#reoccurring injury

[tblsomedoodles]

Why are you here? Comic

They're dumbasses, your honor. Like, at this moment, neither of them actually believe they're sibling. (Mikey and Leo are dead set on it but these two are skeptical.) Yet they spend two minutes alone and devolve into sibling bickering. something i had not planned on when i went to make this comic. They did this on their own lol!

Bonus Traximus Reaction to finding his ward bickering like a child with one of the newbies

Honestly, it's actually a pretty important moment for both Rafa and Traximus. Rafa because that's that's the moment they realize Donny has like no self preservation instinct, so if he won't protect himself, Rafa will, while he's around to do it at least. It's important for Traximus b/c for the first time in years, he's seeing his ward acting like a child and he pretty much decides right then and there that 1) They're definitely siblings, and 2) if these 3 strangers actually manage to escape this place, he is making Rafa go with them.

Anyways, here's my little experiment with limited color pallets. I'm not sure i'll do this again b/c it was kinda annoying to figure out the colors first (especially since i knew i wanted both variations of red and purple but couldn't find a good pallet for that. Thus i ended up with this one.)

ps. Donny's shoulder is a reoccurring problem at this point b/c he won't let it rest long enough to heal properly. The injury first happened during "shredder strikes back" events and since Donny decided to start his training pretty much immediately upon getting to the farm house, it hasn't had the rest it needs to properly recover. theoretically, it should be healed by now, but he keeps pushing himself and re-injuring it, a fact he's been hiding as much as he possibly can.

[lemonyinks]

Acrophobia and The Nightmare

A Lyle oneshot

1252 words

Lyle wasn’t sure which came first: the phobia or the dream. They were both something that had always been there, lingering ever present in the back of his mind for as long as he could remember having conscious thoughts. 

In the dream - more accurately, the nightmare - he would be free falling. 

Hands of an indistinguishable size, shape, and colour reach out to him as an unfamiliar voice, different every time, screams his name. He tries to reach back, but his limbs are weighed down by the same rushing air that robs him of his words and breath.

It whistles through his ears like the howling of a monster or the scream of a siren. Its loud shrieking is like a warning, like death herself was calling out to him as he fell into her embrace.  He is left helpless, eyes wide with terror, as he rapidly approaches the ground below.

He never knows how close or far he is to the ground, the distance changes every time he has the dream, but the anticipation of the impact is the worst part. The fear grows, the desperation rages. He pleads and pleads for the hands to reach him, to stop his demise, but he always knows he is going to hit the ground no matter what. 

That is always the outcome.

He gains speed as he gets closer and closer to the end of the fall. His heart, high up in his throat, beats as fast as a hummingbird's wings. 

He tries to close his eyes everytime, but everytime he is unable to. Instead, he is forced to watch. Forced to watch his paralyzed limbs struggling to move. Forced to watch the colours blur and shift. Forced to watch the hands reaching out to him growing smaller and further away until finally his body meets the ground.

The loud crunch of his body colliding with the ground (he never knows if it's grass or concrete or metal or something else underneath him) is something horribly unnatural that haunts him even in his waking hours. The pain is unbearable and all consuming like a thousand flames eating away at his being. 

He is still unable to move his head from where he stares up at the mockingly blue sky, vision swimming nauseatingly, but out of his fading peripheral vision he can see his twisted limbs. There is blood pooling rapidly around him, the thick crimson coating everything in the vicinity until he lays in a sea of it.

He lays in agony as his vision fades in and out.  Blood soon begins to choke him, his chest spasming as it bubbles up his throat and spills out of his mouth in quantities greater than a body should be able to produce. He’s drowning, his broken and mangled body struggling to keep itself alive on instinct even though he begs it to stop.

There's no more hands, no more voice calling out to him, no spectre trying in vain to save him any longer. He is alone and he is cold. He tries to move, to close his eyes. He can’t. Eventually his vision fully fades, the pain subsides, and he dies. Alone and scared.

When he was younger he would wake up every night screaming and crying, almost always tangled up in his blankets or having fallen off of his bed and onto the cold ground, which never failed to make him panic that much harder.

In the beginning, His parents would come into his room to comfort him, but as the years went on they grew too busy to be home much and he would wake up to an empty house. Those nights were the worst, and he barely slept a wink during period of his life. 

Things got a little bit better once he started staying with the Foccarts while his parents were away. He loved sharing a room with Jacques, it was nice to have another person in the room with him at all times. He always did feel horrible whenever he inevitably woke Jacques with his screaming, though. Not that the other boy would complain, he would just sleepily pat his back and tell him it was alright until the two of them fell back to sleep, but the guilt was still there regardless.

Eventually he grew accustomed to the fear and the pain of the nightmare, and while he would still wake up full of terror, he would do it much quieter. When he was asked about it, he would claim that he no longer had the dream, that it had faded away with his age. It was a burden that he didn’t want to force onto others, a weakness he didn’t like sharing. 

The phobia, however, was much harder to hide.

He could barely go up a flight of stairs or look over the second story railing without his knees going weak and shaky, his heart climbing high up into his throat as his lungs spasmed in an attempt to take in oxygen. Tears would well up in his eyes entirely against his will and he would squeeze them shut as tight as they would go while he tried to tame the twisting nausea in his stomach.

There were more than a few times when he was young where he either threw up because the fear was so great, or he had to be carried the rest of the way.

It was embarrassing. 

He felt a sinking sense of shame every time he stood near an edge, glanced out of a ship window, or climbed a particularly tall flight of stairs with a banister he could look over and he felt that fear grip his very being all over again.

He tried, oh how he tried so very hard to get over this fear, but the thing about phobias is that they are hardly logical things. No matter how much hard reasoning or exposure therapy he subjected himself to, it did little to help.

When Querl’s abandoned alloy floated past him that fateful day during the Legion’s infancy, he had felt a surge of hope. He poured hours into his experimentation and creation of the legion flight rings. He was giddy with pride when they worked the first time he tested them and actually managed to hover a few feet in the air instead of crashing to the ground after jumping from his testing table.

Truthfully, the flight rings did help to reign in his fear just a little in the end. At the very least he had a semi-reliable guarantee that he would not be plummeting to his death anytime soon even if he should slip off of one of those horrible, unforgiving heights. 

The fear was still there, though, floating around in the back of his mind like an unkillable parasite. The dream never did go away either, and he was left lying awake each night he didn’t spend passed out in his lab dreading closing his eyes. 

So, he holds the banister a little tighter than the average person when he’s climbing high stairs. He stands as far from the edge as possible on raised platforms, uneasy eyes ensuring that he’s not too close and trying his best to mask the way his knees tremble. His eyes never stray towards the wind whipped windows of ships in motion.

He twists and turns the flight ring on his finger, praying to whatever higher power may be out there that it won’t fail him in his time of need.

He can only hope that the nightmare isn’t an omen.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

ford accidentally knocks out a tooth and his responses range from ‘oh, whoops. it’s fine, i didn’t need it anyway’ to ‘i’ve got plenty more where that came from :]’

stan, as an individual who has lost all of his teeth, is equally disturbed by both flavors of reply

[bitchkay]

Me watching Haikyuu remembering how I wanted to play volleyball in highschool😔👊🏽💔

[prehistoric-megafauna]

Uh oh! This user hit their head and will now be afraid to go to sleep tonight!

[thedo0zyslider]

(Looked at the doc again and had thoughts)

I think, beside the loss of his wings and tail, the biggest injuries happened to his muscles and nerves.

Since his back was affected that's probably where all the nerve damage comes from, since the spinal cord is what sends messages from your nerves to your brain. This also made treating his wings a lot....tricker than it normally would've been. The healers (when they found some) and Gem would've wanted to avoid more damage to his nerves and spinal cord and would've needed to be very careful (AND they would've had to work around a bunch of burns and open/freshly healing wounds as well. I think he was literally bring kept alive by enchanted gapples and healing potions at one point)

I think some of his muscles problems are apart of the injures they didn't catch when assessing him. (The whole limb removal was the main part, and after that fwhip wasn't gonna stay down for much longer) They're just very weak all the time now, and that (combined with phantom and chronic pain) is why he falls over and drops things so much. Some days his muscles are too weak and it hurts too much to move

His hearing is probably fucked as well, now that I think about it.....

OH I JUST REMEMBERED- he already had slight back problems from eal chapter 13(?) (When the ravage basically implaed him on its horns and threw him several feet) So that made. All of what I said worse actually

I was thinking about this last night and...reunited fwhip probably has so many injuries he and gem just didn't catch because they didn't know what being exploded did to you/he had bigger problems to worry about......

