Five weakly whimpered. Then when she came down on his length, slowly covering him until he was deep inside her and she was mounted on him properly, Five moaned like a dying animal and then she latched onto him again, sucking hard.

Pain and terror, and pleasure ripped through him, and all the while, his cock was being polished by the vamp’s curvy hips bouncing and rocking as she wildly fucked him. The tension building deep in Five’s stomach all the way to his toes was enough to make him cry out again, but she masterfully cut it short and covered it with her iron hand again.

He could hardly think. His arms fought against his restraints, the metal clanking against his headboard. He tried to pull at his power to blink.

His power was nowhere to be found.

The vampire’s hand moved from his mouth and Five gasped for air. Her mouth came over his and the taste of his blood on her tongue made him jerk back.

“That’s not what you like, is it?” she taunted with her voice thick and velvety.

She leaned up, her nails digging into Five’s chest as her body rocked and pushed against his. His climax was ready. He was on the brink in more ways than one, but like so many things ingrained in him, he couldn't let it come unless he was the one controlling it. It was all he knew.

Even in the dim light, Five could see her smile. He could see traces of his blood on her lips.

“Five, darling… You feel and taste so good. I am the luckiest girl there is,” she said, looking like a fallen angel as she sadistically rode him.

Five was dizzy. He saw floating white dots flitting around his vision. His tensed legs extended back down on the bed as he grew weaker.

He wanted to do something, anything, but his mind and body were failing him.

It felt like he was falling.

He shut his eyes, letting himself fall further into the abyss of the darkness taking him away.

The vampire touched his face, her cool fingers making his droopy eyelids flutter open. “We aren’t done, Five.”

His voice was barely even a whisper, and his face showed no signs of pain anymore as he simply said, “I know.”

Five started to drag his legs back up, his knees bending behind her as his heels dug into the bed.

“Bite me again,” he breathed as he started to thrust his hips up into her, driving his cock full deep even though he hadn't found the strength to open his eyes again yet.

The vampire couldn’t look more pleased as her hand came down on Five’s slim but strong torso and she happily cried out, “There’s my fighter!”

As Five flexed his legs, and bounced his hips up, his shaft plummeted inside the vampire faster and harder with each second that passed.

Giving him more room to pull out of her, the vampire’s mouth came down on him again, her hair tickling his chest as it pooled across his cool skin.

She licked him, her tongue drawing lines over his torn flesh before she started sucking on him again.

Five let out a rough sounding moan, the edge of it sharp and shattered.

His body felt so cold. He was trembling from it, but he didn’t stop fucking her, and then he felt her weight fall on him and his eyes flew open.

Her body was shaking as hard as his, but for the first time, she felt like she was on fire. After only a couple more, primal, lust-driven thrusts, Five twitched and he felt liquid warmth filling the vampire's core as she moaned her approval against his ruined neck.

Five’s release hit him so hard but all he could do to verbally express how he felt was to let out a small sob.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted his hands around her. He wanted her even though he’d just had her, and she’d had him. He could feel the static of his power crawling under his skin. He knew it wasn’t gone and that he had only been unable to wield it because deep down, he didn't' want to get away.

Death was always with him. He'd walked the line, neither living nor dying for far too long.

Five could have just died and he would have done it without fear.

Death had never scared him, but now he no longer felt like life did either, not when he’d journeyed far past the limit of what his mind and body could comprehend and found something he'd never known could be.

The vampire slowly pulled away from the deep wound she'd left on him, saliva mixed with small amounts of blood covered where her mouth had been, the cold air of the room brushed against the white-hot bite causing a sharp gasp to pass Five's lips.

“You aren’t dying now, love," she whispered.

Five didn’t know exactly what she meant because he definitely felt like death at this point was a possibly, but the feel of her warm skin suddenly pressing to his lips made perfect sense.

He bit down, his teeth gnashing at the vampire’s wrist. She let him writhe and cling to her, losing himself to the syrupy thickness of her but only very briefly before she started to pull her arm back.

Letting out a noise of complaint, Five tried to follow her but he could only get so far before he lost his hold on her, his mouth breaking away as his shoulders defeatedly slumped back on the bed.

“Too much and we’d have two bats in this belfry,” she said as she gently wiped the corner of Five’s mouth.

“I thought you said you couldn’t turn into a bat?” Five quietly countered.

The vampire laughed softly. “You got me there, handsome, but I do have a slight aversion to the sun and so do bats.”

She laughed more heartily and Five could feel his softening cock crawling out of her along with the coolness of his release coving him but he didn’t mind the feel of it, because he was more interested in gazing at the shadowed light illuminating her face.

“As for the sun… Sunburns shouldn’t be a problem since my sugar daddy was kind enough to let me have my way with him this morning," she teased. "If you want to take me out to get coffee and donuts and then go for a lover's stroll in the park, I promise I won’t ignite, and neither will you.”

“I do want to do that. Not the spontaneous combustion part, but the coffee, copious amount of simple sugars, and the lover's stroll,” Five said, smiling because that was exactly what his plan was after he woke the vampire up with his daybreak boner and finished what Klaus referred to as a round of hanky-panky hid his poor deprived Mr. Wanky.

“Good.” She grinned then bent down and softly kissed the newly healed skin where she had minutes ago bit into him.

The feeling of that sent tingles up and down Five's spine and it lit up the darkness inside him to a near blinding level.

About an hour later, after a shower that included a much less bloody and aggressive fuck, Five was dressed in his usual finely tailor sexy suit and his vampire was looking at him with a silly smile as she twirled around in one of Klaus’s tie-dye dresses and the cowboy hat he'd gotten to replace the one he’d lost during their time in the Sparrow's timeline.

“Lose the hat,” Five ordered.

“Ah… Vampire. Sun. Ouch. Remember?” she said, eyeing Five like it was obvious as she plunked the much too large hat on her hat.

Stepping over to the hall table, Five plucked a large pair of Jackie Kennedy style sunglasses out of a basket filled with Klaus’s other precious fashion pieces.

The vampire shimmied up to his side and Five tipped the hat off her head, then gently slipped the shades on, his fingers lingering along her jaw for a moment before he pulled them away and picked up a black umbrella out of the stand next to the door. “Will these do?” he asked, tugging her closer with the crooked wooden handle that he'd just hoisted up under her dress and hooked behind one of her legs.

“It will,” she said, relishing the feel of his warm touch as he took her hand and gently kissed the top of it.

Hand in hand, the teleporter who had fallen out of time with the rest of the world, and the vampire with a heart as big and broken as his, opened the door.

“Hey…” Klaus said, standing there with his keys out, ready to stick in the lock.

Five’s brows furrowed as he looked at his brother’s tangle of curly hair and his much less primped looking Little Bo Peep costume as it swooshed against his long tights covered legs.

Where's our broom?" he testily questioned.

Klaus's lips pulled back sheepishly. "I lost it."

Five let out a tired sounding sigh but on the inside, he wasn't mad at Klaus at all. Inside, unlike before, he couldn't be happier.

Klaus’s mouth slowly started to gape as he continued to look at the cute young couple standing in front of him. “Looks like going out last night wasn’t such a bad idea..." he said in wonderment. He shook his finger a Five, then added, "I was right wasn't I, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Halloween night is magical!"

Five glanced at the vampire and smirked at her, then his brother.

“Yup, you were right, Klaus. It is,” he said, unable to hold his usual dry tone as he beamed like a cheshire cat and proudly strutted by, escorting his perfect new vampire girlfriend down the hall.

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Prologue

SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved.

Warnings: no warnings...this time. Some non cannon relationships in this AU but cannon themes and Easter eggs a-plenty.

Chicago: Summer of 1993

It's only his 5th trip up and down the steps in the last hour, and Steve has about had it. Being left to haul a car full of Robin's personal belongings and boxes up the three flights of spiraling staircases to their brand new apartment building while she goes off in search of dinner and some help wanted signs seemed like a good idea at the time. It wasn't until he opened the hatch and saw how MUCH she actually packed did he immediately regret his choice to stay behind. He stood there regretting his current situation in an unfamiliar, bustling and loud city while sweat beaded on his hairline and flush spread across his cheeks in the humid June air.

Muttering to himself as he passes a redheaded teen girl carrying a skateboard who refuses to get out of his way on the staircase, he finally pushes his way through their doorway and he's thankful to feel the window unit he threw in first thing after they arrived starting to rev up and cool down the space. Steve repositions the particularly heavy box full of Robin's things on his hip while he reaches over for his cup of iced water setting on the counter and pooling condensation. Desperate for the reprieve, Steve gulps down an extra large sip and attempts to swallow but all sense of relief washes away as something slams into his whole left side. The glass he is holding ricochets down to the ground while Robin's box of nostalgic memorabilia topples over and spills out too. Hawkins High all over the floor.

"Jesus Christ, Robbie, what the hell!?"

Bending over to start collecting all of Robin's teenage memories, the last threads holding her down to a town that didn't love her as much as she loved it - Steve doesn't hear anything she says when she first lifts her fists over her head and into the air in celebration - barely registering that she body checked the boy as she threw open the door.

"Rob. Robbie, what the fuck are you saying? You're doing the thing… " he waves his hand in her general direction.

"Oh fuck, sorry." Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath to regroup, realizing now that she came in making a whole lot of noise and saying not a damn thing at all.

She takes a deep breath and with a gleam behind her eye proclaims "I landed us a job, Dingus!" Both fists jolting upwards into the air again, he now sees the job applications crumpled up in her fists and yielded like torches.

"Dude, gimmie that." Steve says. "You're gonna ruin it before I can even fill it out. We can't start a new job being that unprofessional. Christ… . What are we doing anyway? Gotta be better than that restaurant gig we both bombed before we left Indiana."

"Ok so, yeah, yeah this has the potential to be better than that. Definitely better than Family Video. For sure. And there's no stupid costume like Scoops. God. That sucked. We should pretty much know how to do a lot of it already and the manager seems like he's kinda chill. I told him I don't really know much about the ... uh...topic…but uh…that I'm a fast learner and he said we start on Monday and to bring the paperwork with us." She rambles, motioning to the pages Steve now holds in his hand.

"O-oh kay Robin. Details please. You know them in your head but I don't yet. You-you gotta share."

"Ha! Yeah! Sorry about that, I mean…." while she trails off and starts to fidget, Steve immediately knows there's more to the story.

"Robbie. What are you not telling me? "

"It's called The Hideout. It's on Clark St, just a few streets over. 20 minutes walking - tops."

"20 minutes is doable." he says, and then quips back "Man, don't tell me it's a restaurant. I really didn't want to eat shit at that job all over again. I guess I'll take what I can get so we can at least get on our feet… "

" It'snotarestaurantit'sasexshop!" Robin blurts out in one rushed garble of words.

"I'm sorry, WHAT did you say?" Steve stands with his hands on his hips, looking at her incredulously. "Did you say SEX SHOP?"

Steve is freaking out. He's immediately embarrassed for something he hasn't even done yet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot and shades of red staining his face and neck in splotches. Are those hives? She's giving me hives, he thinks to himself.

"What am I supposed to tell people when they ask what I do?! What are we supposed to tell the kids back home when they start to call non-stop? What am I supposed to say to my DAD, Robin?" He can feel her mere existance giving him heart palpitations while she looks on at him sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders. All he can do is focus on his breathing so he doesn't blow a gasket on his friend.

Among the myriad of other things this move has going for the pair, Robin sees moving to Chicago as her opportunity to live who she is out loud and finally be free of the confines a small town puts on someone who looks a little different, thinks a little different and loves a little different. Steve, just happy for the fresh start and the chance to maybe do things for himself for once, was not really thinking this is how it would all start out, but looking at the excitement on Robin’s face made him soften just a little.

Now pacing back and forth across the entryway to dispel her nervous energy, she looks on at her exasperated friend and he gives her an almost indistinguishable nod of the head in agreement. She smiles softly at him and says, "Anyway, I distinctly remember you once encouraging me to talk about boobies with you, Steve. Lighten up and get ready for tits, dicks…all of it! I'm ready and this city is my sexual awakening!"

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Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/124546213#workskin

content warning: still smut. (MDNI) they’re at the brothel this time. fingering, edging, strap on. bondage and like dub con, i guess? obviously reader is into it but Sevika just kinda does what she wants with her to teach her a lesson. brat taming.

summary: It seems like she’s not a customer anymore. Your night could’ve been peaceful, and surely your coworkers would be jealous of you taking their business.

chapters:

1. Relaxing Night

2. A Long Night at Work

note: this one’s fun. tell me why i cared enough about zaun currency to read a reddit post to learn about it. probably still got it wrong too bc i skimmed :/ still in love with her and trying to include more backstory. the reader is like very much based on my arcane oc because why not? it’s my writing i do what i want. also i just really like that story so i want to put it out there. anyway, this one is like just all smut. not much fluff, sorry, but the next one will have plenty of playful banter. hope you like :) (proofread? never heard of her)

—————— 18+ ——————

Life at Babette’s wasn’t nearly as bad as some could picture it. The job itself already gave you a place to sleep—a roof over your head. You were at a point where you were worth enough that only tolerable customers came through. Sure, you had your share of creeps, but most were clean and civilized.

Babette was like your family at this point. You’d been working for her since you turned 18. She had been promising you a job for years before that but wouldn’t allow it until you were old enough. The enforcers would take one look at a minor in her house and arrest her, even if you weren’t working. The day you turned 18, you got off the street.

The worst part was the enforcers. They would raid the place, looking for any drop of shimmer or illegal coins. Some were just trying to do their job. Others would pin you to the ground and cuff you if you blinked at one of them wrong. They’d have their fun teasing you, trashing your room “searching” for illegal activity, before spitting on you and leaving with nothing.

In another life, you were a fighter. In that life, you’d had your fair share of enforcer blood on your hands.

But in this one, you were already too beaten down to care.

Piltover had taken everything from you, much like it did to everyone else. You were one of the only workers that didn’t accept Topside clients. They could go fuck themselves; they didn’t need your help.

That was part of the reason fucking Sevika gratified you so much. It made you feel like you were really pissing off the enforcers, screwing the crime ring’s best fighter. You were helping her grow her forearm strength that night.

You hadn’t run into her since that night. It had been about a week and you’d been lying low. You never knew with those sorts of situations. People could always have ulterior motives. Besides, the lesser known brothel down the road had been raided a couple days ago and you were preparing for the day they came to you.

Sevika surely intrigued you. Given the chance, you would fuck her again, but you knew the likelihood of that. She was too important to hook up with the same person twice. She had every woman in the undercity at her disposal. You were just a whore.

—

The night was still young as you sat up after your last client. They were an excited couple that was much too interested in having a third.

Some of the party left a little disappointed.

In the end, the husband was just watching you take care of his wife. The idea made you chuckle even now.

On your bedside table was your payment. Five silver and two bronze. They didn’t tip well.

Your room at Babette’s was one of the largest there. Lavish curtains hung from the ceiling like it was a deep purple and black circus tent. Silver beading and faux gems hung around the banisters of your canopy bed. The lighting came from low lamps and dripping candles scattered around the room.

The bed, of course, was the centerpiece. It was even on a raised platform compared to the rest of the room. It was a large king with the softest silk a Zaunite could ever touch. There were secret hooks and straps hidden on the sides for easy access, and the bedside tables were packed full of toys.

Other than the bed, There was a small lounge sofa, a mirror, a long plush rug, and a swing. There were other small pieces of furniture around like cushion chairs and little tables, but nothing to be paid attention to.

You got used to your feet and walked down to the other half of the room. You approached the mirror, checking if they left any marks and if they messed up your makeup too badly.

Everything seemed good, and you checked the rest of you. You were wearing a tight black velvet corset with a straight neckline that pressed your chest up. It was part of an underwear set that connected to garters and thigh-high stockings. Your heels had been tossed somewhere around the room, and you didn’t care to find them.

On the coffee table beside the sofa was your mask, which you promptly slid back on. It was simple black and covered down to the tip of your nose. Thin silver laced the edges.

You fell onto the couch, lying across it like a luxurious woman and not an undercity whore. You had the glamor of a woman from Piltover but not the reputation.

You closed your eyes, taking this brief moment of silence. Of course, you could hear the distant sounds that came along with the job. Erotic noises came from nearly every room around, but they blended in after so many years of being there. Someone was always laughing, screaming, moaning, and weeping.

A moment later you rang a bell for the interns to come in and change your bedsheets. They did so quickly and left without saying a word. You were glad. They were a bitchy bunch trying to take your job. All because they thought they were hotter, prettier, or more skilled.

They weren’t.

Out in the hall you heard someone approaching in clicking heels. The curtains to your room slid open, and your coworker Zanira poked her head inside. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around for you somewhat frantically. “Babe, you’ve got a customer coming.”

“Okay.” Your brow furrowed at her. Usually there wasn’t an odd warning before a customer. They just walked on in. You blinked at Zanira. “Let them through?” You didn’t know how to respond in such a random interaction.

Zanira pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but she just nodded and closed the curtain. Her heels clicked as she walked away, and heavy footsteps replaced hers. They were getting louder.

The curtains rustled, being pushed open for the large frame that entered.

A sly smile spread on your face as you watched her look around for you. When her dark, gray eyes met yours, you cooed, “Come back for more?”

When you heard her footsteps you assumed it was some ghastly man coming through for a quick fuck. This was a pleasant surprise. Though, whatever state she left you in would surely impact how the rest of your workday went.

Sevika pulled the curtains closed and clipped them shut. You followed every movement of hers, focusing on how her fingers flexed as she tied the curtains shut. “I heard you’re an expensive one,” she said, eyes sliding back over to meet yours.

You nodded proudly. “It takes a golden hex to get me to do anything.” It took you years to earn your reputation.

“Hm.” She looked over all your furniture, analyzing what the two of you had at your disposal. “What’ll you do for three?”

You smiled mockingly, cooing, “Fall in love with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I’m glad I only have two.”

You scoffed. You didn’t need her attitude if that’s all she was here to give. “What brings you here? My girl looked a little alarmed when she saw you coming through.”

Her brow creased and she turned fully to face your side of the room. “Am I not allowed to be here? I come all the time.”

“Yes, but you usually stay with the more… docile of our servers.”

She liked submissives. You’d heard their cries every now and then when you knew she was around. When you would speak to them and they’d mention her, they’d whisper with blush in their cheeks and a prudishness to their words.

You were no such doe.

“Come here and I'll show you why.”

You cocked one eyebrow. “I’m not moving until I see money.”

For just a moment, her strong demeanor faltered. Did she really expect you to crack like that? It was almost cute. She was disappointed. You weren’t like the easy sluts down the hall that listened to her every beck and call.

“What?” You pulled yourself up by the back of the sofa. You now sat across it like a model. It was enchanting and you knew it. “You think just because we hooked up at a bar that you don’t have to pay me?”

That was an off-the-clock fuck for fun. For actual pleasure. If she found you while you were in this room, she had to pay you. There was no premium pass just because of what happened in the back room of the Last Drop.

Though, you wanted her. Half of your brain said “so what? Whatever will happen will be worth much more than whatever she’ll pay you”. The way she stared down at you made you hot. She was there for one reason, and, hell, you wanted to make sure she got what she came for.

“You weren’t asking for payment the other night. Say, by the way you looked I doubt you even remembered what a hex looked like at the time.”

Images of what the two of you had done came flooding back (as if they ever left), and you pressed your thighs together slightly.

Still, curtly, you asked, “Is that so?” You faked a pout. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Your vulnerability is showing, Sevika. Don’t be so desperate, now.”

Her face hardened into stone, and she looked down at you with stern eyes. You would be lying if you didn’t say it excited you. This little game the two of you played was pure entertainment.

She stalked over to you and stopped when she stood above you. You stayed lying back, acting as cool as could be. She leaned down, placing one finger under your chin to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. She didn’t smile as she said, “You’re real cute when you act like you’re in charge.” She pointed across the room. “In bed. Now.”

A shallow breath fell from your lips and, yeah, just like she said, you couldn’t even remember what money was. You wanted her again—you needed her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fuck, you’d make up the money some other way.

You stood up, slipping past her as she ran her hand down your back and watched you go. Her gaze was like glue to your backside, you could tell.

“And get rid of that fucking mask.”

You threw it to the floor.

You crawled into your bed, pushing the covers back and sitting up by the pillows. Across the room, Sevika walked over slowly, pretending to be interested in everything else in the room but you.

When she reached the bed, She stood at one of the banisters, leaning against it and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head to the side. “Water too cold for you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all.” She gestured to all of you. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Her tone had you wishing you would listen to her. She did something to you no other fuck did. Just the way she raked her eyes down your body made you shiver. But you couldn’t let her know that.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I’m not doing anything to you until you do, and if you don’t start listening to me when I tell you the first time, we’re going to have some problems.”

“Then I guess we have problems.” You stuck your bottom lip out, mocking her.

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair. She looked back down at you. “Come here.”

You crawled forward, stopping at the edge of the bed where she was and getting up on your knees to meet her eye level.

“Oh, but you’ll listen to me now?”

You smiled. “I choose what I want to do.”

“Yeah, alright.” She wrapped her hand around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson last time. Now, I’m losing faith in you.”

She squeezed just tight enough to have you dizzy. You grasped her forearm, leveling yourself and she held you up just slightly. Excitement riddled your body and you felt yourself getting wet. You wondered how much longer until you broke.

“And, gods, you’re gonna have to stop talking,” she growled, getting close enough to your face that you could smell her.

“But—“

She pressed a metal finger to your lips. “No.”

You swallowed a boulder. Her grip on your neck was starting to have you see stars. It was heavenly. She leaned in, but flinched back when you tried to do the same. She held an ironic, menacing grin as she held you still and kissed you.

It felt like a wash of relief. As much as you were playing to cool, you wanted her so badly. Your panties were ruined and soon you would be too. The heat in your core was nearly unbearable.

Her hand squeezed just the slightest bit tighter around your throat and she had you gasping. You clawed at her forearm and she continued to kiss you, sliding her tongue beside yours. Instead of letting you win, she took one of your frantic hands and brought it down to your underwear, encouraging you.

The room was rocking and spinning around you. Sevika kept you wrapped in her kiss as your shaky hand slipped into your underwear and you dragged one finger through your folds.

A strangled moan ruptured your kiss. Sevika moved to kiss your cheek, jaw, and then your neck as your fingers began to circle your clit. The feelings together were the perfect mix, and you felt yourself relaxing into her touch. Despite this being only your second time together, she knew exactly where to drag her teeth to have you moaning into her ear.

She took her hand from your throat, caressing it down your body as her metal arm kept you firm in her grasp. You needed it. You kept a slow, torturous pace on yourself and it was starting to make you weak. You’d finish soon if you weren’t careful.

Sevika kissed down your neck and across your collar. Her arm hooked around your waist and reached for the laces of your corset. “How do I get this off of you?”

You could hardly think with your hand still massaging your clit. With your free hand, you reached behind yourself and felt around for the right tie.

She was impatient, taking her sharp metal finger and slicing through every row of laces.

“Sev!”

The corset fell off your front and she pushed it out from between the two of you. She stared down at your breast, taking one in her hand as she muttered, “I’ll get you a new one.” She rolled your nipple between her fingers, having you sigh. “Now, shut up.”

“You can’t make me—“

Her lips caught you in another kiss and she led you to lie down on your back. She moved you so the two of you were lying properly in the bed.

You could feel your orgasm coming. You rubbed your clit faster as she seemed distracted with your breast. She dragged her lips down your body and took one of your nipples in her mouth. She ran her teeth over the sensitive skin, sucking it into her mouth. The sensations of all your pleasures made you feel electrified and you could stop from moaning her name.

You were expecting a boring night. But this was anything but that. her figure over yours was enough alone to send you over the edge. Just to know that you were in her arms, being ordered around by her, being punished by her, was maddening. You felt dizzy even without her hand around your throat.

Just as you thought you were going to cum, she pulled your hand out of your panties.

“But…” Your eyes got lost in hers.

“You really don’t stop talking,” she grumbled. You watched as she leaned over and pulled one of the drawers of your nightstand open. Excitement fluttered in your stomach as you wondered what she was grabbing.

She came back with a cloth tie. She sat back between your legs, holding it up menacingly. “Maybe this’ll help you shut up.”

Before you could protest, she was wrapping it around your head and tying it tight enough that you couldn’t speak. The gag pressed into your mouth and you bit down on it with as much attitude as you could, glaring back at her.

“There,” she smiled. “So much prettier when you’re quiet.”

You spit curse at her through the cloth, only becoming more irritated as she nodded along mockingly. As if she could understand every gargled word. Her grin only widened with every nasty word.

Her coarse hands ran over your ribs, reaching around you to flip you over on your stomach. “Stay there.”

And before you could jerk your hands up to move or untie the cloth, she had your wrists pinned behind your back. They fit between the grasp of her calloused palm snugly and she held you still.

She was reaching over again, grabbing another tie to keep your wrists together. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were more obedient.”

You lay there, completely at her disposal, as she picked up your hips and moved them where she wanted. You were on your knees, shoulders and face pressed into your sheets, and growing wetter by the second. Your clit still pulsed from your fingers, and you needed her to touch you.

Everything she did to you was different and electrifying. Hundreds of people came to visit you but none knew how to touch you like she did.

You turned your head to one side, craning your neck to see her behind you. She was pulling her shirt off and then her bra. It was an entrancing sight, watching the muscles in her shoulders and neck move to pull the clothes over her head. Her brow was tense with focus as she dropped her things off the side of the bed.

You looked at her bare figure, nearly moaning just at the sight of her. You needed to see her pants come off too, but she was done, looking back at you with a hooded stare. She was devouring you with her eyes. it sent a shiver up your spine.

She leaned over you, pressing her chest against your back as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. Her breath was hot against your bare neck, and the sound of her breathing so close to your ear made your core drip. She groaned as you pushed your ass up against her hips, her teeth biting down on the back of your shoulder.

Her hands ran down the sides of your torso, dragging her fingertips over your skin to make you shiver. Her hands rubbed the underside of your breasts, massaging your soft mounds.

She cupped your breast in her hands, pressing them against her palms as she pinched your nippled between her fingers. A sigh fell from you as you continued to grind your hips back against hers.

One hand moved down your front, toying with the edge of your panties as she bullied your nipple until it was sure to bruise.

“You don’t need these, do you?” She asked.

Before you could even try to respond, she was ripping through the fabric and pulling it off you. She discarded the tatters before slipping her hand back down and diving into your sensitive folds.

“Mm,” she hummed, collecting your slick on her fingers. “So fucking wet, and I was starting to worry you didn’t like me.”

The tips of her fingers began to push into your entrance, causing you to relax into the mattress as a moan slipped past your clenched teeth. Her two fingers curled inside of you, her palm rubbing your clit as she set a slow and burning pace.

The cool metal of her arm slid around your hip, guiding you to ride her fingers. She forced you to comply with her slow pace though you wanted to rest your finish so badly. With every curl of her fingers, she pressed hard against your most sensitive spot. Your soft walls tensed around her hand, dripping down her knuckles as she left a hickey on your upper back, right where your muscle met your neck.

It was hot and painfully slow how you rutted against her hand. A slow moan slipped from you as she tugged at your sore nipple once more. She rolled it in her fingertips, massaging your soft tissue as she rubbed your clot against the bone of her palm.

“You’re so fucking nasty, baby,” she groaned. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a whore like you.”

A blush spread across your face as you whined, grinding your hips faster to try and get her to speed up. You cried her name with a demand to get her to do what you wanted, but it only came out as a string of muffled grumbles.

“What was that?” Her voice was laced with teasing pleasure. It was dripping with amusement. She pulled her fingers out a bit just to shove them back in harshly, having you suck in a hard breath. “You’ve got something in your mouth, babe. I can’t understand you.” She said it so plainly it was like you didn’t already know. Like you were just that fucking stupid.

She seemed to be taking pity on you, ravishing in the way you squirmed when she went faster. Her assault was unwavering as the pleasure spread throughout your body.

Heat shot to your head as you felt your orgasm coming. Your body was frantic, trying to grind and ride her hand just the way you needed to finish. Stray curses and moan were muted by the gag. The cloth was now soaked with your spit and drying out your tongue.

“What’s that?” She taunted, “You’re close, aren’t you?” Her gravelly voice right by your ear. You nodded quickly, face rubbing against the mattress as your eyes snapped open to look at her. The hair was falling out of her ponytail and curling over her forehead as she hovered behind you, close to your neck.

The constant rubbing of her fingers inside of you had you hardly hearing her. The room was filled with your strangled, muffled moans as all you could focus on was chasing your finish.

As quickly as you felt the orgasm coming, she pulled her fingers out of your soaked cunt. The sudden loss of sensation had you twisting under her, hard and angered words spat through the gag as you flared back at her.

“Hey—hey!” She gripped you by the hair on the back of your neck, tugging your face up to look her in her eyes. “Don’t be suck a fucking brat. You’ll get what you want, be patient.”

Your hair slipped through her fingers as she dropped your head back down onto the mattress. Your face smushed into the sheet as your lower half went cold. She moved off of you, once again reaching into your nightstand to find something else.

Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap that was bigger than one that had ever been inside of you. That one was only for you to use on other people. You didn’t think it could fit in you.

Her name was butchered through the gag as you tried to get her attention. She was too busy pulling the harness over her hips to care about your worries.

Her pants had already been dropped to the floor, and you fought your hardest to break your wrists from the tie she’s put them in. You wanted to feel the strong hacks of her thighs. Her plain black underwear was low on her hips, revealing how far her deep purple scars went down her body.

“Sev…”

Her eyes flicked up to you. Her face was shadowed with lust. Even if you could tell her that would be too much, she wouldn’t listen. You could still see your juices on her two fingers as she walked back over to the bed, crawling behind you.

“I know,” she assured, rubbing your ass and hip. “You’ll be okay, baby. I know you can take it. You talk a lot of shit, but I see right through you. You like it when I treat you like this.”

Your fingers clenched as you tried to pull your wrists free. She only took it as an opportunity to reach down and kiss your knuckles gently. As if she was trying to be chivalrous and sweet.

A final snarky remark was spat into the gag, and this one was louder than the last. A sharp sting spread across your ass as she spanked you. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as she smacked you again, the pain tingling under your skin. It lingered as she adjusted behind you and began to rub her cock through your soaked folds.

The cold silicone made you shiver and whine into the mattress. She eased you into the feeling, but soon enough she was pressing the tip against your entrance. So covered in your slick, the tip pushed into your puffy pussy with more ease than you expected, but soon the stretch became painful.