And he wonders why he's so fucked up...

[pressureplus]

I actually have this request in my head for a while now... but I'm not sure if you be up to do it so thank to let me know if you will do it or not. Fem! Reader who is happily married and live together with Sebastian (when he still human). Until, Sebastian was arrested and sentence to dead. Reader found no long after his dead that she was pregnant. Years later, Sebastian manage to escape Hadal Blacksite probably very injured in the process. He was soon spotted by the kid that look similar to his human self (the kid probably be now close to be a teenager now), as the kid call up their mother. Sebastian was shocked to see his wife come to view.

I'm looking 👀

Love this dramatic shit, I'm SO here for it!

I'm going to be referring to your son as S/N, so y'all can name your boy yourselves! (I'm real interested in the stuff you might choose, so if you wanna put them in the replies, I'd love to see your baby names!)

Smaller Hands

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: [Unnamed]

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, an Absent Father, injury, and Imprisonment

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He had been running a very long time before he got to where he was now.

Escaping the Blacksite was only the beginning of his long, long journey home. He had wrestled himself from the depths of the deep ocean and fought his way all the way up to the light far, far above him.

Breaking through the surface of the water had provided him with a hope he never thought he'd see truly grow into something he could really hold. Sunlight and open air and a horizon that stretched endlessly in every direction... Sebastian hadn't known freedom in over 10 years, but there it was.

The way the natural light caught the glint of his wedding ring had him already tearing through the water with a grin, energy back in his tired body. It certainly wasn't his original ring, no, that one wouldn't fit on his new, much larger hand anymore, but the replacement that he got so he could wear a ring on his hand and not just as a pendant was enough of a visual reminder of his love, sending him treading the water the way this body was made to do. He had to get to his wife.

He had to see his Y/N again. That's always what his efforts were for.

It was days before he even reached a beach, and weeks of dragging himself through the shadows and the alleyways, keeping himself out of sight. He would squint at road maps and try to figure out how he was going to get himself home, not very well able to get on the public transport or drive himself there with a body like this. He had to be more than a little creative with how he was going to cross the countless miles between his lover and himself if he wanted to make it there at all. He'd spend his seemingly endless days hopping trains and swimming rivers just to close the distance faster, like it may wash away the last decade he's had to go without her.

Sebastian could only hope she waited for him, though those chances were next to none. She had been there the day he was 'executed', watching him get taken back to the chair that was supposed to put his story to its end. She has every right and reason to think he died that day, and he could never be angry or upset if she decided she still needed to be held the way his other hands used to hold her... Would these hands even fit her anymore? They'd outgrown his first ring... Would they be too big to hold hers anymore? The painful thought was a reoccurring one, and it plagued every dream he had in the moments he would manage to rest.

He's nearing his old cottage now, beaten and scarred from the long trip home, more than a little bit tired and definitely hungry. He's barely going to make it if he manages to get to the doorstep at all, but more thankful than ever he'd made his home with her outside of the city and out into the woods so he might have a moment to his thoughts. He could very well find her with another man, or he could find a completely new family, or even find nothing but flowers and trees- The life that he made with her could be all but ashes on a breeze that swept this place years ago. She could be a memory and this could all be for nothing just as easily as anything else. He wouldn't even have a right to be angry... He wouldn't even feel a right to cry if she's decided to move on.

"SNAKE MAN! SNAKE MAN!!!"

He's shaken from his pondering by an unfamiliar voice, a starry eyed child fumbling out of the bushes like a little animal.

He nearly panics and flees before the brave, feral little boy reaches out for his hand and looks up at him like something right out of a story book- Which, he supposed may be fair given the way that he looks now.

"Are you a forest monster!? Do you grant wishes and eat people and stuff?!" It's clear the boy doesn't know fear, young and small still, with new eyes... But familiar ones.

Sebastian's heart drops into his stomach when he begins to recognize the thick, dark hair and deep brown eyes. This boy is the spitting image of the way he looked when he was around 10 or 11... It's like he's been pulled right from Sebastian's old childhood photos.

Too dumbfounded to speak, Sebastian stands there, every muscle in his body tense while his eyes flick around the boy's face trying to figure out how this could be.

"S/N! What are you doing talking to strangers, you were supposed to be at least playing in the yard and not the woods before the sun started setting." Y/N rounds the trees with a stubborn look on her face and immediately freezes when her gaze meets Sebastian's.

The air is knocked out of the both of them, leaving them only able to stare, and he notes the way she's remained nearly the same as the day that he was forced to leave her behind. Like a flower that never wilts, she stands as beautiful and as amazing as she was when he had first met her. Frozen with an expression he can't place, she makes no motion to do anything at all. The larger man acts first at the realization she must be frightened of him, going to put his two unheld hands up and open his mouth to explain himself-

"You said not to talk to strangers, this is CLEARLY a forest monster." Little S/N beats both of them to the punch and confirms to Sebastian all at once that his attitude is as strong in his blood as that unruly dark hair is.

"Heed your mother, would you? I could very well eat you." Sebastian ushers the child forward with a playful threat, the boy in reference pouting and looking back up at him.

"Come on, I'm only out a little bit late! It's not dark yet! Monsters only eat people in the dark." The boy argues, unfamiliar with the idea of real danger, it seems, but certain of himself the way only children really can be.

"Sebastian I can't believe it... Is it you? Am I losing my mind?" Putting the scolding and corrections on her son's statements off for a better time, Y/N looks up at the mutated form of her lover, hoping she might be right. When Y/N speaks, it's soft and uncertain, a hand going to rest on her child's shoulder so as not to lose him while she's distracted.

"You recognize me?" His heart practically jumps into his throat and he struggles to cope with how quickly she's guessed it was him.

"If not for the way one soul knows another, then for your voice and... Our ring." Unafraid just as well, she walks right up to the towering creature and brings her hand up to the necklace it's strung onto around his neck.

"Am I too late?" Sebastian asks, still scared.

"You're late, but never too much. You had better come home now though." She gets firm near the end and he laughs, melting.

"Awe that's no fair! I'm in trouble for being a few minutes late and he gets to be gone forever!" The boy whines and Y/N seems to laugh when she ruffles his hair.

"You can be out of trouble because it's a special day. Now, let's go home and get you to bed." Y/N's eyes stray back up to her husband, the fondness that was there in those beautiful eyes he fell in love with was something that had grown blurry and hard to recall until now. The way her gaze rested on him so softly brought him back like he'd never left in the first place.

"I think I have some things to talk about with your monster, here." She smiles at him and goes to slide her hand into his, the cold feeling against his palm of her own ring -the matching one to his from the promise that they'd made at that altar a long time ago- made him feel warm again, and made him feel alive.

"Yes, I've got a lot of things I've been waiting to tell her for these years we've spent apart."

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

dick grayson and his reoccurring shoulder injury

[stellarbit]

Confess

3k words NSFW Echoxreader

Someone requested some Echo smut and so I gave it a shot.

You catch Echo off guard and he has to deal with his feelings for you.

Laid up in the dimly lit corner of Cid's parlor, Echo grumbled under his breath as AZI-3 performed a body scan. Flanking him were you and his brothers, forming a protective semicircle. Omega, always eager to be involved, stood near Echo’s head, her eyes darting between you and the rest of the Batch as you all did a bit of bickering.

Chuckling, you lowered yourself into a bedside chair, “Wrecker, when are you going to learn to keep your eyes up.”

The burly clone rolled his eyes and head in the same exasperated expression. “I do keep ‘em up!”

“Considering you nearly made all of us fall, I’d say you didn’t this time.” Tech drolled.

At the mention of the fall, Echo gingerly touched the swelling bump on his head, a reminder of the chaos when Wrecker lost his grip climbing a cable to the Marauder, resulting in both of them plummeting twenty feet to the ground. Your voices were gradually sharpening the dull ache in his head.

A streak of red on Echo’s hand caught your eye. A tear in his glove exposed a cut you hadn’t noticed at first glance. As Tech and Wrecker continued their argument, oblivious to the new development, you reached out and gently grasped Echo's wrist. 

“Echo.” You said warily, as you pulled his injured hand closer for a better look. He kept his eyes shut, already knowing what you were about to say.

"Just a scratch, nothing to worry about," he murmured dismissively, trying to withdraw his hand, preferring to ignore the injury than address it in front of everyone.

You kept a firm grip on his hand, the pressure pushing a fresh drop of blood to the surface. Before he pulled away again, you took his bleeding finger into your mouth. The feel of your mouth around his gloved finger sent Echo lurching to attention. He was so caught off guard that he smashed his head straight into AZI.