A sharp cry broke through the gag as she continued to abuse your cunt. Every time you thought all of it was in you, she pushed just one inch more. Finally, the base of her cocker your entrance and you whimpered at the fullness. There was no more you could’ve fit if she tried. Your walls clenched around her and you pushed your hips into her to convince her to move.

Perhaps her teasing was over because she complied, pulling out and rocking back into you. She found a rhythm that you could keep up with, your thighs shaking and tensing as she thrust you again and again.

The tie around your wrists was beginning to strain the muscle in your shoulders and wrists. Your head pressed to the side made your neck crane and cramp as you were pushed harder into your bed. So fucked out, the pain was hardly noticed compared to the coursing, heated pleasure thy she sent through your core, all the way into your lower belly.

You would’ve stayed there forever. The bed creaked with every thrust of her hips, hitting against the wall as she muttered a mix of cruel and sweet saying to you to coax you along.

At some moment, she moved behind you slightly and slowed her pace. Your worries grew and you thought she was denying you your finish again, but she soon began her cruel humping again.

“Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning down so you could see her. In her hand were her two hexes. “Take it.”

You glared up at her, wrists writhing in their tie.

“Come on,” she urged, holding her hand closer to your face so you could really see the money she was going to give you. “You can’t have it unless you take it from me.”

She jerked her hips into you harder, making the strap shove further into your cunt. She had you groaning, face smushed further into your pillow.

Through the bag came a muffled “fuck you”, and she frowned at you pitifully. She shrugged, moving out of your gaze and dropping the coins somewhere on her clothes.

She thrust roughly into you again. “I think you should just give up on this bratty act. I like you a lot more when you’re broken and fucked out underneath me.”

Sure, she was talking to you, but you weren’t listening. One of her hands had snaked down to your front and was rubbing tight circles around your clit. Together, her stimulation and rutting was quickly driving you to your finish.

If you could talk, you would beg. The pleasure was too overwhelming for you to come up with any bite. You needed to cum. You needed her to take you there.

Your peak was approaching fast. and she could tell from the way your hips pushed back into her more sloppily than before. It was a frantic attempt to finish before she could stop you.

“Come on, baby girl, you can cum.”

That was all you needed, her deep voice pushing you over the she as you keened, going limp into the bed as your orgasm shot through you. It came in heated waves that had you crying for her.

She was kind and slowed with your finish. The ribbed sides of the dildo beginning to burn as she slowly pushed in once more time. Then, she pulled out, rubbing the muscle in your shoulder as she sighed.

Her hand slipped up to undo the gag at the back of your head. Your limp body had her pulling the cloth out from under the other side of your head as you spat it out of your mouth.

A thick breath heaved from your lungs as you licked your dry lips. “Give me a break.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

Your nose wrinkled. With the nastiest, most disrespectful tone you could, you spat out a “please”.

She shook her head, smiling to herself. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you a break while I untie you.”

“What if I run?” You hissed. She loosened the tie around your wrists, and you immediately pulled your hands free, rolling your wrists as you pushed yourself up onto shaky arms.

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” she said, helping you roll over onto your back.

You stared up at her, the hair sticking to her forehead, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, and the imprint of a wet spot on her underwear. The sheen on her broad shoulders and biceps was entrancing as you were lost in the sight of her as she leaned down to kiss you softly.

Her hot tongue slipped against yours as you whined against her lips, cradling her face in your hands. She rubbed her palms down your hips, adjusting your legs and spreading your thighs as she brushed the sticky strap against your core again.

A weak sigh slid between your mouths as you braced yourself to take her again. You were sore, but as the dildo rubbed against your clit, you were alight with arousal once more.

She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not done ruining you, sweetheart. I want to see you cry on my cock.”

She sunk deep back into you, having you a heaving mess under her. “Now,” she began. “Do you think you can stay quiet without this?” She held up the gag, looking down at you with an expectant gaze.

You let out a heavy breath. As it fell out of you, you realized she’d won. You were too tired and fucked out to bite back. All you wanted now was for her to take care of you. You’d do anything to keep her here with you.

“Good girl.” She rubbed her thumb across your cheek. “See? You can behave.”

She pulled out just enough to ram back in. Your mind was lost in the heat of her. You were ready to beg if need be. You just couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her fucking into you.

Your hands, still sore from the tie, pressed against her collar and chest. Her skin was softer than expected, and slick with her sweat. You reached between your bodies and cupped her soft breast, massaging it gently. She moaned into your skin, rutting into you so the strap stimulated her clit just as much as she pleasured you.

You were so full, her cock so thick as she rubbed the ribbed sides against your abused walls. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closer as you ran your hands through her hair.

Her lips met yours in another heated, hungry kiss. She was nearly desperate, spit mixing with yours as she thrust harder and you whined against her mouth. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip. She rested on one elbow, hand threading through your hair as her metal fingers gripped your thigh to keep you tight against her.

She wasn’t focused on your pleasure, humping against you just so she could feel the strap rub against her clit and get her off. She used you as a fucktoy to reach her climax, being ceaseless in her own pace.

The idea of it made you feel close regardless. The fact that you were her’s and she used you however she wanted had warmth spreading through your core and sparking to your clit.

Your eyes began to sting as tears built at the edges. It was a flood of sensations that had you moaning and crying out as she kissed you again.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. You look so beautiful right now.”

She bit down on your neck so hard you were worried she’d draw blood. Your makeup was running down your face as tears collected in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You tugged at her hair, having her moan against your skin.

You met her hips, trying to persuade her rhythm to please you, but she only pushed your hips down harder. “Stay still, baby, I’m close,” she groaned. Her incessant thrust only hurt, smacking against your cervix as she chased her high.

Another wave of arousal rolled through your body as her chest pressed against yours, her nipples pressed into your skin and breasts. It didn’t take much longer before she became a mess above you, moaning loudly in your ear as she jumped her cock into you quickly to satisfy her finish.

Stray whispers of praise fell from her lips as she continued to thrust into you, wanting to see you cum and you were close. Shivers shot down your spine as she dragged her lips across your jaw, and your orgasm came on suddenly, having you shake and your vision go white. You screamed, nails digging into her shoulder as your pleasure overtook you.

She hushed you, hand rubbing your hip to coax you down from your high. Heavy breath heaved through your chest as you lay there, hot and thoroughly fucked as she helped you come back to her. Your eyes cracked back open, finding her looking down at you gently with a slight crease in her brow.

“You there, doll?”

You smiled, nodding as she rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip. Sharp exhales still shot through you as you relaxed against the bed and in her arms.

She pulled out slowly, easing out as you but your lip from the sensation. You watched as she took the harness off. She came back with a cloth and wiped the insides of your thighs.

“Why can’t you be this nice all the time,” you jested, pushing her shoulder gently with one foot.

She scoffed, laughing lightly. “I could say the same thing to you.”

You made an annoyed sound in your throat, brushing her off as she got back up. The mattress shifted with her weight and you tried your best to sit up and lean back against your pillows. Your wrists ached as you pushed yourself up, and the tendons in your thighs were sore as you closed your legs.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you muttered. “How am I supposed to do my job now?”

She shrugged, pulling her pants back on. “That’s not my problem.”

You crossed your arms. “Food is expensive.” You didn’t make enough money that day to buy dinner for yourself yet, and you were starting to get hungry. She tired you out in every sense. Hell, you really needed some water too.

“Okay,” she nodded. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve got a poker game tomorrow night and one of my guys just bailed. There’s an empty spot at the table if you want it.”

Your brow furrowed. Why the hell did she want you there?

“You can eat as much as you want,” she offered.

Your head tilted to the side. Every pro and con ran through your mind and a million questions shot through you, but one came to the surface: “Why me?”

“Because I want someone easy to beat,” she teased, pulling her shirt over her head. She saw your glare and shook her head. “Really, there’s just no one else, and the game won’t be as good with less people. You seem like you could hold your own against the guys I hang out with—much better than the girls down the hall.”

Surely, she had some ultimotives. She probably just wanted to get in your pants again but was trying to be nice enough so you would let her. A night at her poker table would probably be a good time. You gambled with some of the other workers when business was slow and you thought you were pretty good. Besides, being seen with her so publicly would probably keep you safer when walking down the street.

“What time should I be there?”

She was fully dressed, standing at the edge of the bed. If she was happy with you agreeing, she didn’t show it. “About nine.”

“Okay. Fine.”

She nodded, leaning over the bed. “Okay, I have to go now.” She motioned for you to come forward and kissed you slowly when you complied.

She hummed against your lips. “Walk me out?”

“Funny.”

She laughed, leaning back and muttering a goodbye as she walked out. You said it back quietly, face slightly contorted in confusion as you tried to figure her out.

After she was gone, you laid there for a while in silence. Your sweat stuck to your skin as you ran your hands over your hair to tame it in the back. You wiped the makeup that was smudged under your eye.

A few minutes later, Zanria poked her head back into your room. You assumed she was just being nosy, but you soon saw she was carrying a tray of something.

“What?” You asked, feeling a bit too tired to be nice.

“She paid for this,” Zanria said, walking up to you in the bed. You sat up more to see the platter full of grapes, cheese, chocolate, and other small foods. There was a small pitcher of water, too.

Of course she did. She seemed to care about you a lot more than she was supposed to, and you weren’t complaining.

You only hoped it wouldn’t get too deep

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allisluv · 10 months ago

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COMING CLEAN

Chapter Five — the list

pairing: finnick odair x fem!oc

content warnings: president snow is a warning in himself, tooth rotting fluff mostly, flirty comments, traumas, implied sex work, dissociation and i think that’s it <3

word count: 3.1k

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Dahlia had never managed to escape what had happened during the 67th Hunger Games for very long. Everywhere she turned, there were reminders. A cold snap in the weather. Sickles in district nine. She grew to associate the colour red with violence and blonde thirteen-year-olds with Alara. Carbon copies of the young girl she was meant to protect. Carbon copies of the young girl she couldn't save.

Even in her sleep, she could not separate herself from the horrors in the arena. Her dreams were plagued with disturbing memories. Beckett's lifeless body lying limply in her arms. The way the colour drained from Mallory's face as Dahlia slit her throat. The light leaving Xavier's eyes. How Apollo had used Eleanora's body to light a fire in the mountains. Alara crying out for her mother.

Dahlia woke with a start, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Tears gathered on her waterline and she blinked them away quickly. Beads of sweat trickled down the back of her neck and into her damp pyjama shirt.

Finnick was snoring quietly, his chest rising and falling in steady motions. He must have been a deep sleeper to keep dozing through her tossing and turning. The alarm clock on his locker flashed with a hologram of the time.

It had only just gone 10am which gave her plenty of time to relax before tonight's gala.

She pulled back the duvet covers and quietly crept her way towards her suitcase. It was still open from last night, so she didn't have to worry about the zipping noise waking him up. She pulled a yarn of wool and two knitting needles from her suitcase before tip-toeing her way onto the balcony.

It wasn't anything special: two white plastic chairs and a matching round table. There was a row of potted plants through the bars and a view of the bustling Capitol streets. Not all that different from her own hotel room.

She settled in the shade of the balcony and got to work almost straight away. She was three-quarters of the way through knitting a black sweater for her sister; Ivy had outgrown at least half of her wardrobe in the last month alone.

Having something to do took her mind off the particularly harrowing flashbacks from last night.

Beneath her, cars honked their horns at other drivers on the road and she could faintly hear a conversation from the penthouse suite above her. It was rare to have a peaceful morning in the Capitol and it certainly made her trip that much easier.

Finnick stumbled onto the balcony about an hour later. He squinted in the morning sunlight and wiped the traces of sleep from his eyes. "Morning," he sat opposite her and set two full mugs of coffee on the table. "Have you been up for long?"

Dahlia was too absorbed in her knitting to offer anything more than a shrug. Her eyes were trained on the stitches as she threaded the needles through the wool. Eventually, her fingers stilled and she discarded her completed knitting to one side. She peered into the cup he had nudged in her direction and was surprised to see that he had committed her coffee order to memory.

"Thank you," she cupped her hands around the mug, craving the warmth. Finnick shot her a soft smile and sipped his iced coffee. Dahlia tentatively lifted the mug to her lips and gulped it down, the liquid scalding her throat. "Did I wake you up? Sometimes I forgot how loud the knitting needles can be."

Finnick let out a breezy laugh and shook his head. "I'd probably sleep through an earthquake so you haven't got anything to worry about," he ran his hands through his strands of bronze hair and attempted to untangle the knots with his fingers.

"How long have you got until your first appointment this morning?" he asked gently, taking care to keep the question as casual as he could. He didn't want to make a big deal out of it. "Have you got enough time for me to show off my magnificent breakfast skills? I can assure you that it'll be worth it," he grinned, cockiness seeping from every word.

Dahlia bit back a smile and ducked her head until she had regained her composure. "That depends on whether or not pancakes are on the agenda," she quipped, her head tilted at an angle. "I have very high standards, you know," she teased with raised brows.

Finnick ran his tongue over his teeth and jumped to his feet, digging his hands into the deep pockets of his pyjama pants. "Oh, I'm sure you do honey." He yanked open the balcony door and the curtains fluttered in the wind.

She gathered her patchwork into her arms and slipped into their hotel room, sliding across the wooden floorboards in her white socks. She placed the almost-finished sweater vest on her bedside locker and dug the knitting needles into the ball of wool for safekeeping.

Finnick was scouring through a cupboard for a frying pan as she made her way towards the kitchenette and opened the fridge.

She sifted through packets of waffles and bottles of pink lemonade in search of the butter, which was the only thing she couldn't pinpoint a location on.

Letting out a small noise of triumph, she pushed herself onto her tippy-toes and pulled the butter from its hiding space. To his credit, Finnick had pulled the rest of the ingredients out of the cupboards while she was preoccupied.

She used her hip to push him aside and he laughed, folding his arms across his chest like a child that had been kicked out of the kitchen while the adults were talking.

"I thought I was meant to be making you breakfast," he protested, a slight whine in his voice as he leaned against the oven.

A smart remark died on her tongue when someone knocked on the door. She fired a tea towel at his chest and he caught it without even blinking. "If you give me food poisoning, I'll kill you," she warned.

Dahlia stepped away from the oven to see who was hammering their fists against the door at this time in the morning. Her gaze softened when she saw a young Avox on the other side of the door. The boy held an envelope in his hands and he couldn't be any older than twelve.

"Hi there," she sunk to her knees and clasped her hands together in her lap. Dahlia didnt like towering over him - it may come off as intimidating and she didnt want him to be frightened of her. "Is this for me?" she whispered, pointing at the letter clutched in his fist. He nodded nervously and placed it into her outstretched palm. "Thank you." He picked up his feet and scurried off down the hallway.

Dahlia hauled herself to her feet and closed the door, wandering back into the kitchen with the letter in her hand. Finnick cracked an egg against the side of a mixing bowl as she sat on the countertop next to him.

Dahlia's eyes briefly scanned the neat handwriting on the front of the envelope and she let a laugh slip past her lips. She ripped it open and read through the letter as Finnick flipped the pancakes in the air.

Dear Dahlia,

Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were going out with Finnick O'Dair? I want to know every little detail. Since when? What's he like? Is he really as handsome as everyone says? Does he treat you like you hung the moon and stars? He better. You deserve someone who treats you like there's nowhere else they'd rather be than with you, Lia. I can't wait till you get home, so please write me back as soon as you get this

Did you know otters sleep holding hands so that they don't drift away from each other? I bet you didn't know that, did you? Tell Finnick. Tell him. I bet he won't know that either! And tell him that there are six thousand different types of coral. I think he'll like that one because of his district.

I wish you were here. I miss you terribly. River won't let me feed Thumper ice cream and he's really not a good cook. I think I might die of starvation by the time you get home. Also, Wyatt is sad again and I don't know how to cheer him up. River is trying his best but he keeps giving out and shouting at him for not moving from the couch. I'm trying to look after him because I might not know how to make him feel better, but at least I don't scream at him.

You're the only one who knows how to make him do things. He doesn't eat a lot, even when I add smiley faces to his food, which usually works for me. Anyway, please tell me how you do it and maybe it'll work.

I hope you are doing okay. Tell Finnick that I said hello. Everything is okay so please try not to worry. Thumper is alive and thriving. You were right, he does like lettuce. Anyway, write back and let me know how you're getting on.

Lots of love,

Juniper xx

"Pancakes are ready," Finnick announced, transferring them onto linen napkins marked with the Capitol's seal. He grabbed the sugar and lemon from the cupboard above his head and joined Dahlia at the kitchen table.

She wasted no time in rolling up the pancake and ripping into it with her teeth. "June wants me to tell you that there's six thousand different types of sea coral," she covered her mouth with her hand as she spoke. An amused smile played on his lips. "She wants me to find out if you knew that or not."

Finnicks warm laughter filled the room and it made her heart buzz with that pleasant feeling again. "I didn't know that," he admitted, sprinkling sugar over his pancakes. "Is she a fan of the water then?"

"Ironically, she's petrified of the water. I've tried to teach her to swim but she wasn't having a bar of it. No, she just likes memorizing facts and then repeating them in her head," Dahlia explained.

He was about to answer when someone rapidly knocked their knuckles against the door. His spine straightened out and he struggled to his feet, but she was closer and beat him to it. A glance at the clock told her that it had just gone noon which meant that it was probably one of their prep teams ready to poke and prod them into perfection.

She unbolted the door, expecting to see Bloom or Caspian standing on the other side, but was met with an unpleasant surprise. Dahlia's blood ran cold.

President Snow's right-hand man, Everett Montgomery, was on their doorstep. Two armed peacekeepers accompanied him.

"Miss Holloway. Is Mr O'Dair around?" Everett grunted. Finnick ran to the door at the sound of his name and Dahlia absentmindedly put herself between him and Everett. "I'm to escort you both to President Snow's mansion. He would like a word."

Dahlia stood her ground and dug her heels into the floorboards as Everett tried to push his way into their hotel room. "I'm afraid you will have to wait ten minutes while we get ready." Everett opened his mouth to protest but she was quick to cut him off. "I wasn't asking for permission."

By the look on Everett's face, it was evident that he had never been told no before. She left no room for arguing and with his mouth hanging open in shock, Dahlia slammed the door in his face and locked it for good measure.

"You have five minutes, Miss Holloway!"

The room was swaying as Dahlia stepped away from the door. She moved over to the sofa and pulled herself together. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom to get changed? I won't be long," she sat on the sofa and pulled her case apart in her haste to find a change of clothes.

"Yeah, go ahead," Finnick yanked a few items of his own from the chest of drawers. "There's no rush. Everett can't exactly leave without us, anyway."

Dahlia disappeared into the bathroom and winced when she saw her reflection staring back at her in the mirror. The lace of her pyjama shirt was barely concealing the hickeys along her collarbones. Her hair was disastrous and she had a feeling it would take a while to untangle all of the knots. She hadn't done a good job of cleaning off her makeup last night; she could still see streaks of foundation along her face.

She stepped out of her pyjamas and discarded them on the bathroom floor. Slipping a black shirt over her head and pulling a pair of ripped jeans over her wide hips, she ran her brush through her long locks of caramel hair. She never bothered with makeup -- she had enough of that during galas -- and once the traces of last night's mess were gone, she pulled on a pair of shoes and peeked her head out of the door, eyes firmly squeezed shut. "Are you decent?"

"Don't act as if you wouldn't love to see me without my clothes on, honey."

"Finnick!"

"Calm down, I'm only pulling your leg, of course, I'm decent," he laughed and laced up his trainers. He turned to her as she bundled her pyjamas into her suitcase. "You ready honey?"

She glared at him but there was no heat behind the look. Maybe the nickname was starting to grow on her more than she cared to admit.

Everett hammered his fists against the door until they answered. He marched them into the elevator and the peacekeepers were practically walking on the back of their heels. If she had to guess, they were under strict instructions to make sure neither of them made a run for it.

The armed peacekeepers cleared a path through the mass of reporters gathered outside the hotel entrance. Everett ushered them into the back of a limousine with tinted windows and jumped into the passenger seat. The driver stepped on the gas pedal, weaving in and out of the crowds as photographers continued trying to snap a shot of them.

The pancakes had turned sour in Dahlia's stomach and she was praying they wouldn't make a reappearance. She smoothed her hands along the material of her trousers, fingers gliding over her kneecaps. It was soothing and she managed to keep her breakfast down the entire car ride.

Everett led them into President Snow's mansion and guided them down secret hallways that were guarded by armed peacekeepers in crisp white uniforms.

While Dahlia had been in the President's mansion for many a gala, she had only been invited into his private quarters twice before; the first when she was propositioned on being sold to rich Capitol men and women and the second after her parents were murdered and she had exchanged her bodily autonomy for her sibling's freedom.

Everett slowed to a stop in one of the corridors and gestured to two plush velvet armchairs and an array of magazines. "Wait here. I'll call you when the President is ready," he opened the heavy double doors to Snow's study and let it slam closed while they took their seats.

Adrenaline shot through Dahlia's body like a drug. Not knowing why they had been called in for a meeting was killing her. She was too busy wrecking her brain for what they could have possibly done wrong to notice that her cuticles were starting to bleed.

Finnick's leg was bouncing up and down as he reached across and gently took her hand in his own. "Stop that," he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her knuckles, trying to provide a slither of comfort in the darkly lit hallway. She couldn't get the words to leave her mouth so she squeezed his hand to convey her thanks.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as they sat in the corridor. It felt like waiting on death row because whatever Snow wanted, it couldn't be good.

After what felt like a lifetime, Everett beckoned them inside.

Finnick gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as he led the way into the study. President Snow sat behind an oak desk, fussing over a white rose in his lapel. He didn't look up until the two of them were settled in the chairs opposite him. "I've always favoured the white roses. They bring out my eyes, don't you think?"

Dahlia had a habit of laughing at inconvenient times and she bit down on her tongue to stop that from happening. It was probably a rhetorical question, anyway. "You wanted to see us, President Snow?"

"Yes, Miss Holloway, I did," Snow left the rose alone and clasped his hands in front of him. "I want to commend you both on your acting, for starters."

"Who said we were acting?" she countered.

He shot her a tight-lipped smile. "Let's cut to the chase, my dear. I'm sure you're aware that there's been an increase in demand for your services. I wanted to personally make sure you both understand that our agreement has not changed. Here is a list of clients that you need to see before you are free to go home."

He slid two pieces of paper across the table. Finnick couldn't help but notice that Dahlia's list was significantly longer than his.

Dahlia wondered how mad the president would be if she ripped up his goddamn list. "There are at least forty names here."

"Seventy-five. There's more names on the back," Snow corrected matter-of-factly. "I must remind you that your clients are to be treated with the utmost respect. That goes for you as well, Finnick. We wouldn't want a tragic accident to occur, now would we?"

Dahlia dug her nails into the palms of her hand until blood dripped down her wrists. Her jaw clenched and she refused to break eye contact with him.

Fire burned through her veins, setting her nerve-endings alight and it was at that moment that she knew Snow was going to regret ever laying eyes on her.

She was going to burn the Capitol down from the inside out.

#the hunger games #grace talks🐚🌷#thg #headcanons #finnick odair #finnick odair x oc #finnick odair fluff #finnick fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair smut #sam claflin #dahlia holloway #coming clean wp

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darkwolf76 · 23 days ago

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day, roots, bling, and favorite from the character design ask game for Deidre? I need to know more about her style!

Sorry this took me a while! It really is the ADHD in me sometimes that dictates when I get to asks. I start thinking about my answer, get distracted, and boom.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

Deidre wears court appropriate fashions for a girl of her standing when a child and teen, as a lady-in-waiting to the princess. I don't have super specific trends in mind for her, but generally, she wears more fancier, more tailored clothes while at court, and if she's back in the Riverlands or away from court, she wears simpler, sometimes looser gowns. She favors a lot of hand embroidery with weirwood leaves on her dresses while away from the captial. She also doesn't like shoes or stockings and would be barefoot all the time if she could get away with it.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

I didn't base her clothing on any historical or technical trends. I don't get super detailed about clothing in my stories with my writing style. I'd say my biggest inspiration for her looks were her face claims, especially her older one, Anabel Scholey. The outfits she wears for her role in Medici I imagine are more like what Deidre wears at court, while the simpler looks in her role in Britannia are the kind of outfits she wears while at home in the Riverlands. The more Celtic/witchy looks from Britannia are for when Deidre enters her Witch Queen at Harrenhal era, later in the Dance of the Dragons.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Deidre has plenty of jewelry, like any noble lady of her standing. Earrings, rings, dress belts, bracelets, necklaces, she wears all these types of articles at various times, but more so when she is at court in King's Landing. For her simpler state of dress while at home in the Riverlands, she doesn't wear as many pieces, and they tend to be simpler and nature inspired, particularly evocative of weirwoods and the Gods Eye.

Her jewelery of note, at least so far, is her pair of ghost orchid rings. It's a set of two very simple rings, a silver and a gold band, each set with a singular glass stone with ghost orchid blossoms preserved inside. A rare swamp flower that only grows in the neck, it was her mother Elera Reed's favorite. Lyonel had some brought down to Harrenhal as a wedding gift, and when he found out she was having twins, had some of the blossoms preserved into glass beads that he set into two rings for his wife. After she died in childbirth, the two rings went to her daughters, Dyana and Deidre, and after Dyana's death, her ring went to Deidre as well. Deidre always wears those rings as a reminder of her sister and mother. After certain events, she gives her gold band of the set to Criston Cole, which he wears on a chain around his neck secretly for the rest of his life. She eventually gives her silver band of the set, the one that originally belonged to her sister Dyana, to her daughter Dyana Rivers.

arms (favorite): Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

Deidre is not a warrior herself, but she does carry a knife with her from the time she is a young girl. It was gifted to her by her base born aunt, Alys Rivers, right after her twin sister died. A silver blade with a bronze colored hilt, evocative of the colors of a weirwood, it is inscribed with first men runes and used by Deidre for blood letting whenever she makes a small sacrifice to pray to the Old Gods, usually just a cut on her finger, sometimes more.

#oc: deidre strong #ask answered #thanks for asking!

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🌺🍕🥊❤️🍀🧠💎 for elijah young, our favorite bunny man :)

Another fan-fave OC of mine! He’s the OC I created to be Amy and Duncan’s father and Miriam’s ex-husband. Let’s see what answers I have to your request, Issy!

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Yup! Vukašin “Vuk” Zima-Valt is Elijah’s love interest and also Marina’s uncle in my series! You’ll be seeing the two again once we return to the present!

🍕 - What is their favourite food?

Ice cream. Elijah enjoys eating and drinking anything cold, but ice cream has always been his favourite. It's also a treat he and Amy have a shared love for, so that’s an added bonus! Duncan isn’t as big of an ice cream fan as his father and sister, but the three have plenty of treasured memories together involving the icy treat.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Love: Prepare for Christmas! Christmas is Elijah’s favourite holiday, and he loves getting ready for it. From trimming the trees to decorating cookies, Elijah is in his element when the holiday rolls around! If he could have a Christmas tree up all year round, he would! (Not that there is anyone to stop him, so he may leave the tree up instead of packing it away this year…)

Hate: Going to parties. Elijah has been an introvert his whole life, and while he will attend parties, he prefers to stay for as long as minimally required and leave the first chance he gets! It's not that he hates people; it's just that the excitement can become too much for him, so he tries to avoid overstimulation. But if it's a small party with close family and friends, Elijah will always enjoy himself and can stay for hours with the right company.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Holding his children for the first time. Elijah loves being a father, and when he held each of his children for the first time, his heart filled with so much love and pride that it felt like it could burst. And no matter how many times he holds one of his children or how big they get, he will never forget the tiny newborns they once were and the innocent wonder in their eyes as they explored the world for the first time.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

The fact that I wanted Amy to have a relative who showed her love and whom she could rely on. After Duncan was arrested, we know she and Miriam struggled even more to have a good relationship (and personally, I’ve never liked Miriam), so I wanted to create my version of her other parent so Amy would have someone in her corner when times get tough. While Elijah and Amy have had their issues in the past, they have worked not to let them define their present and become a family again.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

His design. It’s simple but cool, and I’ve always been a fan of the scar I gave him over his eye! I have a thing for giving important OCs unique eyes, whether it is through their colour or other things… I also like how, because of the necklace he wears (a mixture of pink, blue, and purple beads), he was made bisexual!

(Thank you, Ticcory, for making the connection and helping make the idea canon!)

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I don’t think I will. For one, he’s very important to Amy and many other characters, and while I do enjoy writing angst, I would hate to take Elijah from them. At least at this point in my series planning, he will survive! But who knows who I’ll end up killing off down the road? (Not me sometimes!)

Astra Fact: I recently decided to make Elijah’s birthday December 25th, so I guess this post is a Christmas gift to you guys and a birthday present to him!🎄🎁❄

And that’s a wrap! (Get it? Wrap? Wrapping presents? Ha! I’m hilarious… Not!😆)

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all!❄❤✨

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arcade-universe · 6 months ago

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This is the arcade universe. A nice little place for those side characters in Stardust Arcade to have their own little light. Characters that only play a small role, or characters who are not close enough to Stardust arcade to get mentioned. Are available to be asked questions here. As I've done before, I'll have a small list below of who you can interact with.

So have fun asking characters.

Now for the other note. I'm going to keep Amph Universe as my main place for any crossovers to happen. But. I am allowing in Arcade Universe variants/OC's to do crossovers in here. What this basically means. Is if you have a character created within the arcade universe. You can cross over with them here. This is mostly to keep the cannon continuity. As I see nothing wrong with people's OCs or Arcade variants wandering around in the canon timeline. The only exception is directly interacting with Stardust Arcade. Of which I will suggest moving that over to Amph universe. Here is a little instruction guide on how to do crossovers.

Anyways. Onto the basic, transfer sequence or rules for Arcade variants and OCs.

I do not care how your OC or Arcade variant looks. Do whatever.

Animatronics must be given some sort of physical age. Or at least labeled as old or new AI.

Animatronics can't yet be bio-organic. They can be bio-mechanical, mechanical, or nano-organic. Bio-organic is only for specific magic's.

Each animatronic should have a soul. The only exception is very very new AI animatronics.

Soul characters are allowed.

Souls can take any shape you want. Even animatronics. No borders.

Souls can be semi-physical. Souls also do not need to be connected to an animatronic.

Here is a document for some rules behind the souls and also magic.

Arcade has a very specific family system. Please read this document for families.

This is a document talking about how ages work.

This is a document about the current timeline of arcade. (This is based off of stardust's perspective though.)