At the same time Echo shoved away AZI and snatched his hand back. His sudden outburst had you reaching for him again, at least to stabilize him, but he had already scrambled up from his prone position, his eyes wide with shock. "What are you doing?" he blurted out, still wincing from the collision.

You opened your mouth to explain, but Echo cut you off, raising his hand to halt your words. He glanced down at his hand, then back at you, his cheeks coloring slightly.

Echo noticed the questioning look on your face and quickly averted his eyes. His voice carried a biting edge as he stammered, "I-It’s not clean."

Like every clone you’d ever met, Echo was a terrible liar.

You were about to respond when Hunter intervened, patting Echo on the shoulder with a light-hearted remark. "Glad to see you're okay." This gave Echo the perfect opportunity to divert attention from the awkward moment.

As AZI began to relay the results of his scan, your gaze lingered on Echo. You leaned back, puzzled by his intense reaction. During your time together, Echo had never before recoiled from such a simple touch. Well except once.

Echo soon walked off with his brothers, his attention drifting as he replayed the moment you had taken his gloved finger into your mouth.  The warmth that spread through him was something he thought the Techno Union's modifications had stolen for good. For the most part, his duties as a soldier kept him from thinking about it.

When the Batch reunited with you after Order 66, Echo knew he was feeling what you had when he was lost at the Citadel. His feelings only became more reoccurring.

 He would be lying if he said he’d never thought back to the singular night the two of you used each other as a distraction. For Echo, it wasn’t just a distraction, you were so much more to him. You saw him as more than a number and he saw you for the soul you were beyond a Jedi. Fearless, proud, and beautiful. But he also saw you for what you were, a Jedi bound by selflessness. 

Before Skako Minor, during a night spent in a medbay. Echo had been severely injured and, late that night you snuck in to see him. The weight of almost losing him overwhelmed you, and comfort turned into an embrace that quickly heated into staying the night wrapped around each other.

In the gray light of dawn, and under the threat of being discovered, you had mutually decided to confine that intimacy to just one night. However, Echo found himself frequently revisiting that decision. The memory of how you looked beneath him, the feel of your body pressed against his—these thoughts had been his companions through many lonely nights on the battlefield.

The warmth your mouth stoked in him spread, reminiscent of the heat from a kiss—his mouth on yours and then not just his fingers.

To be exact, the warmth of your mouth felt like it was around his cock. Even though your lips had touched him only briefly, his world narrowed to nothing but the memory of you.

A part of him felt undeserving and ashamed. You loyally spent years beside him, followed him to join the Bad Batch, and saw him as your most trusted friend. He wondered what you’d think if you knew what had transpired in him.

As the evening faded and days passed, you watched Echo, noting the careful neutrality he maintained in his interactions. He brushed off the incident as if it were nothing, but you weren’t fooled. You remembered too well the last time he had reacted like this.

After the night you spent exploring each other, the next time you whispered close to him, he had jumped as if blasted in the ass. He'd stammered some feeble excuse before quickly excusing himself. This time, though, you were determined not to let history repeat itself without a proper resolution.

This time you weren’t letting him off so easily. The war was over. You were no Jedi and he was not bound by his role of a soldier.

You were kind enough to wait until you got him alone to push him. A few days after the incident, you finally noticed Echo heading towards the Marauder by himself. You made no attempts at hiding your presence, in fact you sing-songed his name on sight. When the only response was a soft chuckle and an “Over here,” you continued towards Echo. 

He sat at the navigational screens, only turning slightly as you neared him. You smiled and leaned down, positioning yourself to look over his left shoulder for a shared view of the screens. The unexpected rush of emotions—loud heartbeats and butterflies—surprised you.

    Before second thoughts could hold you back, you reached out and gently touched his shoulder, your hand trailing down his arm until it rested over his. "Echo," you whispered softly.

    At your touch, his back straightened. You angled your face close to his, maintaining the contact. You kept your hand over his until he finally turned to look at you, his expression a mixture of caution and curiosity. His head still faced forward as you delicately laced your fingers through his.

   He reared his head and looked at you full on, his pale hazel eyes wide. Maintaining eye contact you picked up his hand in yours and pulled his glove off with your other. A light pink mark running up his forefinger was all that was left of his gash.

  You turned his hand over, inspecting the healing mark, then looked back to him. Echo swallowed and you couldn’t help doing the same. 

"I’m glad to see it’s healing," you commented softly, your thumb tracing the faint line. "Looks clean, too."

"What are you doing?" Echo's voice was tense, a sharp contrast to his usual composure.

At the same time, you asked, "What happened when I touched your hand the other day?"

Echo’s grip on your hand tightened, pulling you a fraction closer, almost as if he was challenging you. "You didn’t just touch me," he said, a hint of accusation in his tone.

You blinked at him, not suppressing your there it is smile. “What did I do then, Echo?”

His usual straightforwardness faltered, making this avoidance all the more telling. He sighed and his grip loosened slightly. "Please, just let it go," he pleaded, trying to pull away.

But you were quick to act, gliding your tongue along the length of his finger, a bold move that turned his hand rigid in yours. You ended with a soft kiss pressed to his lips, cherishing the contact and the rush of emotions it brought.

It took a bit of courage for you to meet his eyes again, lips still on his finger.

His eyes were shut, lips pressed tight, and heat scorched his cheeks. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was suffering. The thought made you panic.

Feeling suddenly foolish, crouched before him with just the simple kiss of his hand, you realized the irony of the situation. You had been far more intimate before, yet now, in this small gesture, you felt incredibly vulnerable. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you kissed his skin again, softly whispering an apology.

“It made me think of you,” Echo's voice broke through the silence, a choked and hurried confession as his eyes fluttered open to briefly plead with the unknown before settling intensely on you. “When you licked my cut,” he continued with a heavy sigh, surrendering to the moment, “it made me think of our night in the medbay.”

That night had only been spoken of maybe twice over the years. During the war, you both had buried any thoughts of what could have been without the conflict. Because, without the war, you wouldn’t have Echo. But that hadn’t stopped you from recalling the things he whispered to you, or from clinging to the memory of how he felt during lonely nights.

Gently, you rolled his hand over to press his palm against your cheek, turning to kiss his touch tenderly. “Is that a bad thing?”

Echo leaned closer, his prosthetic arm pressing lightly against your shoulder, grounding the moment with its weight. “Of course not,” he replied sternly, his voice softening. “It’s just—”

“Because I like the idea of you remembering,” you interjected before he could voice his doubts.

His hesitation wavered as he searched your face, looking for something that might tell him this was real—that it was okay to feel this way. Finally, a gentle smile broke through his stoic facade, and he whispered back, "So do I."

Smiling into his skin you stuck your tongue out and licked him again. “And this?” You said between kisses. 

His eyes fluttered at the sensation. “It doesn’t feel like that’s my finger.”

The sight of him, relaxing back and a smile on him made you pounce. You took two of his fingers into your mouth this time and he took a sharp breath as he watched his fingers disappear past your lips. Echo felt you hum and a shudder ran through him. 

Echo withdrew his hand, leaned forward, and scooped you up by your arms. He effortlessly lifted you, pressing you against the control panel of the Marauder. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in, his face hovering inches from yours, his gaze dropping to your lips 

Overcome by the moment, you instinctively pulled your legs over his hips, drawing him closer. His hand moved quickly, silencing the beeping controls and sealing the hatch with a soft click, ensuring privacy.

"Careful," you whispered, your voice a playful taunt, even though you were completely alone. "Your training is showing, trooper."

Echo's response was a low chuckle, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. "Say my name, please," he requested, his voice thick with emotion, turning the moment into a deeply personal plea rather than a mere flirtation.

You whined out a yes and said, “Echo.” Before pressing your lips to his. You felt him groan softly, his tension melting away as he leaned into the kiss with ease. His tongue sought yours without hesitation, initiating a deep, earnest exploration rather than a wild rush. Each moment was about savoring the taste and feel of one another, deepening the connection that had been simmering between you for so long.

Echo eventually pulled back slightly, his nose brushing against yours in a tender gesture. "I think I've known since the moment we met," he confessed softly, his breath mingling with yours.

Your one hand slid up to his face, gently kissing, “And what is ‘this’ exactly?”

Echo responded by capturing your bottom lip gently with his before he released it to murmur, "That I’d fall in love with you."