This is a document explaining what new AI and old AI are, And also explains how humans and companies handle it.

Establishments can be owned by anyone.

Establishments are a good way to transfer universes. Increasing the distance between establishments also helps this.

Magic can either be well known or not well-known. Please take note of this for every you region you create.

A good way to transfer a Lord is to either make them the oldest animatronic, or make them the most magically powerful animatronic.

Magic can be whatever you want. It will be compared to my magic system. But you do not have to follow it.

Magic can be used unwillingly, or without knowledge. Since it is the soul that controls magic.

It is suggested that you don't go past three unique magical traits. While a simple magical trait can be plenty vague and powerful. A person that can control every element is not allowed.

Now for the grand list of characters you can talk to. (Lots of secrets too)

Vapor

Dim

Cade

Comet

Morning

Shadow

Bright

Nessi

Sundown

Sköll

Leiðr

Cody

Tangle

Carney

Nightmare fredbear

Kaus

Bead

Crater

Cygnus

Antares

Rigel

Algol

Neptune

Halimede

Neso

Thalassa

Sao

Hum

Zip

Xolo

Pastel

Gladiator

Wizard

Witch

Butler

Werewolf

Blue Moon

Crimple

Mist

Derek

Misty

Philip

Gregory

Cassie

Ryan

And plenty more im forgetting.

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vinetae · 2 years ago

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idk if this will spark an idea in your bones but currently im just like thinking of mafia member jimin who finds dog hybrid oc after busting an operation and she's like not okay? and is just like soft and shit for her but like slowly falls in love with her or something idk it's just a running idea in my head and i wanted to dump it somewhere

... so if it inspires you i'd love to see this blab written down 💗

Jasmine and Vanilla - M

Pairings: Jimin x Dog Hybrid!Reader (Ft. ???!Jungkook)

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Yandere!AU

Summary: Life had been well in the labs. As swell as one could get when you're the main subject for a breeding facility. One storm night, your whole routine world is shaken upside down. Left is right, and right is left. When you're finally faced with freedom, you don't know what to do. luckily, you've got the best alpha- ahem. I mean person to help you along in the new world. However, what will happen when your biology is pinned against you?

Warnings: Force-feed, suggestive smut, 18+, mentions of guns, blood, gore, murder, death, and more death, yandere themes, clingy!Reader, HEATS (I know I love those types of tags ;) ), Dog hybrid anatomy, mentions of pills and heat suppressants, Cursing, foul language, and Jungkook's kind of annoyed with reader lol.

The metal doors slide open. Vapors or white and reds smoke the room like a disease. Blurring every sight you could see. Men of all shapes and sizes dressed in white lab coats. A harsh force shoves your arm.

“Get a move on, Seven.”

There’d been plenty of others before you. Each of the girls had different numbers assigned when admitted to the facility. Each color represented every room. Yellow for yard time. That’s when you’d usually be allowed a few minutes outside of the doors, to read a book or something. They had said fresh air had been good for the specimens.

Whatever that meant.

“Ah, good morning my dear.” His face crinkles with age. The lab coat washes out his tones, making it seem as if he’d been a paranormality floating around these halls. The droop in his eyes sign years onto his body. Gravity taking a toll like nothing else.

“We’ve got a special one for you, Juje.” He motions towards the tall figure standing large in the corner of the room. His upper half had already been exposed. Sweat beads drip down his reddened skin, as his chest heaves with anger. Your nose twitches at the putride stretch.

He wasn’t your kind, that’s for sure.

The old man smiled, switching his eyes from yours, back to the feral man’s. A bright and promising grin curls the corner of his lips.

“Well? Go on.” You’d been too caught up in the brooding male’s aura. His body’s light burned with a deep, crimson red. Almost as dark and menacing as the hues of blood. His eyes narrowed, chest rising and puffed from exhaustion. A metal strap coiled around the base of his neck. His pure white ears perked in alert. Body coercing a fighting stance, looking like he’d been ready to pounce at any slimmer of threats that could present.

The professor’s white tinted and unkempt eyebrows raised, motioning you closer to the stranger.

A few seconds drip by, as if the world had taken a pause. Just looking at this person made your head feel like a brick had swung at you. Breath, caught by something dark and coiled. Your legs trembled with slight fear arising. He took quick notice of your prey-like stance, softening his features. A grumbled and raspy voice can barely be audible in your mind. As if someone had paused on a staticky radio station.

“H-Here.” Is all you could make out. Your eyebrow quirks in confusion. What did he mean by this? Obviously he doesn’t want to be here, but that was a weird word to say. Nobody even knew where ‘here’ was anyways..

A clap of the professor’s hands pulls the both of you from your little ‘guess the word’ game. He snaps, pointing at the two of you.

“Let’s get them in the glass.”

–

By ‘glass’ he’d meant the transparent arena. You see, there’d been four quadrants of this place. Sector One held all of the ‘potentials’ as they liked to call it. Sector Two had all of the rainbow rooms. Playgrounds, some toys they think we’d enjoy, reading corners, and the yards. Sector Three had the labs and incubator rooms. Your friend Yuna went missing a couple weeks ago. She’d always been a bit on the timid side. Ever since being brought into this place, she’d become your best friend. You two read together, watched movies when allowed, and slept in the same quadrants. She’d disappeared three weeks ago.

After asking around, some rumor had made its way through the sectors. Saying that she’s been taken to Four. Nobody knew what Four had been. Knew what it held.

You hadn’t seen her since.

The bright fluorescent lights switch on, as a generator grows loud in the back. The whole room lights up with blinding rays of prosthetic glints. Your body flings forward, dropping to your knees instantly.

You knew this routine.

Ever since your first heat had started, you’d been taken to what the other numbers had called ‘the white room’. This was your least favorite of all.

The metal syringe digs deep past the outer layer of your skin. Piercing the nearly-healed scab in the middle of your forearm. Your eyes wince in pain, biting into your tongue muscle as a sort of relief from the pain. Soon, the effects kick in. You could feel the heat rise in the pit of your stomach, pushing your heart rate to a maximum. Every breath felt vile and disturbed. Your vision begins to blur, as you see the previous male’s form curled up on the floor. They’d injected him with the same shit. With each movement of your feet it felt like ten-thousand knives stabbing at your body. Your hands reach out, desperate to try and hold onto something to combat the excruciating pain. Mumbled and rung-drawn voices echo in your ears. This felt like hell. No, scratch that.

This was Hell.

Past the ringing and screams in your head, a few voices drew back into mind. One, being the professor’s shouts to the henchmen. Before they reached the wheezing hybrid, his body went still. Limbs, no longer grasping at the flooring for help. Chest, rid of its dry heaves.

The man dressed in black bent down, and checked his wrist. He sighs, standing up. Taking a glance at the professor.

“Dead.”

–

The grandfather clock stood against the wall. Tall and demanding was its stand. The little point of the hand ticks away, rounding until its final destination. Just to start over once more. Jimin takes in a deep breath while cracking out the pent of air bubbles between the joints in his knuckles. He’d been staring at the paperwork for the last four hours. Back curved into a position unnatural and unhealthy for creatures of any kind. He’s quick to rise, scooting the roll of his chair out from up under him. Back stretched out as much as he could muster, shaking off the aches between his shoulder blades. Reaching to pack up his things to close out the office for the night, until a quick-eyed man bursts through the gold-emblemed doors.

“Boss!”

Jimin lets out a groan, eyeing the out-of-breath male. His staggered beats of his chest, out of sync to his lips. His hair had looke dragged and rough, with the ends all frizzed up from his previous workout routines he loved to do.

“This better be good, Jungkook. Do you know how many papers I just had to sign?”

Jungkooks nods, huffing in a deep breath to calm himself. Once he’s settled down, he continues. “Taehyung’s got something on your emmadyne thingy.” Jimin’s eyebrows quirk up, quickly forgetting all of the grievances of his work he just had to suffer through.

“And?” He ticks, moving closer to Jungkook, crossing the gold-decorated tiles of the floors.

The younger’s face drops to a serious look. Brown eyes flicking with gold specs the way they do when he’s excited about something.

“They’ve got it.”

The two rush past the elongated halls. Meeting in the corridor which held the rest of his group. Yoongi’s head cranes towards the side, spoofing at the dramatic entrance.

“Slow down, you two. Jesus, where’s the fire?” He chuckles, snapping on the belts of his bulletproof vest. Tightening the straps in one go, as he shifts his working hands to the firearm holsters coiled around his thigh.

“In his eyes,” Namjoon quirks back, breaking his usual straight and unbothered demeanor, chuckling at their little joke. He too had been working on the bindings of their protective gear, making sure they'd be no way in penetration from any shot-gunning source.

“Ah, the most beautiful shade of boring brown I’d ever seen.” Hoseok flushes up behind Jimin’s tight figure, slinging around the leader of this operation.

“Shut up, all of you.” Jimin gripes, snatching up the extra vest for himself. They’d all sported some expensive looking attire. Namjoon’s figure had been wrapped in a nice, satin purple suit. The white button up collared shirt paired underneath his broad and built exterior. Jimin had always been secretly jealous of his hyung’s physique. Especially when he heard all of the screams and moans at two in the morning. He could swing anybody, and that pissed Jimin off the most.

“Ah, all’s in a good day’s fun, isn’t that right Jiminie?” Hoseok pokes, flashing a wide smile as he snaps the magazine of his pistol into place, cocking the small firearm before aiming it towards one of the members. Taehyung rolls his eyes at his meaningless threat.

“You do this every time, hyung.” He groans, belting up his jeans to fit around his circumfrenced hips.

Hoseok lowers the tip, before letting one shot echo through the room. He smirks at the shattered window’s glass, now scattered into pieces. They all whip around in shock.

“Huh, looks like someone’s getting more confident in his little toy guys, huh?” Yoongi jokes, letting out a deep breath before plopping into the comforting couch’s hold.

Jimin’s voice yells out, scolding the elder for shattering his windows. “Yah! Take your hoplophile ass out of my house before I bury you where that bullet landed!” The group all lets out a fit of chuckles, teasing at the younger male’s threat.

“Yeah yeah. Sure you would, Jimin-ah.” Namjoon breaks the semi-circle, making a bee-line towards the kitchen.

“Jimin, you rescued a baby bird from your backyard.” Jin comments, throwing the weight of his light bag across his shoulder in preparation. He walks past the younger, patting his shoulder gently.

“Yeah dude. We all know you’re just a big softie.” Taehyung quips, flashing a smile towards his best friend as he laces up his combat boots.

“Fuck you guys. I don’t even know why I let you in on this mission anyways.” Jimin gripes, angrily shuttling his feet into the comfort of his matte black combat boots. The set matches the rest of the member’s attires.

“Because you need us!” Namjoon teases, walking out the door with a little granola bar gripped in hand.

“Like hell I do! I could do this all by myself.” He yells out, sticking out his middle finger to the way that Namjoon had exited.

“No, no you couldn’t Jimin.” Jungkook finally chimes in before walking past his leader, saluting a pat on his back before following Namjoon out the door.

Today had gone by pretty quickly. More than the usual days. Today had just been filled with a white silence. With finishing the rest of your little series you’d started a few days ago. It had been about this cool place that had these things that could tell you all about the world in just a matter of seconds. With so many games that you usually play with the other numbers, but this had been on a little computer. It’s so tiny, you could hold it in your hands. It had shown pictures and drawings of how it worked. Actually, a few weeks ago, you’d try creating a little replica of the ‘device’ (that’s what they called it in your books anyways.)

You went to go show one of the other numbers, but they had just scoffed and walked away. You asked around the cares, who’d been taking care of you all. They had said it wasn’t real though. Saying that nothing that smart could fit into your pocket. She called it ‘fiction’.

You’d be a little sad after those few days. Finally accepting that they’re right. There was no way that something like that could ever exist. You let out a sigh, falling into the comfort of your little white bed. The book held close to your chest, smiling at the dreams you had of all the things you’d read about.

“It’s not real.” A frown peaks your features, fading your smile. You lean over, turning out the little press light that had been screwed to your side bed. You pull the comfort of your thick blanket over your shivering body, sighing as you begin to fall into a deep sleep, enjoying the peace and quiet.

A loud boom shakes you awake. Weird, high-pitched sounds echo the halls, your hands covering your sensitive ears. You whine out, pain feeling as if it was about to burst inside your head. You try to use the thick of your blanket to block out the loud noise, but it has been no use. The rest of the numbers had woken up, sharing the same reactions you’d experienced. A few muffled howls ran down the halls, as the male species had been crying out from the sounds. Your hands press against the shell of your ears, protecting the sensitive things from damage. A bright red light illuminates from the door’s lower crack, as the bolted and pad-locked door pops open. A woman’s monetized voice calls out repeatedly.

“All systems down. All systems down. Sector One, Two, Three and Four. Alert. Alert. All systems down.”

Your feet plop to the white floors, peaking out of the little doorway that had been swung open from the mechanics. Bodies rush past the halls, big and black heavy looking items cross their chests as they march in sync quickly through the corridors. Stomps and footsteps barely even touch the volume of the unfamiliar voice, and sirens blaring out. Your body slips past the groups of guards, head flicking back and forth as a puddle of red liquid pools at the soles of your feet. You gasp, seeing the gasping man’s hand outreach towards your paralyzed body. You quickly kneel down, barely able to keep your food down at his side’s seeping hole. The blood had been soaking through his black padded vest. His head flops to the side. Eyes running cold and lifeless. His body goes still, much like how the other male’s had done in the glass room. An icy shiver runs up your whole body, gagging at the stench of his drying blood puddle.

A door swings open, as more men rush through, not even taking notice of your knelt figure over this man’s dead body. A figure walks into the far away door entrance, coming back out with a large item in grip. A loud boom echoes once more, as the click of the large item pops back into place. He continues those motions, aiming the tip of the unusual object past your kneeled frame. An idea pops into your head.

Sneaking past the groups of people rushing by, you make it to the object room. The light above had been flickering, making your eyes strain from the unpatterned flashes. A man’s deep voice could be heard from the outside.

“She’s not in her board. Find her!”

You flinch, quick to grab anything and everything that you could easily hold onto. Running past those groups, a few yell out, as footsteps follow behind you. You wrap the thin cloth quick around your face, wiping the blood that had stained your hands onto the white of your knee-length dress. Your feet drag along the blood stained and dirty floors, ducking down, hiding from the swarms of officers.

Your stomach felt tight. The knot in your throat was about to burst. Heart pounding in your chest, as you clutch the skinny object to your chest, trying to calm your heavy breathing to keep quiet. The pain from the sirens had died down. Or maybe you’d just gotten used to it. Like everything in this place.

You take in a deep breath, ready for anything that comes your way.

“Damn it, Taehyung! I told you not to push that button!” The three run down the halls.

“Fuck! I knew we should’ve gone with sector B, fucking idiots!” Yoongi curses, as the three teammates rush through the elongated halls. Red lights spin with alarm, making all hairs on their bodies stand up.

“Yeah well if Taehyung hadn’t tried pressing all those damn buttons then we wouldn’t be in this hot shit!”

“Yah! How was I supposed to know that ‘red’ meant that the fucking alarms would turn on!?!”

“Don’t you know anything about the color red? Or buttons for that matter?? NEVER push the button! Especially if it’s red!”

“You two cut it out. We don’t have much time for your stupid lover’s quarrel.”