The words resonated deeply, sending a shockwave through your entire being. Every cell seemed to freeze, the significance of his admission striking a profound chord within you. On a reflex, you pulled back, creating a small space between you as you placed your hands on his shoulders to gently push him away.

Echo’s expression quickly changed to alarmed as he blinked at you, eyebrows raised. When he started asking what was wrong, your hands fell to your pelvis with fingers quickly working at your pants.

His breath hitched as he realized what was going on and made enough space for you to pull your legs back and wiggle out of your pants. Your pants hadn’t hit the ground and he’d already pulled at his own clothes enough to expose himself fully to you.

Neither of you broke eye contact as you nestled back together. A smile and hum bubbled from you when you felt him glide over you. 

Echo, leaning on his hand for support, choked out a curse when he felt you drip over him. Using your legs as leverage around him, you slid against him before positioning yourself at the head of his cock.

With your hands cradling the sides of his face, your thumbs gently stroking his cheeks, you looked as if you may plead for your life. In a way you were.

“Say it again,” you whispered, your voice a blend of demand and desperation.

Echo responded to the urgency in your voice, his actions mirroring the intensity of his emotions. As he closed the distance between you, joining your bodies slowly and thoroughly, the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. Though it felt like both of you could barely breathe, Echo's voice emerged clear and warm, filled with unwavering conviction.

"The moment I laid eyes on you, I fell in love with you," he confessed again, each word deliberate and heartfelt, 

The words themself sent a thrill through you, they hit you so hard you swore you could’ve came. You bit back a moan and he responded by pulling out a few inches and steadily pushing into you. He picked up a rhythm and his metallic arm steadied you against him.

Your hands held onto his shoulders for support as you pulled him into a kiss. Your body felt like it was thrumming, every move he made pulled a noise from you in some way as you came undone for him.

“Echo.” His name was a panicked plea.

"Yes?" He replied, his forehead resting against yours, both of you sharing quick, shallow breaths in the intimate space.

Your eyebrows drew together, your fingers tightening on his shoulders as the words spilled from you, heavy and raw. "I’m so in love with you."

 It was Echo this time that stilled, his sudden stop left him throbbing inside you.“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever met.” He said in awe of you. It felt like he released something deep inside him by allowing himself to say that. His eyes squeezed shut as another shudder ran through him. He let out a controlled breath. “I’m about to-”

It was you who now moved below him with quick, small thrusts, “If you love me, do it inside.” 

Echo dropped his hand to your hip and rammed himself fully inside you in one last thrust. The entire time he’d been inside you he had been stretching you, but him fully sheathed and pressing deep inside you was the point of no return. You writhed against him and contracted around him. 

“A-Are you?” Was all he could manage when he felt another sudden wave of pleasure.

 “Uh-huh,” was all you could utter through the thrill of your orgasm. Knowing you were cumming for him, on him, made Echo move against you again, throbbing and filling you again to the point his cum finally spilled out of you. 

Your foreheads touched, still caught in each other’s close orbit, and for a few moments ou simply breathed in unison, the storm of emotions settling into a calm. Echo looked into your eyes, his gaze steady and clear.

“That was a long time coming,” Echo said, his voice low and sincere. There was a hint of wonder, as if he was still processing the reality of the moment. The quiet between you was comfortable as you started pulling yourselves together.

As Echo buckled his gear back up he said in a teasing tone, “So, should we schedule our next confession for a few years from now or just surprise each other like today?”

Your laughter rang out. “Maybe without so many life-or-death settings.”

Echo’s eyes met yours again, reflecting a shared happiness and a forward-looking optimism. It was clear that whatever the future held, you would face it together, with no hesitations and no barriers between you.

[crowsoundsonly]

a healing touch.

pair: loki x fem!healer!reader

word count: ~1.8k

summary: your magic is requested to help a certain prince.

warnings: nothing graphic! but injuries (bruises) and mentions of throwing up (which never actually happens); light kissing and unrealistic escalation at the end, i acknowledge but this was a completely self-indulgent fic.

a/n: i hope you guys like it !! i am such a SUCKER^tm for hurt/comfort and healing fics, so i think that you'll discover a reoccurring trope in a lot of my work lol.

Finally settling in for the night, you slip out of your dress and into your nightgown, the cool breeze from your open window acting as a balm brushing against your aching temples. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. The events of the day play through your mind as you recall the various patients you helped to soothe their aches and pains.

You make your way to your bed and throw the covers back, ready for a night of pleasant dreams. While you know you should not, you indulge yourself in thoughts of the prince who keeps your secret attention. Loki hardly knows that you exist, but you are content in keeping your interest from afar. He has come to your nursing station a few times, seeking out your particular skill set as a healer, but his mother is practiced enough so he rarely calls for your help.

Laying back and resting your head on your pillows, your thoughts are interrupted by an urgent knock at the door. You shuffle out from under your sheets and pad your way to the door. Frigga Allmother stands on the other side of the wood, her eyes filled with concern.

“Your Highness,” you say as you bow slightly, surprised by the visit. You open your mouth to ask her why she has come, but you are interrupted before the words pass your lips.

“Your healing is requested,” she responds, sounding almost rushed, but she does not let on more concern than what you can see in her eyes. “Would you come with me?”

You find a pair of slippers and a robe at the end of your bed before you follow the queen through the hallways of the palace. She leads you silently to a green wooden door ornamented with a gold door knob.

She turns to you, finally explaining why you are needed. “Loki has been hurt. It is of his own making, and it is beyond my abilities to help. He is laying in his bed. Please do what you can.” And with that, she leaves you in front of the door, heart racing with nerves and confusion. You take a deep breath, then turn the knob.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sight of the prince, curled up on his bed. His face is ghostly, his body having obviously gone into shock at the injuries he has suffered. Yet his injuries are what confuse you the most. There is no blood, no gashes, no obvious wounds except for the dark bruises that litter his pale skin. But they are everywhere. From his neck, all the way to the waistline of his pants, purple and black bruises mottle his skin.

Loki is so out of it that he does not even bother raising his head at the sound of your entrance. He simply stays curled up, the pain plain on his face. You glance around the room, then to his bathroom, looking for a bowl. You spot one made of gold and grab it before making your way to the prince in his bed. 

Crouching down beside him, you whisper, “Your Highness?”

At his title he stirs, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet yours.

 “I have been called in to help you. Is it alright that I touch you?”

He nods slightly as a shuddered breath escapes his lips. Your fingers skim over the bruises, prodding ever so slightly to see how severe they are and if there are any bones broken beneath them. You can see the swelling in some areas, and he sucks in a sharp breath when you touch a particularly swollen spot on his side. You can’t help but let out a sympathetic sigh.

“Your Highness, I will be using magic to help you. This does require me to press the injuries which can be very painful,” you pause, allowing him to process your words before continuing, “I have this bowl that I want you to hold, so if the pain is too much you can throw up in it, okay?”

He grimaces at the thought of the pain he will endure for the next hour as you use your magic, but he nods in recognition. 

“I am so sorry,” you whisper before beginning your work, the familiar tug of magic pulling at your fingers. 

You press a hand to his side to the area that is swollen the most, letting your magic seep beneath his skin. Loki lets out a groan and grips the sides of the bowl you offered him. You can see his teeth clench and grind as you continue to press, your magic mending the ribs broken beneath. 

Humming softly to yourself, you concentrate on your work, trying to not let yourself get distracted by the fact that you are touching the object of your affections as he lays shirtless in bed. But professionalism keeps your eyes in check, but it does not keep your cheeks from prickling with heat.

You continue your ministrations, taking a break after every few bruises that you quell to yellow. Loki has yet to do more than groan. He keeps his eyes screwed shut as you work which you are grateful for, as you do not think that you could bear being under the scrutinizing gaze of your patient.

You work your way over his body, walking around his bed and climbing to your knees behind him to touch his back. Strength is clear in his muscles, but he is not pure brawn as is his brother, Thor. Rather, Loki is lean and lithe yet coiled with power in more ways than one. After healing the bruises on his back, you run your fingers lightly over his spine, ghosting over his shoulder blades before you bridle your fingers and get back to your healing efforts.

The movement does not go unnoticed by Loki, and he has his wits about him enough to comment, “If only every touch of yours was as sweet as that.”

At his words, your body prickles with heat and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,” you breathe, grateful that he cannot see your face as you curse yourself for falling into temptation.

“It was a pleasant relief from the pain,” he sighs, turning over to lay on his back, carefully stretching and twisting. His face pulls into a grimace as he is not yet healed completely. You duck your head, avoiding his eyes and leaving the comment hanging in the air. 