“We’re not fucking dating-”

“Yeah yeah. The whole ‘I hate Taehyung with everything in my guts and I want him to burn’ really isn’t all that threatening now. Especially from what I heard last night-”

“Shut up! All of you! God, it’s like I’m a fucking babysitter! Joon, you take Exit C. Taehyung, tag along. I don’t need you and Yoongi to kill each other. Just wait ‘til after the mission before you rip each other’s throats out.”

“Whatever.”

“Yoongi, You go check their command center. See if you can disable the alarm. See someone? Shoot them.”

“Damn,” Yoongi lets out a chuckle, popping one of his bullets into the guard's chest cavity with ease as he continues the conversation with his groupmates.

“Our Jimin-ah is growing up now?” He teases as the four of them run down through the halls.

“Hyung, shut the fuck up before-”

“Yeah yeah, you’ll bury me next to Hoseok. You gotta come up with better threats, Jiminie. They’re really lacking in-” He cocks the pistol, capping one of the men in a millisecond without breaking eye contact with his younger friend.

“I’ll take Two.” Taehyung joins in, feet trudging behind as his chest heaves with exhaustion. For a bunch of fit looking men, they hadn’t been the best in shape. Well, maybe that had just been Taehyung. \

“Great,” Jimin comments, cocking the grip of his gun back, aiming it towards the floor before following a police officer's stance in firearms. “I’ll take One. Joon, you rush Three. Yoongi-”

“Yeah yeah I’ll take Four.”

The alarms had died down, but what little strength you held onto with that small object never faltered. You knew there had to be a way out of this place, you just didn’t know where. Eyes screwed shut, you try and think back to the very first time you’d been brought to this place.

___

A blinding light beams above, while the sound of clicking shoes echoes the barren halls. The white walls had been stained with an eerie and death-march like tone. Your stomach churned at the feeling.

A small framed woman stands sturdily at the little front desk, as your mother walks up to the counter, leaving you all alone. A few words were exchanged, and soon she’d been bending down to kiss your cheek.

The woman standing behind the desk had made her way to your side, and reached down to grab your arm. You immediately twist your body around, trying to free yourself of her grip. You watched as the flowing red skirt of your mother’s body had swayed with a final goodbye. Black tall heels clicked against the tiled floors, as the metal doors slam shut. You cry out, biting down onto the woman’s arm to race towards the door. Your young legs are still getting used to the motions of walking, much less running. Soon, they’d given out. Your body fell at the feet of the closed doors, as a set of two heavily armed men grip at your arms, binding your tiny hands with a device-like cuff. Your whole body screams out in pain. Feeling as if your soul was being ripped from your body.

______

That’s all you remembered. The woman you called home. Who fed you. Bathed you. Called you hers, had abandoned you. Throwing you into the closet with all the monsters, instead of telling you there are none. No kisses on your forehead, no being tucked in at night after a nice warm glass of milk.

Just complete darkness.

A deep voice echoes through the halls, as you’re pulled from the horrors of your childhood. Hand firmly gripping onto the little sharp object you’d possessed from one of the countertops in this crumbling place. The blood on your dress, a reminder to keep your mouth shut. No matter who had been in here, you knew it was to bring trouble.

______

Jimin’s hands trail along the counter’s messed up, once neatly filed paperworks, shoving the useless pieces off in search for his prized possession. He sighs, bending at the knees in hopes that there’s a safe somewhere in this dumpster fire of a shit-hole. Feeling all around for some sign of a capsule or armory to keep his family’s heirloom in.

“I swear to God if these mother fuckers- Ah!” A figure lunges from up under the desk as he falls backwards, back hitting the floor with a hard thud. Their hand reaches down, pressing the sharp point of a scalpel to the bottom of his throat. He’s quick to disarm the attacker, flipping the two over until he’s the one on top with the scalpel’s point to their throat. Their hands scratch and grip at his wrists, but it had been no use. His body towered there any day. Whether it be rain or shine, hail or thunder. Their voice whines out, high-pitched and scarred with fear. His thumb presses the tiny, makeshift knife deeper into their throat, watching as a trickle of blood drips down their skin. The figure’s arm's reach out. The loudest and most terrified scream echoed through the halls. Jimin’s quick to cup his hand over their mouth, silencing their cries.

His opposite hand grips onto their wrists, pinning them above to keep them still. His eyebrow quirks in question, feeling how thin and frail their wrists had been. As if they had been starved for days. His eyes flicker back down, a wet substance trickles down onto his cupped hand. The rounding lights had shone on the figure just enough to see that it had been-

Tears..?

His grip loosens, eyes squinting to adjust to the dimmed lights, trying to make out the person’s face. Maybe it had been a worker? His hand that cupped over their mouth had trailed down, feeling how thin their skin was. Half-healed scars stitch their exposed shoulder. His thigh shifts against the figure’s lower body, hand quickly dragging down to feel the hem of a paper-thin like dress.

A dress..

He quickly pulls the figure up from the ground, bounding their wrists to the front just for safe measure. His freed hand fumbled to the pockets inside his jeans, pulling a little flashlight from its confinement.

The small girl flinches, shielding her eyes from the blinding sudden light. She tries to pull away, but he keeps her in place. The blood decorated her neck like a disgusting accessory he’d caused. Though, she didn’t look like she’d been that well looking before this meeting. The bags under her doe-like, glassy eyes droop with malnourishment and exhaustion. His eyes glance down, widening at her gault and thinned proportions. Skin as if it hadn’t seen the sunlight in decades. Her hair was thinned and drab looking. However, the most heart-wrenching thing he’d seen of hers,

The fear, crystal clear in her eyes.

Her mouth fell open as if to say something, but nothing came out. She kept struggling against his grip, kicking and flailing around like a toddler pitching a tantrum. More with fear than anger.

“Hey, hey- easy!” Her whole body pulls back, trying to escape his tight grip bounding her wrists. She hadn’t given up this fight, that’s for sure. Her head was shaking left and right as she was being exercised. However, he could feel her body weakening with each tug and pull to fight what little effort he’d been using in holding her.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, sweetie..” Her efforts weren’t letting up. Extending his freed hand outwards, his palm presses lightly against her burning cheek. He rises to prop up on his knees, lowering his voice in trying to signal peace.

“Easy, girl.. You’re okay.” Her chest heaves with might, but the strength within her body finally gives in. Her lips roll heavy breaths, as the struggles against his hold finally let up. His eyebrows knit together at the sight of her small gash against the base of her neck. He reaches down, using the scalpel to rip a small opening in a blood dripped white button up, tearing a piece of material from the suit’s fabric, folding the little cloth to fit over the open wound. She flinches, leaning back, as far away as possible.

“Look, it’s for your neck.” He holds the little piece of material up to his own neck, giving a demonstration of what he’ll be doing. “It’s to help..” She hesitates a second, before snatching the material from his grip, placing it herself. Her eyes take a glance over, watching as he reaches up above the desk, pulling a roll of tape down with him. His quick and genuine smile flashes, like a peaceful white flag during a war.

“Keep it in place. It’s tape.” He coos, snapping a piece off with the plastic sharps at the end, holding the roll in place. The little flimsy, clear strip sticks to the tip of his middle finger, stilling until she gives consent. Taking the strip for herself, she places it against the cloth, wincing from the minor sting.

“See? Not so bad, huh? Now,” He rises from the floor, taking a look around the room while commenting. “Stay here while I look for something.” His head tilts down, eyes locking onto hers. The wisp of her baby hairs stick to her forehead from a great amount of sweat. A smile curves his lips.

He bends down to prop himself up on one knee, patting the crown of her hair. “Think you can do that for me?” A low growl rumbles deep from her chest, but her head nods nonetheless. “Good girl.” He stands once more taking in a deep breath while stifling through the piles of paperwork scattered throughout the lab. His fingers brush past a few strange dips in the flooring, as a smirk curves his lips.

“Ah, there you are.” He proudly smiles, tucking the small jewel into his zipper pocket. As he turns to round the medical table, her small woman’s body stands tall and straight as the scalpel’s tip threatens to slit his throat. Her eyes burn with passion, greater than he’s ever seen. Voice raspy, but clear enough to make out what she’s trying to get across.

“O-Outside.”

His eyebrow quirks in confusion, tilting his head to the side. “You want me outside?” Her head shakes, taking in a deep breath to build up her confidence once more.

“Outside.” Her voice is clearer than ever. Her tone had touches of confidence, but fear had drenched whatever fire had ignited for even just a few seconds. His hands lower to his side, pressing his bulletproof vest deeper against the tip of the scalpel.

“Are you really trying to threaten me, sweetheart?” He watches the lump in her throat being swallowed agonizingly slow. She shakes her head, throwing the scalpel to the side to grip the collar of his white collar button up. His eyes widen, watching the once neutral colored irises melt into a dark, crimson.

“Take. Out. Side.”

___

The sirens blare loudly into your sensitive ears. The closer he led you to what you could only hope was the end, your body felt weaker. His hand is tight on yours, as you both are running through the halls. Avoiding dips, craters and fallen objects that had ridden more than half the staff.

“Come on, we’re almost there.” He reaches behind, pressing his palm into your back for more support. He could tell you’d become weak, given how much adrenaline you’d been taking on, the loud noises, and the energy you’d used up trying to fight him off. Taken, that it’s 1am as well. He’s surprised you haven’t passed out from exhaustion yet.

His hand extends outwards, pushing on the heavy metal door. Reaching back to pull you with his body. Suddenly, a scream echoes through the halls, louder than any of the blaring sirens that had been going off for the past thirty minutes. Your body collapses to the floor, a high-pitched screech rips from your chest, falling back into the painless comfort of the building.

“What are you doing!? We’ve gotta go-” He bends down, pulling you further into the building until your back hits the front desk. His eyes scan all over your body, seeing that there had been no harm done. Until, his fingers ran over a little lump just above the nape of your neck.

“Fuck..” He curses under breath, reaching into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out his cellphone quickly. “Of course they’d fucking chip you.”

Your eyes burn with tears, hands flying to grip at anything you could get comfort from. That, just so happened to be his barely visible white button up sneaking underneath his padded black vest. Much like the guards had worn. Voice brittle and frail as you repeat the unfamiliar sound.

“Ch-chip?”

His glares soften when met with your terrified stature. “It’s okay.. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

After a dial tone later, he starts talking to someone other than you.

“Damn it!” His voice is uncontrolled with anger, as he slides his phone back into its confinement. Eyes searching yours for some sort of answer, yet he can only think of one solution.

“Do you trust me?”

…

“Hurry up, Kook!” Namjoon calls out, standing outside of the laboratory’s control center.

“It’s not easy re-coding a whole program, Hyung!” Jungkook gripes back, rolling his eyes at his older’s high expectations of their mission.

“Well hurry up. You said that the device would only give us a couple of minutes!” Namjoon groans, trying to calm the erratic beats in his chest, as he reaches into the strap coiled around his thigh, pulling out his phone.

“Hello?” Jimin's voice sounded furious on the other line. “Yeah Kook’s working on it right- wait- slow down. We- lemme ask him.” Namjoon lowers the phone, yelling out. “Kook, can you disable the chips?”

Jungkook’s head peaks out in utter confusion. “Yeah sure hyung. Which ones, Doritos or Lays?” Namjoon’s eyes roll at his sarcasm.

“Not funny, Jimin’s found a hybrid. They’re near Sector B’s exit, but she’d chipped.”

“Why can’t she just, ya know? Leave.” Jungkook's voice is flat and sprinkled with a hint of annoyance. Namjoon groans, holding the phone out for him to have a little chat with the mission leader.

“Hello? Oh, Jimin. Uh- oh shit.. Uhm yeah I’ll see if I can shut it down.” Jungkook’s fingers make quick work on the computer’s keys, tying in every code his older brother had ever mentioned. An error message pops up, making Jungkook groan. He holds the phone to his ear once more, explaining the situation.

“It’s inviolable..”

“English for God’s sake, Jungkook.” Jimin gripes, waiting for the translation.

“It means I can’t break it. The chip’s coding isn’t even here.”

“Then where the hell is it?”

Jungkook squints, trying to decode the coordinates to an exact place. “Somewhere in California..?”

“We’re in SOUTH KOREA.” Jimin yells, making even Namjoon’s slouched posture straighten.

“You’ll have to remove it physically, hyung.”

___

“T-trust..?” You haven’t heard that word since you’d been brought to this place. The nurse who worked the front desk had promised your safety here, asking the same thing he is.

Jimin takes your hand in his, trying to get all of your focus to set on him instead of what’s going down around the two of you. “Trust. It means that you put your faith in me to help you out of here.”

“Why.. trust?” He could tell by the way you’re pulling further away, that you’d been teetering on the edge of just getting up and running away. He knew that’d do you or him no good, so he settled for explaining some more. Not that he had the time for this, anyways.

“Your neck,” He points to the back of your head, finger brushing along the little bump of your spine along your nape. “It has a chip in it that they put, so that they know where you are. You can’t leave without getting rid of it.” Your eyes flick back and forth, trying to process it all.

“How.. get.. rid?” Somehow, you already knew the answer.

“I.. take it out.” His voice is stern and controlled, unlike it had seemed earlier. He’s trying anything he can to make sure you don’t freak out right now. He wouldn’t blame you if you did. He watches the way your eyes guide themselves towards his concealed pocket knife, the lump in your throat thickening.

“No..” Your head shakes. “N-No.. other way.” Looking around, you search for anything else to not have to do this. His hands reach out to steady your shoulders, forcing your eyes to lock with his.

“We don’t have a lot of time here.” Your eyes stung with tears. His heart breaks at the sight, only furthering his determination of getting you both out of here. “It’ll be quick, okay?” Your head shakes sporadically, hairs flying left and right by the motions.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” His voice softens, lightly keeping your head still by taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “What’s your name?” His simple question only makes the tears stream faster. The pain in your heart hurt more than anything physical you’d felt.

“I-I don’t know..” Even with everything going on, the sirens, alarms, howls and goans, gunshots and screams, he still had kept his composure. Acting as if this had just been a daily thing to do. Rip out a ‘chip’ from someone’s neck with a knife.

“Okay, okay. What’s something you love?”

Love?

Your memories flush through, skimming over anything that had caused you pain, whether mentally or physically. Then, it stops.

Nothing comes to mind.

You shake your head, silently crying as you realize that you have no good memories. All of your permanent ones are in this monster house.

His brows knit in concern, tilting his head to the side. “Nothing?”

“Okay, then. Your name is..” He looks around the destroyed entrance, watching as a few wires hang low, sparking ever so often. “Uh… Shit. Lilac, okay?” Your head leans to the side in confusion. He stumbles over his words, questioning how he’s gonna explain this one. “It’s a flower. Got it?”

“My.. name?”

“Yes, it’s Lilac. Just until we find out what your real name is, okay?” You hesitantly nod, settling your hands clasp into your lap. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep composed for both of your sakes. His hand brushes over the handle of his concealed pocket knife, mapping out his strategy in his head before putting it to action. “You ready?”

Your head nods, twisting around to allow him access to your nape. Your hair flipped over so nothing would be obstructing his view. Before he presses the tip of his knife to your neck, your hand reaches down to clasp over his free hand, muttering three little words that make his heart sink.

“I trust you.”

“Alright, got it!” Jungkook exclaims in victory, grabbing the little flashdrive he’d bought a few months back specifically for this mission. He quickly paces out of the control center’s door frame, being met with Namjoon’s back against the wall while a little white stick had been caught between his two lips.

“Really? Smoking on the job, dude?” Jungkook scoffs at his hyung’s behavior, stuffing the little flash drive down into his jean pocket. Namjoon’s posture straightens, releasing the little white bud of tightly wrapped nicotine to the floor, his shoe stomping out what little embers burned.

“Don’t dude your owner, dude.” He retorts, as Jungkook’s eyes roll at the rebuttal.

“Legally, you’re only my owner.” Namjoon’s lips tug into a smirk, throwing an arm around Jungkook’s tightened shoulders.

“Such a cute little puppy, isn’t that right~” He teases, ruffling Jungkook’s box-dyed locks that had concealed his ears better.

“Call me a puppy again and I’ll rip your balls from your dick.” Jungkook’s empty threat leaves a chuckle to roll from Namjoon’s lips, leading the two out towards the exit. Just before they were out, Jungkook’s ears perked up to the sound of a familiar screech. They both exchange a quick, worried look before making their way towards the noise.

___

“F-F-MA!” You couldn’t even find the words. Hands digging into the fabrics of your soaked dress, trying to stay still as much as possible as Jimin’s knife cuts deeper past the tissue. One hand stays flat against the freshly opened wound, while the other makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and holding it to your mouth.

“Bite.” He commands.

You’re quick to obey, trying to reach backwards for any support you could get. Your hands land into his lap, your knuckles tinting white from the pressure. His lips fall apart when one of your hands squeezes his cock on accident, making him bite back a moan. He’s quick to remove your hands, and instead place them on his bulletproof vest.

Your whines and moans didn’t help after that, that’s for sure.

“Almost got it,” He adds, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Whatever you do, don’t move.” His free hand reaches into the medical pouch of his mission bag, pulling out two alcohol wipes. Sterilizing his index and thumb, they’re inserted into the medium sized incision he’d made. The high-pitched scream you let out leaves his ears feeling like they’re on the verge of bleeding.

A few footsteps are introduced, as Namjoon’s gruff voice echoed through the corridor. “What the fuck was that!?”

“What does it fucking look like I’m doing!?” Jimin snaps back, trying to focus on detaching the chip. Jungkook’s body comes to sit in front of yours, criss-crossing the same way you’d sat. His hand takes yours, rubbing soothing circles around to ease the pain.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.. Just breathe.” His heart fucking shatters when you look up through glassy and red eyes. The pain he felt just by looking at this disaster had his stomach on the verge of letting go of today’s lunch. Your eyelids flutter to stay awake, as the black leather belt that had been stuffed into your mouth is practically bitten through all the way. Incisor teeth marks press into the lux item. He could feel the way your body was on the edge of just giving up.

“Hyung- Hyung hurry up!” Jungkook’s voice is riddled with panic now, watching as the blood soaked tears stain your cheek like a nasty case of rosacea.

Jimin’s fingertips latch onto the little device, slowly pulling out so as to not cause any permanent damage. “I’ve got it - Namjoon, grab the alcohol” He’s quick to hand the leader the requested item, watching wearily.

Jungkook’s hand reaches up to scratch your dirtied, once cream white fluffy ears, making a high-pitched whine roll through your chest. He smiles, continuing to praise you highly. “Good job, uhh.. Girl?”

Once Jimin’s got the gauze pad secured to the wound, he quickly helps you stand, putting all of your weight against his body, as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did it,” He whispers, as the other two males hold the door open to let you through.

___

“Should we wake her?” One of the voices is tuned with a filter sounding as if they’d been talking under the water.

“No, guys. She needs rest. I’m literally in shock at how she wasn’t dead yet.” You could move a bit. Wiggling your big toe first, up your leg, until finally you could peel back your eyelids. The room had blurred out, taking a few seconds to clear. Suddenly, you’re surrounded by a whole group of men. Some, you’d recognized already. A man with purple hair comes to stand by your side, reaching down shine a bright light into your eyes.

“Y/n?” His voice calls out, holding up a set of fingers. “How many fingers do you see?”

“She’s illiterate, hyung.” One of the voices retorted, folding his arms across his chest. The man had electric blue hair that looked as if he’d been a rockstar himself.

“No, she just can’t speak English well, idiot.” Another responds. This one looked familiar. Jet-black curly hair, and a bunch of weird drawings on his right arm. He flashes a quick smile your way, passing through all of the other men to stand by your bed. “How are you feeling, Y/n?”

Who’s Y/n?

Your eyebrow raises in confusion, stopping your searches when your eyes land upon his figure. Much more cleaned up and presentable, the man adorned a pair of simple dark-washed jeans, along with a black T-shirt that hugged his prominent muscles. His brown, puppy-like hair lays damp against his forehead, brushing it out of his face. You quickly sat up, making the rest of the bunch yell in protest for your sudden action.

“Woah woah woah! Girly you were just at Death’s Doorstep, I don’t want you making another move!” The man wearing a corded heartbeat thing around his neck commands, but you didn’t care. You’re quick to fumble over the white comforter’s crumbled up fabric, falling towards the blonde hair man. His arms reach out to catch you, as he lets a chuckle roll from his lips.

“Easy, girl.” Your arms snake around his neck, pressing your whole body flushed against his. Tears rolling down your cheeks, as you finally have what you’d been wanting all your life.

Freedom.

“Yeah- we’ll just.. Give you two a minute.” The weird heartbeat tube guy guides the rest of the group out of the room, as he tries to peel you away. Your grip stays anaconda-tight, not letting up.

“Okay- Y/n you can let go now.” Your nose buried deep into the side of his neck, inhaling his vanilla and jasmine scent that you’d somehow missed, even though you didn’t even know this man’s name.

“Y/n, it’s okay, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” His palm rubs soothing circles into the plains of your back, earning a low mewl from your lips.

You both stayed there for around five minutes. After time passed, your grip started to lighten up, until you’d finally released. His plump lips roll off a cute chuckle, the pad of his thumb stroking a line across your cheek.

“You good now?” He coos, taking one of your fluffy ears in hand to scratch gently. The gentle touch of his warm fingers made your stomach do summersaults. Your head nods, making a smile tug to the corner of his lips.

“Alright, teddy bear. Jin said that you can go ahead and take a bath.” Your head tilts, raising an eyebrow.

“B..Bath?” Now it’s his turn to be the confused one.

“You’ve never had a bath before? How’d they wash you guys in that place?” Your lips fall flat, not know how to answer that question. They did like everyone else, sprayed them down for a few seconds with some water, gave them a soap bar, and just sprayed them again.

His head shakes, pulling you off the bed to help you go ahead and get your land legs back. Your right arm catches onto his forearm, gripping tightly for support. His opposite hand comes down to ground your lower back, making sure that you can’t fall forwards or back.

“Easy, one foot at a time.” You follow his steps, as the two of you count together. Soon, you’re met with a different atmosphere. One much nicer than the bathroom you had back at your home. Or.. ‘center’ as the man liked to call it.

“My.. name.” Your head cranes to the side, as he lowers your body for you to sit on the toilet’s lid. He reaches down to plugging the tub’s drain, turning on the water.

“Your name?” He questions, pacing around the bathroom quickly to grab shampoo, towels, and some plastic wrap Jin had left for the two. He lowers down to the tub’s edge, propping up against the side while waiting for the bath to fill.

You nod. “No.. No. Your name.” Your voice was small and hoarse, hand trailing along the nearly healed scar across the bottom of your throat. Jimin’s eyes soften at the sight, remembering the past few days.

“I’m sorry for that.. and- my name's Jimin.” His hands extend outwards to offer help in standing. Your body resists movement. His lips roll out a deep sigh, tearing off a piece of the clear, thin plastic to keep the water from seeping to the stitches.

“You can’t take a bath with your dress, silly.” His voice raises an octave to try and push away the somber memories from a few days ago. Your head starts pounding, as the sounds, images and smells start to all come crawling back.

“Fuck..” You mumble, making the man let out a deep chuckle.

“That’s a new word, huh?” You nod, moving the lengths of your locks out of his way for him to dress the wounds once more. He backs away, standing tall next to the cracked door. “I’ll be out here if you-”

“No!” You cry out, body immediately trembling at the thought of him leaving you. Not again, not ever.

“But- don’t you want privacy to undress?”

“What.. privashe?”

He bends at the knees, laying down a towel to catch the water when you’re finished. His eyes glance up, catching your own through thick eyelashes. “Privacy is.. Nobody’s with you when you’re.. You know.” Your head shakes to the side, denying the word.

“We.. blue all.” His eyebrows knit together, trying to turn the gears to translate your broken english.

“Blue..?”

You point up to the ceiling, adding “Room.”

“Ah, so you showered in a blue room? All together?” You nod, smiling in victory. His smile however, showed no sign of genuinity.

___

His chin rests atop the tub’s edge, padding the hard surface with a rolled up washcloth. He admires the way your child-like innocence shines through when the bubble of the water starts to form. Hand guiding your hair back to not ruin your fun, a smile pressing his lips/

“So you’re telling me that they didn’t even let you play with cards?” You nod, slipping your under body underneath the bubbly waters so as to not reveal too much.

“We.. like.. Word.” His head tilts to the side, watching as your hands cup into a little bowl, blowing the pop-able bubbles into his face. He flinches away, laughing alongside you.

“You mean read?” His questions make your head do its little ‘definition, please’ tilt. It’s what he liked to call it, anyways.

“Read..Uhm- Yes. I we read.” Your lips crease to a smile, leaning forwards to wipe some of the bubbles onto the tip of his nose.

“No, it’s ‘I like to read.’ Try it.”

“Try it.” You repeat.

“No-” He facepalms, making your breath buble out in a cute giggle. “You say, ‘I like to read.’.”

“I.. like to read?” The sentence felt foreigner on your tongue. Usually you wouldn’t have to know these many words in the center. You’d be able to just communicate through thoughts and howls, but he hadn’t understood any of those. Yet.

“Mhm, good job.” He lifts the cup to scoop up some clean water from the running pipes, dumping it onto your head, as you let out a slight yelp.

“Fuck!” He bends over laughing at your shriek. Lips parted in humor, watching as your face falls confused.

“What?”

“You- that’s not a good word, Y/n.” He comments, laughter beginning to die down for a few moments.

“Why?”

He sighs, resuming to wash your hair. Leaning over, his face is met with yours from the side. “It’s a bad word. We don’t say it all the time, okay?” Your lips curve into a smirk.

“Fuck.” You test.

“Y/n, What’d I just say?”

Your shoulders shrug, silently patting yourself on the back for creating this little game. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

His lips tighten, expression falling flat as the tone in his voice begins to shift. “Stop saying that, Y/n. I mean it.”

With one breath, you lean forwards, lips barely brushing against his as you let the sound flow one last time.

“Fuck.”

…

The living room had grown quiet. Everyone sat sprawled all across the central area, waiting for any sign that it had been okay to rejoin with the newest addition to their bunch.

"I say we order twice the dosage of heat-supressants from Jungkook’s guy.” Jin comments, lips wrapping around the ring of his second soju bottle of the night.

“Well what if she wants to have heats? That’s like forcing a girl to go on birth-control. It should be her choice.” Namjoon adds, turning to the next page in his anthology novel. A warm mug of tea sat perfectly next to him on the side table. Jungkook’s head hangs off the couch, as his body is twisted upside down. His eyes trained on the Television that’d been playing for the past hour.

“Yeah, but we don’t need any hybrid babies around here. Especially since Jungkook’s breed is close to her’s.” Jin’s addition makes a few heads turn, especially that of the maknae himself.

“We’re all at the same risk as I am hyung. She’s half human, too.” Jungkook bites back, a bitter taste in his mouth resides at Jin’s comment towards you.

“I think the little tyke’s onto something,” Out of the small gathered bunch, Yoongi’s voice is next to follow in pursuit of this conversation. His own poison of choice being a chilled glass of whiskey on the rocks. Courtesy of Jimin’s little addiction, he must admit. “We all have the same urge to fuck her.”

Their heads all turn towards the elder, as he raises an eyebrow at the sudden attention.

“Way to be subtle with it, Yoongs.” Hoseok interrupts, sliding the edge of his pocket knife into the safety of its latch. “But he’s right. The maknae only got a little leverage because he’s more similar to her than we are. Biology wins in this case.” Hoseok reaches back behind himself to snatch the little glass from Yooongi’s grip, taking a swig in one go.

“don't high-jack my shit, you damn thief." Yoongi gripes, snatching back his rightfully made liquor from the younger male.

"Don't shit on my high-jack, you fucking sloth." Hoseok bites back, sticking his tongue out at the man he's called 'friend' for the past four years.

"Stick that tongue back at me and I'll rip it out so fast you won't even have time to cry out for your dead mommy." Hoseok's glare hardens back at his hyung's comment, making the whole atmosphere shift.

"Too far, asshole."

"ALRIGHT, you two. Knock it off. We've got bigger fish to fry here." Namjoon cuts in the middle before someone loses a dick. "Tae, what do you think we should do?" The man's head cranes to the side, forcing himself to pull away from the game he's almost won.

"Uhh. What was the question again?" They all groan in unison, watching as Hoseok throws a pillow towards the second to youngest. Taehyung's quick to dodge it, letting out a soft chuckle. "Your aim really bites, hyung. Surprised you've off-ed so many people with that kinda coordination.

"Yeah fuck you too, Tae." Hoseok groans. Taehyung sends a wink towards the elder.

"When and where, baby boy?~"

"Jesus I can't handle all this gay shit." Yoongi stands up, going to himself another drink. Taehyung chuckles, sending yoongi off with a few more words.

"Hyung, you're like the definition of gay. Don't even try it." Hoseok nods, agreeing with the younger male.

"Yea?" Yoongi settles back down, this time plopping next to Namjoon for some familiarity. "Bisexual, people. Ain't limited to one or the other, so taehyung, fuck off."

The commotion paused with a loud bang from upstairs. The group takes a look up, discussing who'll they'll be sending to go check it out.

"One two three NOT IT-"

They look around, laughing at the slowest member. "Damn it! I was waiting for Deadpool to show up guys!" Jungkook groans, pausing his movie to stand and make his way up the stairs.

••

"You are just a little daredevil, aren't you?" Jimin chuckles, watching you struggle trying to blow the tape off from your lips.

"N-uh uh. You keep that mouth of yours shut until you can learn to talk properly, understand?"

Even though you hadn't really, your eyes lulled back in annoyance. Hands reaching up to rip off the tape, but his quick reflexes prove to be faster. "Now that's not how you learn, is it?" A dark aura melts away his once soft and glowy exterior, trailing along something much more intense. His palm wraps around your wrist, a smirk presses his lips. "Don't make me have to tie up these hands too." Something burning inside made you quickly kneel down to submit, not even having time to make a peep. He takes it as a sign of your health depleting.

"Y/n? Get up off the floor, sweetie." His arms come to lift your from the floor, straightening the oversized T-shirts he'd let you borrow, promising to take you shopping in the morning for some of your own things.

Your ears perk up to height, craning your neck to the side quickly. Jungkook's movements hault, noticing what little you'd been dressed in. "Uh- we heard a loud sound and wanted to make sure that you were okay." His eyes trail along your figure, dipping from every hidden curve and wave he could somehow see. The shirt hadn't been translucent at all, in fact.