Still situated on your knees beside him, you move your hands to his lower stomach, pressing and prodding. You can hear his breath hitch and become ragged, but you push your face closer to him in an effort to ignore how his body reacts to your touch. This only makes the situation worse, so you close your eyes entirely, concentrating your magic on healing the injuries that lie below his skin.

You slide your palm over his torso to his side that had been previously hidden to you when he was laying on it. The bruises there are not nearly as dark as the ones you have already treated, so they do not take long to ease into shades of green. At this point, you are leaning over him entirely, your breath hitting his exposed skin, and you can hear him throw his head back on his pillows, sighing softly.

“Your Highness, I am nearly finished,” you say, more for your own sake than his, knowing that you need to get as far away from him as possible as soon as possible. 

Your hand lifts from its place on his side, your fingertips ghosting over his chest to find the bruise on his collarbone. Before you can make it there, Loki’s hand grips your wrist, halting all movement in you. Your eyes flash to his that are stricken with pain but mixed with gratitude. 

He breathes your name as he guides your hand to his neck, fingers skimming down your arm as he watches your face. His other hand comes to guide yours to his stomach, his palm pressing yours flat against him. 

“Loki,” you whisper, sure that he is confused and letting his pain govern his emotions. “There are more.”

He shakes his head, and says, “Leave them. You have done more than enough.”

You nod and shift to slide off the bed, but his hands flash to your thighs, dragging one over his hips. You know that you should stop him, stop touching him, and leave. But you are drawn to him, craving the feeling of touching his skin to do more than heal but to please.

“Loki,” you say again, a hint of warning in your tone, but he reads through it, finding the desperation in your breath.

“Touch me again,” he says, guiding your hands again to skim over his skin, feeling over every faded scar and groove of muscle.

“I shouldn’t,” you whisper, but he just shakes his head, dismissing you, leaning into your touch.

“I’m asking you to.”

You let out a shaky breath as you curl your fingers to drag your nails over his chest. This elicits a groan from the prince beneath you, and you can’t help but feel triumphant that your touch has an effect on him. You dare to lean down and touch him with more than your hands, your lips skimming over the skin of his neck.

Loki sucks in a sharp breath at this and turns his head to give you more access, encouraging you to keep going. Your lips find purchase on his collarbones, and you feel your magic tugging at you as your lips press into his bruise. You take a breath and pull away, noticing that the bruise he didn’t let you finish with your hands begins healing itself under your lips. You chuckle, discovering that your magic works through more ways than you knew.

Watching you carefully, Loki smiles at the discovery you make, his hands coming to wrap around you to urge you closer to him. You look up at him, matching his smile before tentatively placing your lips on his jaw, then his cheek, making your way closer to where you would like to touch him the most.

With a breath, Loki meets your lips with his own, sliding his mouth over yours. His hands are all over you as you kiss deeply into his mouth. You feel everywhere that he touches you, and he burns hot beneath your touch. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Your Highness?” you ask between kisses. He hums into your mouth, then nods, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“I do believe there is.”

a/n: yayayay !! thanks for reading !! let me know if you want to be on my taglist :) and check out MY SLEEPOVER going on right now !!

[its-autumn]

random headcannons but they slowly get sadder

leo is scared of toasters because he stuck a fork in one when he was 7 and is forever traumatised

mikey likes making people he loves bracelets based on their favourite colours

donnie forgets to eat 24/7 so his brothers made him a chart where he ticks every meal per day so he doesn't forget to eat at least 3 times

raph gave leo some of his plushies to try and help him sleep after the invasion

leo and donnie share a room after the invasion because leo developed major separation anxiety and they found out when mikey walked in on him pacing around his room in the dead of night

mikey has chronic pain in his hands after the invasion

raph is completely blind in one eye and struggles with numbness in his shoulder

donnie freaks out whenever anyone touches him without warning no matter the situation

leo hides under tables when he has a flashback/nightmare and wont come out until he's completely convinced that he's safe

splinter doesn't know how to deal with the boy's trauma and problems but he tries his best despite the blow ups

they couldnt treat leo so he had to go to a hospital in the hidden city. when he came home an accident happened and donnie blew up on raph and splinter because of it

mikey has reoccurring nightmares that he failed to get leo back, hence how he ended up walking in on him in the middle of the night

raph constantly feels guilty about hurting his family. leo being scared of them during flashbacks doesnt help

donnie and leo both have memory problems due to their own injuries

more later? 😭

[ssahotchnerr]

Heyy! Hope you are doing well!!!

Had a really weird/scary experience this morning driving to work where this guy got agrressive and punched my car door (while i was still in the car). The only damage is a dent in my car door buttt that got me thinking … Could you please write a fic of either Aaron and/or the BAU comforting reader after she had a bad morning on her way to work and she walks inside in shock?

Thank you!!!

close calls

that's so so scary i'm so sorry :( cw; bau!reader, fluff and comfort, minor self-depreciating thoughts

"hey."

your presence didn't go unnoticed the second you entered the bullpen, as aaron was conveniently just leaving the small kitchen besides said door, cup of coffee in hand. however, you walked past him without much less of a glance. you were on complete autopilot, and so his welcoming greeting flew past you completely.

naturally he was taken aback, as it was very unlike your normal self. you were always quick to give him your bright smile and return an enthusiastic good morning. he considered it a crucial part of his daily routine.

worry instantly rippled through his chest.

something was clearly wrong.

aaron tried again, calling out your name and succeeding to grab your attention. his voice pulled you out of the trance you were in, and you turned to meet his eyes. his concern only heightened when he met your gaze, your expression similar to a deer frozen within headlights.

"oh," you stopped a bit too suddenly, having to regain slight balance as your feet were already one step ahead. you merely blinked, as if you were just now processing his presence, or reminding yourself where you were to begin with. "i'm sorry i'm late."

just like your mind, you sounded far away, too.

"no, no. i don't care about that." aaron's heart dropped at the anguish in your tone, especially when you took a step back, like you were expecting him to scold you. "are you alright?"

you opened your mouth to respond, but fell short, heat filling your cheeks as the gears in your head turned on and on about something. "it's- um, silly."

a frown pulled at his lips; it was a reoccurring habit of yours since you joined the bau, dismissing your feelings and everything else that fell in between. a bad morning compared to the wrath of serial killers? compared to what defenseless victims faced? your emotions meant nothing in comparison- were meaningless even. things could always be worse, so bad should be tolerable, right?

wrong. and aaron would continue to try and convince you otherwise.

always.

true to his word, "i can assure you, whatever it is, it's far from silly."

aaron's eyes were warm, inviting. and for the first time that morning, you felt safe. then again, you always did with him, and you couldn’t not open up to him.

"just... some guy nearly t-boned my car, on the way in." at your admission tears swarmed your eyes, ready and daring to escape. however you were faster, raising your sleeve to blot them before they managed to do so. “he sped away after.”

aaron's eyes widened and his jaw instantly tightened. but his first order of business- making sure you were in fact all in one piece. he scanned you quickly and once he was positive you weren't hiding any injuries, he asked again, with a bit more urgency this time. "are you alright?"

"fine, he just missed me." your statement was far from the truth; you weren’t fine and aaron knew it. your eyes began to water more profusely this time around, and you took a a deep, shaky breath. "just freaked me out a bit, y'know."

"of course." aaron was quick to validate, and he immediately placed his coffee down, long forgotten. "what do you need?"

"what?" you looked at him with glassy eyes, your voice so small you barely recognized it yourself.

aaron's hands carefully found yours, his fingertips just barely grazing yours- instantly comforting you at the touch. he was still fearful of any hidden wounds (yes, he checked again) and his actions were subtle enough to go unnoticed by any potential bystanders. he didn't dare to care about anyone else other than you. "what do you need?"

what could he do?

with a shrug, you all but whimpered, "have a shoulder to cry on?"

"absolutely." he didn't hesitate, his hand finding the small of your back and ready to take you into the privacy of his office.

you nodded, grateful.

"and once you're ready, let me know the intersection this happened at. i'll have garcia pull cams, and we'll get a license plate. i'll make sure whoever did this, is up to their elbows in traffic violations."

"thanks aaron," you sniffled softly, allowing him to guide you. you found yourself leaning against him for support- you were sure you would topple over from the weight of the morning’s events if you didn't. his arm wrapped around you further, holding you securely in place at his side. “you're the best."

[notthecutesttrash]

Defiance

Content: It’s been a few months and Ghostface hasn’t visited since that day. Officially tired of it, you decide to go along with your friend who makes a date with a new alpha for you.

Trigger warnings: 18+ Smut, degradation, lots of blood, death, spanking, implied somnophilia, daddy kink, injury, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), implied stalking, mentions of knives, typical alpha/omega biology

Word count: 13.9k

PART 1

A phone rang beside your figure, disturbing your much peaceful-like silence. With a groan, your hands pulled at the painfully loud object. 

“Hello?” It sounded irritated at first, but you calmed down into a small curiosity. Silence. No noise on the end, not even a small thud to signify any existence. You knew not to get your hopes up, but instinctively your legs shuffled uncomfortably with high anticipation. 

Seconds passed, and still nothing, just sweet awkward silence. Huffing in disappointed frustration, you pulled the object away from your ear and as you were about to place it away, you heard an ushering “Hello..? Helllllo? Helllllloooo?” Recognizing the sound, you exhaled a quick breath of relief.

 “Hi, (F/n).” you exhaled another subconscious sigh, ear pressed against the phone once more. 

“(Y/n)! Thank god, it didn’t seem like my voice was working for a moment. Might’ve pressed mute, not sure. Either way, hey!” The woman spoke with excitement. Knowing her well, you were aware of how she had this mischievous little voice at the end of her words. 

A small flicker of disappointment struck your heart. You long ignored the sad feeling. It was a reoccurring issue since.. that night. 2 months passed, longer it felt even, and not one word.. not one lingering scent.. not a flicker of hope to reassure you about the strange masked man. You were beginning to feel as if it was one hell of a heat dream. 

You knew full well it wasn’t… although long since faded, the knot told you otherwise. Blinking back to reality, you gave out a small fake chuckle. 

“Right. So… what’s your plan? You want to go to a bar to pick up some sexy alphas?” You joked a small irritated feeling deep in your stomach churned at such a thought. 

“Hmmm.. no. Well… maybe.. depends on how your day goes.” The woman nearly broke out in a revealing giggle. Her excitement poured out of her words a little too much for your liking. 

“Uh huh.. and why would such a thing matter?” If you didn’t play into her guessing game soon, you knew the girl would have nearly lost it in patience, and this made you grin. 

A small huff was heard over the phone. “Wellll… I may have met a sexy alpha the other day… got his number.. said it was for a cute little omega such as yourself. He seemed excited, and hey, todayyy he seemed to be… strangely free. What ya thinkin’?” (F/n) beamed, sounding as if she had been at the edge of her seat. 

You continued to fiddle with the fabric of your shorts, picking at the designs one by one. Truthfully, you were hardly ever interested in her experience, but this time you glanced up, looked at the time, shrugged, and said, “Why not?” 

Gasping, the girl broke out with a shocked “Wait…what?! …. Really??!” 

A draft of irritation washed over as you turned your head to your kitchen counter, then over to the windows that showed a clear view of the outside. You mumbled to no one in particular, “It’s not like I’m reserved for any other alpha anyways.” A huff beneath your breath was apparent.  

You stayed silent for a moment before ignoring your anger. 

“Yes… BUT you’re helping me get ready.” 

“I’m on my way,” the woman ushered out in full confidence, causing a swift shared chuckle from both lines. 

Both of you uttered out quick goodbyes soon after. Your body stood up, suddenly feeling a flash of hope cross. 

Stepping in front of the mirror, your eyes took an instant notice of your rough bed ridden horrors. You lightly brushed your fingers through as much as you could. You didn’t think this would make you as excited as it strangely did, but you soon seemed to realize that your body was almost dancing at the thought of finally being able to forget about such occurrences. Your choices could’ve opened wide to any other alpha you wanted, and the thought made you practically laugh at the thought of the masked man. 

Humming happily with a small smile painted on your lips, you shook yourself out of your comfortable pajamas and stared out at your unused clothing. What to wear… you thought. Perhaps something sexy for a date of wine drinking.. perhaps for something fancy like a well-cut steak. Or perhaps something sweet and casual, for a little cafe. Maybe both. Something you assumed (F/n) would’ve thought of, was the idea of a regal yet comfortable bar. 

An omega in such a place could cause harsh dangers, so she always knew, that no matter how cute the date, she would always be there. At most, she had the choice to linger in the background, carefully yet happily watching. 

Time must’ve passed quickly because once the doorbell rang, you were forced out of your deep thoughts. Promptly, you made sure to throw something on before you opened the door to see your very excited friend. Your grin turned into confusion as you scanned over the unused bottle of assumed champagne in her hands. The woman cheerfully waltzed in and set the bottle at the nearest counter. 

“One, what the hell are you wearing? Two… ” her fingernails tapped at the cold bottle. She moved to wrap her arms around your form, pure giddiness exploding out. You shared the same expressions until your hand grabbed at the champagne, your face shifting straight. You didn’t need to say anything for her to quickly begin her reasoning. 

“Well, I decided.. if things go right, you can bring the man home and well.. enjoy yourselves.” She smiled with false innocence, her head bobbing to the side happily. 

“Please..” You snickered with a roll of your eyes, making for a swift turn towards your now messy room. The moment her eyes gazed upon the atmosphere she now was the one to give you a blank stare, hardly impressed with your options. 

“You were never good with choosing what to wear were you?” She sighed, hands at her hips, eyebrows raised sarcastically. 

“That’s why I have you.” You beamed with a ding, throwing a flattering shirt towards her form.

She caught it well, giving it a quick look and a hum…  It didn’t last long, and she rapidly flicked it to a messy pile of “definitely not” clothes. Her form moved to your closet, and her arms began searching as if it was her damn job. You sat upon your bed, watching how she moved, hearing how she muttered “no. Definitely not. Hmm.. maybe.. no.. yes..” Under her breaths, until she eventually found a flattering pick. 

She pressed it against your skin, forcing with gestures for you to get off your ass. This was an important matter clearly, and she wanted you to look at least damn good. (F/n) pressed the dress against your neck, lining it up perfectly so she could see where it falls and where it begins. The dress dropped down to your mid-thighs, its pinkish color making you stand out just a little, but still be a part of a group with its simple sweet design. 

“Something like this will do.” (F/n) nodded with affirmation, plucking at its design. 

You shrugged, lightly shooing her out of the room before you undressed once more. 

Allowing the soft fabric to glaze over your skin, you softly smiled, feeling much more shyly omega than you would have considered. Nonetheless, the color matched well with your hair, and although your bare legs were revealed, and it was a common sight, them being exposed because of a dress made you feel inevitably shyer. 

There was that lovely little submissive omega side of you coming out. 

You stood in front of the mirror a little longer, somewhat admiring the look of yourself. (F/n) whined her rushed words, and you soon got out of your dazed look, not realizing that your eyes were already blown out of proportion at the thought of being taken hard and nicely by a dominant alpha. A trickle of wetness produced and dripped slightly down your panties. 

A strange familiar scent made you curiously peak up at the window beside you. You weren’t sure why this was your instinctual thought. Either way, you couldn’t think of it for too long before you opened your door, letting the excited woman in. 

“Look at you! If I was an alpha I know I’d want to take you,” she jokingly purred. You awkwardly blushed, your legs pressing against each other sheepishly, fearful that your arousal might’ve been obvious. Body getting hot and flushed, you decided to change the subject. Quickly walking out to where the champagne bottle had been placed, your fingernails eagerly picked at its cold wrapper. 

Once (F/n) followed and gazed at the sight, a quick inevitable gasp caused her to rush up to you and nearly slap your greedy hands away. 

“No no no, absolutely not.” She said, cradling the bottle as if it was her child, away from my sight. 

“Not even just a little..?” You fake pouted, eyes growing wider. 

“I don’t think so, sweetie. Your nonsense doesn’t work on us betas. But nice try. This is for later.” The girl placed it back down, her hand patting at it. 

“Hmm.. but what if there was no later?” You hummed, your body swinging side to side, your sweet dress following along with it. It almost made you feel like a princess. 

“And you wonder why you don’t want to go out and meet new alphas.” (F/n) shot at you sarcastically. 

A small laugh escaped, but it soon drifted into a deep sudden thought. If only the true reason wasn’t so strange and horrid sounding. 

“Okay (Y/n), he’ll be about there in 20 minutes or so. Are you ready to be treated like a queen?” She mused half-jokingly. Before you could even muster an answer, she spoke with small anger.

“I’ll make sure on my damn life he will.” You knew she was serious, considering she was giving you a deep gaze. You only nodded. 

Her mouth opened to speak once more, but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the all too familiar phone ring. Exhaling a sigh, you gestured away for a moment, taking time to move to your living room. Once you grabbed the phone, you answered with honey, tiptoeing with excitement. 