"Yeah we're fine. Someone taught her a not so nice word so I'm teaching her." Jimin comments, using a black, square shaped brush to comb through your hair, careful to avoid your protruding ears that had been on high alert towards the maknae. Jungkook's eyes narrow with a 'don't look at me like that' kind of expression, making you hesitantly back off after a few seconds.

"Anyways, namjoon hyung wanted to speak with you downstairs in a few minutes." He adds, before making his way back down the steps. Jimin lets out a sigh, taking a few strands of hair, running his fingers along the lengths. "There. Does that feel better?" You nod, turning back around to flash a smile. He mirrors yours, tilting his head down in question. "Are you going to behave now?" Your eyes trail off, pretending to think for a second.

"Y/n.." he threatens, as you giggle through the tape, nodding.

"I don't want you saying that word again, do you understand?" He peels back the tape for an answer.

"Yes."

"What'd you need to speak with me for, hyung?" Jimin questions, as you curl up next to his side, nuzzling into the comfort of a hoodie he'd thrown on before you two made your way down the stairs.

Namjoon's eyes take your strange behavior, lifting an eyebrow. "We need to discuss, well- that." He points towards you, making your face scrunch with annoyance. Jimin glances down, scratching behind your ears to calm you down.

"You mean 'her'. She has a name, hyung."

"Yes yes I know, jimin. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about her behavior."

"Her.. behavior?"

Namjoon let's out a sigh, motioning for jungkook to come over and sit in the floor next to namjoon. "From one hybrid owner to another, you need to start thinking about if you're going to get her on suppressants or not. The sooner, the better." You watch as jungkook's eyes roll at Namjoon's comment, sticking his tongue out at the older man.

"Only legally, dumbass." Jungkook bites back, sticking his tongue out at his owner. Namjoon stares down the younger man, immediately shutting him up.

"Su..press..ants?" You take the words, trying to combine the together. However, they felt weird on your tongue, especially coming from your lips.

"Yes, suppressants, Y/n. When was your first heat?" His question leaves you stumped. What's a heat?

"Today. Bath." You smile, looking to your man to see if you got the answer right. He smiles, thumbing your cheek gently. Namjoon let's out a breath.

"No, Y/n. A heat is where-"

"I think that's enough for tonight."

"Jimin, you know how important this is to discuss-"

"Yeah, I do. Jungkook," his head turns in response, perking up. "Go play with Y/n for a few minutes." Your face scrunched in dislike at the idea. Hands reaching over to lock into place with Jimin’s to keep from leaving with Jungkook.

"No," you protest the thought. "Stay. Jimin." Your lips quiver, begging both of the men for you to stay.

"Jungkook, explain what a heat is for Y/n." Namjoon commands, as the maknae's throat tightens.

"Uh- I don't uhm- I… No." Jungkook stands walking away from this conversation quickly to avoid that conversation.

Namjoon sighs, lowering his head in annoyance. "Jimin, either get her on suppressants or find another place for her."

The night creeper in quicker than day had gone. Bright suns tied into invisible knots in the dark sky, as you sat on the bay window's cushion, admiring the glow of night. A creaking door perks your ears. You turn around, flashing a bright smile when you notice who it is.

"Whatchya doing?" He questions, settling down next to you on the cushions. Your hands drag along the cold winter's window pane, a slight chill running up your spine from the temperature drop. Head tilting to the side, your eyes trail over the moonlights bright illuminates shining upon his features. The chocolate brown irises glow with amusement to match your own.

"You know, they say if you wish upon a shooting star, then your wish will come true." Your head peaks at the idea. Immediately knowing what you'd wish for.

"Shoot..ting star?" He nods, pointing out towards the night's chilly blanket of curiosity.

"It flies across the sky like a really fast rocket.and when you see it, you make a quiet wish and poof! Your dream comes true." A 1,000-watt smile brightens up your face, as you deeply squint towards the sky, trying to look for anything that moves. Jimin lets out a chuckle, reaching up to drag his palm along the curve of your head. Fingers combing through your halfway dried strands, a smile similiar to yours peaks up. Only this one hadn't been towards the flying stars.

"I SEE!" You exclaim, pressing the tip of your finger against the glass. He's quick to sit up, nodding and points as well.

"Quick, make a wish!~" your hands clasp together in a prayer-like form, eyes closing as your lips mumble a few simple words.

"I wish to stay."

Morning peaks through like a little kid waking up bright and early on Christmas morning. Your eyes peel open, watching as the little dust particles float for a bit in the sun's bright rays. Everything had felt perfect.

You quickly rush down the stairs, eager to greet everyone a warm hello, only to find an empty house. Feeling as if some hadn't woken up yet, your feet trail along the halls like Anna from Frozen, just to be met with silence.

Knocking upon each door with no answer. The final door you knock upon is the one who you'd been wanting to see the most. Twisting the knob, you decided to take a peak in.

"Jimin?" You call out, watching as the sun's similar rays shine into his room as well. The gray comforter laid neatly on top of the bedsheets gave a sense of emptiness. His room hadn't been that outdone. With a large king bed placed on the side, and a huge desk sat in the middle facing from the window, it looked almost as if he was the most well-off man alive. The chrome outlines of his bed frame screamed 'look at me, I have money', which made your heart sink.

Had he been out with someone else?

The thought made your stomach churn with angst. Closing the door back, you decide to go make something for the boys to enjoy when they return. Switching on the old gramophone Jimin kept in his living room, you dance around the kitchen while whipping up a good stack of chocolate chip pancakes.

After about an hour's worth of cooking and baking, you'd felt worn out. Clearing the kitchen of any mess you'd disrupted Jin's wonderful organization with, you take a stroll through the rest of the place.

"Get her to take one dose every morning and every night. Keep track of when her heat will be too. On those days, you double the dosage, because her body will be fighting extra hard against them." The doctor extends out a white paper bag with further instructions and your prescription embedded inside. Namjoon pats Jimin on the back, as they make their way out of the hospital. When they're in the comfort of their vehicle, namjoon continues.

"It's for everybody's good, Jimin. Plus, the doctor said it will regulate her emotions better." Jimin's eyes drain off into the distance, blocking out the drowning sounds of Namjoon's Pros list for getting to take the supplements.

It was for your own good, he reminded himself.

Your feet dangle off the side of the bed, while one of his books held tightly in your grip. Your voice sounding out the words for better comprehension. Suddenly, your ears perk to the sound of a car pulling into the drive. You twist off the bed, rushing down the stairs as quickly as possible, falling into the first person's body you see.

"Uhm- I'm not Jimin, Y/n." Jungkook whines, feeling the grasp of your hug squeeze him like a boa constricter's lunch. You release, head peaking behind his body in search for the man you'd been desperately needing to see.

Jungkook sets the groceries onto the counter, letting out a sigh as he watches you pace back and forth between the two front door windows. "How long has he been gone?" He questions, popping the tab on a Coke to take a sip.

Your feet rush back and forth, head and eyes swiveling every which way on hopes that he'd be here faster. "Too long." You're quick to reply, not really caring in the conversation with the other hybrid.

"Y/n, I think you should back off a bit." His comment makes your body twist with anger. Turning on a heel, your face immediately falls straight.

"You, back off." Biting back, you're head turns to face the two large front doors, pacing once more. Jungkook let's out a sigh, shaking his head, making his way up the stairs.

After a few seconds drip by, there'd still been no sight of your man. Well, not your man- fuck that yes he is your man and if any other bitch tries to come at him you'll rip their-

"Y/n?" Jungkook's voice makes your thoughts hide for a second. You groan, already pissed off enough from the stupid wolf-hybrid.

"What?" Turning around, you're immidiently caught with the sight of Jimin's shirt in his hand. Jungkook holds out the peice of cloth, making your nose twitch in excitement.

"How does this make you feel?" He questions, shoving the shirt closer to your nose. Fuck, is he trying to kill you? Are you going to kill him? Probably.

"F-fine." You hesitantly answer, knowing damn well that ain't just making you feel 'fine'. Jungkook's eyebrow raises in suspicion, swaying Jimin's shirt in front of you like a little fucking serpent.

"Mhm, yeah sure." His nose scrunches in disgust, tossing the shirt into your lap. "God, Y/n. You don't think I can't smell how wet you are right now?" Your throat clumps, desperately trying to swallow the dry spell caught. Jungkook scoffs, plopping down onto the couch adjacent to you. "Jimin went with Namjoon to get your supplements. I'd suggest you go take a shower before he gets back."

You'd been too busy smelling the whole damn shirt to notice Jungkook's last few comments. The scent of Jimin's masculine bur delicate vanilla jasmine had your stomach aching for more. Body no longer in control, as you begin to succumb to this unknown power that had overcome you.

Just as you were about to finally go take Jungkook's advice and leave the shirt, a small slam of a door perks your ears. This time, you're more desperate than ever for Jimin to finally come home.

"Yeah man, that whole show was crazy. Did you see how Lee suk-yun made that field pass?" Hoseok's voice made the fire in your stomach recoil with disgust. He and Jin both make their way through the door, as you stand in the corner, waiting patiently by the window. Hoseok's eyebrow quirks in confusion at your strange behavior, glancing over to the maknae who'd been trying to avoid the pup all along.

"She's in heat."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP I NOT" you scream out, slamming your hand against the window pane. Watching as the whole frame shatters into a thousand pieces. They all turn in shock. Watching as your body heaves with anger.

"What the hell, Y/n??" Hoseok gripes, echoing a low growl from your chest. Jungkook quickly rises, interfering between the space of you and the rest.

"Easy, Y/n. Jimin will be home in just a few minutes." Jungkook's voice is calming, yet all you had felt was rage. Then, a wave of emptiness washes over you. Your body fall to the floor, glass cutting deep wounds on your shins, but you didn't care. It didn't feel nearly as bad as the pain you felt from Jimin absen-

"Woah, who did this?" His voice makes your spring up, running to the side of the door, jumping into his arms. He's quick to catch your weight, arms holding you up by just your thighs. The prescription bag dropped to the floor, as they all watched in curiosity at your nose nuzzling into his neck, scenting the fuck out of him.

"Nice to see you too, Y/n." He chuckles, leaning over to set you down. You don't budge an inch. His eyebrow quirks, taking a glance over to jungkook who'd been standing right infront of Hoseok and Jin. "What's going on with her?"

"She in heat, Jimin." His eyes blow wide at the realization.

"N-Now?" Jungkook nods.

"She punched the stain glass window because you were taking too long." Jimin cranes his head to the side, trying to get a word from you about all of this.

"Y/n, is that true?" You nod, moaning against his neck, trailing bites and suckles along his skin. This side of his neck practically turning purple in just a matter of seconds.

His throat clears, trying to pry himself from your grip. Jungkook lets out a chuckle.

"Good fucking luck trying to get her off, Jimin. Took me 6 hours to finally get Yenji off my back." He comments, walking away from the whole situation. In all honesty, the stench of your love for Jimin made his nose burn.

Namjoon picks up the bag from the floor, popping open the pill cup, handing Jimin a tiny capsule. His hand reaches to the side to try and coerce you to take the pill, but your hand is quick to swat it away, watching in victory as if flies across the room to land somewhere far away hopefully.

"Y/n, that wasn't very nice." Jimin scolds, making a smirk press your lips even more. Heavy breaths roll from your mouth onto his collarbone, licking a path from end to end.

"Mmm, more" He swallowed thickly, silently giving the guys a look saying 'help me'. They're hesitant to assist. Coming up with lame excuses instead.

"Uh yeah man I gotta go wash my goldfish." Hoseok walks away, trailing upstairs.

"I have to start on dinner. Anybody want pork belly?" Jin adds, quickly making his way towards the kitchen.

"Fuck no." Yoongi comments before making his way back upstairs. None of them even know when he'd come down in the first place.

Jimin's eyes meet Namjoon's, who'd been watching the whole scene unfold with hesitancy. "Yeah, uhm- I'm rather fond of my head jimin, so have fun with that." Namjoon trails behind Jin into the kitchen, assisting in the first load of dishes.

Jimin makes his way up the stairs with you latched on like a little turtle hanging onto it's parents' shell. Once you're both in his room, he shuts the door. You're quick to hop down from hold, pushing his body up against the door, reaching over to turn the lock. His hands come up to press against your shoulders, pushing you back to give him some breathing room.

"Woah woah- Y/n you've gotta chill out." Your head tilts to the side, lifting on your toes to whimper out the most desperate of things you could possibly get out. However they only exit your lips with your mother language, one in which he knows nothing of. From the other side of the house, you could hear Jungkook's voice speak back, telling you to shut the fuck up with that.

Eyes rolling, your hands find their way down to his belt, making quick work to rid him of the damn thing. "Y/n, wait-" he lips part open, moaning out from the way your fingertips trail over the clad of his boxer briefs. Mouth pressing open kisses to the side of his neck, tongue flushed flat onto the heated skin as your swirl the tip around.

"Je- Fuck.. Y/n.." His head falls back, before you're lifted from the ground, cornered against the bed's end. His body forces yours down, happily to oblige. Hands coming to pin your wrist to the side of your head, his breath falling down in gentle brushes, as if he'd been Bob Ross himself.

"My rules." He growls, making your whole stomach flip a million times. The heat between your legs, burning with need. His body leaves yours for a second, as you let out a whine.

"Just grabbing something." He makes clear before coming back into sight with a few ties of rope.

Holy fuck.

A smirk presses his lips, as his body stalks over yours, falling flat to tower.

"Are you going to be good for me?" He questions, securing the knots around each of your limbs to the bedpost. Your head fervently nods, mind too clouded with nothing else but the neediness you felt for him.

"Good girls follow daddy's instructions." Holy shit.

"Are you a good girl?" His tone leaves every inch of your skin on fire, as if you'd been thrown into a burning building.

"Yes! Yes!" Is all you could cry out. The anticipation is too much for your aching self to handle.

His lips lower to meet your ear, hot breath rolls down the lobe as he whispers.

"Good."

In just a split second, his lips crash to meet yours. Tongue was already fighting for dominance, but he'd won that battle so easily, it hadn't even been a fight at all. Your every desire was filled by him. Every thought, touch, smell, sight, was to belong to him-

You felt the push of his tongue forcing you to swallow a small gulp of whatever he'd hidden between his lips. Once the foreign object was pulled down your throat, all of the pleasure ceases. His touch burning against your skin retracts, the knee he'd been rubbing against your aching core had been no more. Your head whipped left and right to find an answer to why he stopped all of this. Was your tail in the way? Did you bite his lip too hard? Are you not fuckable??

Then, it sets in. Your eyes trail to the opened pill bottle that had been popped open, propped on his side table. Suddenly, you felt the passion, the fire, dwindle down. Your vision became clearer, as his irresistible body and scent became just..

Average.

His hand came up to thumb your cheek, hadn't even noticed that you'd been crying. Your hair messed and knotted with all the movements. Cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from your kiss. His eyes softly gaze into yours, a solemn smile pressing his lips.

"I'm sorry.." He coos, stroking your hairline lovingly.

"This was the only way."

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I don't know if this will continue or not, depends on how popular it gets. Hope you enjoyed it! Took me all day to write this. My cat made my laptop fall off my dresser when I went to go and get something, it cracked and ruined the touch screen option. My touchpad doesn't work too well either, so that's just greaaaat.

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Welcome to my hovel

hi. My name is hyper. I use she/her, and I’m a minor. I post whatever I want here. Right now it’s mostly rain world but I might make other things later when the brainrot gets bad enough ! Expect cringe all around.

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