“Hello?” 

"Omega..” 

Your heart leaped into your throat, and suddenly your feet dropped. 

“What is my sweet little omega doing today?” 

 You inhale sharply, your heart begins to stammer with quick fear. The tone was deep.. familiar.. terrifyingly cold and secretly irritated. It was to the point where it felt as if the man behind the tone might as well just have stabbed you himself. It didn’t help that your cunt might have gotten fearfully aroused. You didn’t say a single word, frozen in every emotion you might’ve thought of. 

“(Y/n)! Who is it?!” (F/n) shouted from the kitchen, a sound of shuffling evident. 

With that, you took it as an instinctual need to slam the phone down into its receiver as fast as you could. “Nothing.. just.. wrong number!” You exhaled shakily to yourself, walking away from the room to where (F/n) was. She was grabbing at your mother and your father’s kitchenware, poking and prodding around. “It’s a good thing your parents are almost always never home. Imagine what they would do if they found a big bottle of champagne in your kitchen with some hot alpha stranger,” she spoke all while shoving a giant spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. 

You said nothing, unable to muster out any thought. Continuing to breathe erratically, you moved to your window, as if you were perhaps fearful that someone or something might be there. 

“Are you okay?” (F/n) knitted her eyebrows together, voice laced with worry. 

“Yeah.. just… weird.” You couldn’t say much else but she simply just shrugged it off, nodding away. 

“Tell me about it.” 

“Anyways.. are we gonna go?” You rushed to say, your eyes glued to the woman in somewhat hidden fear. 

She nodded. “Let’s do it.”

She placed the champagne into the fridge comfortably, then grabbed her keys. You were still frantically looking out of every window within your radius, all while trying to casually follow (F/n) to the door. 

Once more, as you were about to take a few more steps, the phone rang. 

“Again?” (F/n) threw her hands in the air with a groan and a quick roll to her eyes. “I’ll be in the car, just answer it real quick.” 

You contemplated on whether or not to truly ignore it once she had turned away… or to use this opportunity to ask why, to get angry and yell that the son of a bitch left you and had the nerve to call now when you were finally about to have fun again. With an angered huff, you walked back to the phone, your hands wrapping around it with a pause. An indecisive fear rushed once more, but you swallowed it back and pushed the phone to your ear. 

“Don’t you fucking dare (Y/n).”

It didn’t take more than a second for a deeply upset alpha to be heard. The words were supposed to anger you, supposed to make you feel a raging determination. But instead, you instinctively whimpered out, the omega in you feeling painfully complacent, an urging desire to please. Wetness poured down your panties at the thought of staying here, waiting until the masked assailant would come back and fuck you horribly raw for hours. 

A quick thought of anger recoiled into you. This is your time to show that you’re not just gonna be a desperate little omega waiting around for your ass of an alpha. Your rational side struck in, and the black of your eyes and the wetness of your twitching pussy calmed quickly. 

“Remember what I said ome-“ you slammed the phone into its receiver once more. Your omega side was getting desperate, but luckily you were filled with enough anger to slightly ignore it. 

Remember what? You hissed to yourself angrily, your stomped steps leaving a loud trail behind you. The nerve this man had, to call you after months. To have the nerve to knot you and leave his apparent “sweet little omega” alone. The door slammed behind you and you couldn’t help but noticeably tense up your facial features. He was out there, fucking omega after omega, probably using his little stupid getup to make sure no woman could chase after him. 

A large, deep furious boiling envy overtook you. Your thoughts were racing one after another, not realizing you reached the car that (F/n) had been calmly waiting in. 

She turned to you, “Are you sure you’re okay? Who was it on the phone? You look pissed. Like someone cheated on you pissed.” Her brows once more scrunched in worry and confusion. 

You bit your tongue, holding back every little bit of retort that revealed what that whole situation was. Exhaling a sigh, you stepped inside the vehicle and made sure to simply keep your angry thoughts in the back of your head. “Dude just won’t stop calling the wrong number,” you half-joked in an attempt to ease the conversation. 

“Maybe “dude” just wanted to hear your cute little voice.” She poked at your side, teasing as she buckled in. Playfully rolling your eyes, you turned to gaze out your window, lingering on the trees outside your house. “You know what they say, the moment you get taken every hottie in town suddenly calls you up.” She chuckled, her hands grabbing at the steering wheel. Humming in response, your peering quickly stopped once your house was beginning to get further and further. 

Once the place was long gone from your head and eyes, your worries slipped away, and you once more began to remember why you truly were here in the first place. Your conversations made your mind settle with ease, and (F/n)’s demeanor caused some oblivious happiness within you. The omega within you was once more anxious.. yet aroused at the thought of meeting another alpha. 

“All right (Y/n) you got this.” (F/n) smiled reassuringly, patting your arm as you both unbuckled your seats and stepped within a radius of what you correctly assumed was a pretty-looking bar. The anxiousness settled within your stomach, in turn, you exhaled a rough sigh. There were a few whiffs of scents that crossed your nose, one that smelled like pure ash and cigarettes which almost made you scrunch up in disgust. 

It was when your feet stepped into the area, that you hummed at the sweet smell of cinnamon, perhaps a vanilla even. (F/n) silently gestured to the man as lowly as she could, and with her last words she parted from you, meddling into a seat far enough but still in perfect view. Throwing her a look once you had sat down freely next to the man, he gave you a look as if to disregard you. It was an awkward second before he had looked over your form once more. This time it lingered, and surely he could smell you as much as you could him. 

“You must be that beautiful omega that (F/n) was telling me about.” The man spoke, a rather sexy grin spreading, his head tilting in intrigue. 

A small blush spread across your cheeks, and you shyly tucked your hair to your ear. Eyes ogling at one another, his gaze appeared as if it was drinking at the sight of you. You could tell he was thinking harsh things considering his scent shifted strongly, causing your heat to tingle with excitement. With slight blackened eyes, he licked at his lips before taking a long sip of his drink, a sexy groan following. 

The arousal already between your legs was obvious, and so was his.  

“What’s your name?” You asked innocently, head tilting with genuine curiosity. 

He hummed at this, smiling in a way that got your pussy tingling. The silky name rolled off his tongue with ease. 

“(Y/n)” you responded shyly, curling your legs tighter.

“Pretty name,” he smiled. Thinking nothing of it, you smiled back. 

“Want a taste?” The man pulled his drink towards you, his eyebrow raising. 

You thought for a moment, before shrugging. Lips wrapping around where his once was, warm arousal in your abdomen surged to your sex. The liquid slipped in, and you savored it sweetly as it hit your tongue. It was cold, refreshing with a thin tinge of grape. It wasn’t as rough as you expected, and you took another sip, soon moaning out your approval. The burn in your throat lasted for a few small seconds. 

You were oblivious to the arousal you gave him, and you were too innocent to realize how his eyes were darkening by the second. Once you handed him his drink back, you proceeded to order the same. 

“What is it?” You asked after eventually receiving a copy of his glass. 

 “Ciroc,” he mused with a dark tone. You blinked at him and he couldn’t help but chuckle deep. That response ignited a small instinctive hitched breath from your form. Luckily you were able to hide… some of your pure attraction.

 “It’s vodka, sweet omega.” He said, smiling down at you with such a piercing look that you were sure he could read right through you.

Muttering out an “Oh,” your shy gaze dropped from his dominating peering, a trickle of wetness pouring into your already-soaked panties. You awkwardly sipped at your drink, too shy to glimpse back at his eyes. At the simple gesture of not meeting his gaze, his orbs blackened more so, surely thinking what a sweet, and perfectly submissive little omega you were. 

The smell of your sex caused him to groan out huskily. Taking another long gulp of his drink, he breathed in such a way as if to signify that he was losing his mind. You took another shared sip of your drink, eyes peeking towards (F/n). She glanced away as soon as your eyes met, a grin spreading wide upon her proud features. 

It was silent for a moment, but it wasn’t awkward. It was knowing, and the air was filled with a musk scent that a few others couldn’t help but turn their heads to. Betas or not, it was obvious what was happening between a clear alpha and unclaimed omega. It was until about halfway of being finished with your drink, that you decided. 

“Do.. “ you paused, catching his dark gaze once more. His attention was fully on you, and that wasn’t changing anytime soon. “Do you… want to get out of here..maybe.. go to my place?” You shyly asked, fiddling with your fingers, eyes stuck on the man in front of you. 

The man grabbed at your drink and downed every last bit of liquid there was. He ushered the bartender over and pulled out his wallet. Something so simple, such as his counting was aggressive and filled with arousal. He handed what he needed over to the other man, paying for what seemed like much more than just yours and his drink. How much did he have before you arrived? 

His hand grabbed at yours, and this prompted you to get off your seat and follow. You rotated to (F/n) and she swiftly did the same, following after she practically slammed her change on the table. When you were outside again, the day had gotten already so dark, and you could tell it was soon about to be night within perhaps an hour. 

The alpha looked impatient, and within a second he turned around to you, his lips smashed into yours. It tasted of hard liquor and from this, you hummed. Your hand lightly wrapping around the back of his neck, pushing him in for more. A low growl came from his throat, and a soft whimper followed from your own. 

“Hey, hey, before you two go crazy on each other…” Both of your features couldn’t help but irritatingly stop and turn to the voice of (F/n) who was holding her hands up as if she was innocent. 

She gestured to you, throwing you her keys. You caught them and pulled away shyly, exhaling a shaky aroused breath. It was obvious that both you and the alpha wanted to do whatever you wanted to do instantaneously. The thought of having to wait at most about 10 minutes or so, shouldn’t have seemed like it was a big deal, but for both a very aroused omega and alpha to sit together not doing a single thing to another for even two minutes, that sounded like torture.

Both you and the man hadn’t made a move, and you simply stayed silent. She gazed at your forms, able to tell that a heavy whiff of impatience and arousal poured into the atmosphere. So much so that you’d basically just fuck in the car.

(F/n) sighed. “All right, give me the keys. You two better hold it in your pants.” She huffed, rounding to the driver’s seat. You sheepishly followed, your hands together at your legs. The man grunted at the unfortunate plan of not only (F/n) there, but the thought of simply having to be patient for a moment before the definite plan of fucking you senseless. 

The woman patted the passenger seat with a stern stare as if she was purposely pulling you two away from one another, knowing full well what would happen if you both were in the backseats. 

The man grumbled and although he was breathing heavily both out of need and heavy impatience, he silently moved to sit in the seat. You moved to the back seat, sitting in the middle, your gaze down to your feet. Tightly, your legs were pressed to one another, afraid that your arousal would pour down your thighs and onto the leather.

The silence was painful once (F/n) had begun to calmly drive. Surely, your mind and his were clouded with lust, the thoughts of taking, or being taken repeating. The man’s leg was impatiently bouncing up and down. 

The alpha’s heavy breathing and soft growls were clouding your mind. Your heat was drenching your panties even more at the thought of stepping inside your house and instantly being fucked as hard as the man could muster. 

Your nose inhaled as much as it could to get every little scent of the alpha. Eyes closing and head rolling to your side, you nearly dropped on the seats. The instinctive need to slip your fingers down your cunt, to roll around at your clit, was becoming difficult to ignore. The harsh omega within you nearly slipped as many times as it could, before your nearing smaller and smaller rational side, exclaimed loudly to hold back. 

“Hey hey.. (Y/n).” Your eyes fluttered, blinking tiredly up at (F/n). The car was unmoving, parked perfectly at your house. How long were you just sitting there thinking? 

“Come on girl, get up.” She gestured at you, moving down to talk closer to your ear. “You got a sexy alpha waiting for you.”

Nearly moaning, your wobbly legs arose, moving towards your front door. (F/n) didn’t follow, and instead, she simply waved at both of your figures, shouting a nonchalant “Have fun!” She was quick to wink, sitting back in the car to drive off as fast as she could. Your hands were grabbing at your keys, attempting poorly to unlock the door.

The alpha moved against your back dangerously close, his mouth at your neck, growling and nearly biting into claim you. You weren’t even inside yet and your legs felt weak, mouth sputtering with harsh moans. Eventually, through many long seconds, you managed to open the door, and as quickly as it was opened, it was closed with both of your bodies now pressed against each other into a melted kiss. Your back was against the door, and your legs instinctively wrapped around the alpha’s body, hands desperately clutching on his back. 

His erection prodded at your sex, and with this, he made sure to grind against you real hard. You squealed out a whimpered “Alpha!” 

Growling once more, his lips didn’t stop kissing yours for what felt like minutes until he finally pulled away. It allowed you to pant for a long moment as he began to eagerly kiss your neck, licking along your beautiful unclaimed spot. You couldn’t ponder anything over the heated arousal and the wave of pleasure that he sent you with a single kiss.

You took a whiff through your nose, and a long moan poured from your lips. Continuing to inhale to achieve the same bliss, a small smile tugged at your lips. You did it once more, and with each time that you did, it was getting stranger and stranger.

Ultimately your eyes opened, and your focus drifted not to the kissing of the man on you, but the strange scents that were mixing. It smelt.. strong, so very strong, but it didn’t seem as if it was coming from the alpha practically on top of you. 

In a way.. it smelt like it was.. behind his form. It was as if there was a thick musk surrounding him in a perfect barrier. The alpha in front of you was beginning to lose his unique aroma.. in truth, you weren’t sure what his smell was anymore.

You couldn’t help but drown in this new smell, your moans now belonging to the lovely scent that you were inhaling like a drug. You lost notice of how the alpha at your neck was lightly sinking his teeth in. 

“Mmm..” Soft breaths of yours filled the atmosphere, and the alpha tightened his grip on your thighs, pulling your form and his away from the wall and into another room. His gaze caught your living room, and he swiftly pulled you over to the location and greedily threw you on the couch with him on top of you. Your legs softened tightened him, and soon you realized he was still tasting and licking at your neck, his teeth inching more and more in. 

This caused you to inevitably pause. The omega within you was going insane, it was finally going to get what it needed. 

A small voice screamed No. 

This isn’t what you wanted. 

“Wait..” You muttered out, your hands on his shoulders. He only growled in return, continuing even more so. His teeth grazed your neck too deep for your liking. Half of you started to panic as much as you could before your instinctual need to be claimed had gotten out of control. “W-Wait… alpha..” You tried to mutter out through your desperate moans.

Once again, no response, and this time when you felt his teeth, you craned your neck back, crying out loud in pleasure. Your mind was becoming cloudy, and you only managed to whimper out a few “no’s” before you submitted into your quivering need. Your legs clamped around him as hard as could be, and the sinking displeasure grew painfully quiet.

The man raised his head and looked deep into your needy yet desperate tearful orbs. “Omegas don’t talk back to their alphas.” These words were dark and at any other point It would have been upsetting.. but in instantaneous response, you nodded your head, pleasure and heat overwhelming your mind. 

He furthered the treatment upon your neck, sinking back into a comfortable place. Your eyes closed, delving into the man’s passion. The voice in your head said nothing other than how you needed this claim. Your nose inhaled a large beautiful whiff of that same sexy scent.. it was delicious and even closer than before.

His teeth began to dig in deep, and as you were about to scream out a “yes!” Every action ceased. The man grunted loudly out of character, and he felt unusually stiff. When you blinked open your eyes in soft confusion, they widened, and a gasp caused you to nearly scream out. The man on top of you choked out stuttering breaths, his body raising as he observed the scene. The tip of a deep familiar knife evident through his chest poked through, blood pouring around the sudden wound. 

You violently quivered as not a second passed before the same weapon yanked out and jabbed through another part of the man’s body… The man choked out globs of red over the pink of your dress. Breath caught, and throat dry, your quivering shocked eyes stuck to the man above you.

Your eyes gazed deep into one another, his orbs were filled with sudden shock of pain, pure horrid confusion. He couldn’t mutter a syllable as the blade was taken out once more, only to stab into his back continuously. Again.. and again.. and again.. it was sickening, and all you could do was watch as your stomach violently churned. 

Red splattered at your lips, and the alpha body poured out with blood.. so much blood, and with each jab, the splatter flicked at your features.

You took in a sharp inhale, tears cascading down your cheeks as you began to grasp even a moment of the scene. The man coughed up once more until it looked as if the light had faded from his eyes. No words were made as he fell limp. His torso swung to the floor, and when you had managed to glimpse up.. your throat tightened in horror.

Tears were pouring down your terrified orbs that had caught with an all too familiar masked figure. 

Ghostface tilted his head, his right hand gripping a horribly bloody knife. His left hand moved in a slow mocking wave, and although you couldn’t see it, an evil grin felt as if it was painting his face. The adrenaline of your fight or flight response took off, and instinctively you raced off the couch, fear burning and hammering into your heart. 

“Oh come on now (Y/n), don’t run. It’ll only make this a lot harder.” 

Ignoring the voice, you dashed to your front door, knowing full well that if you ran to the phone it wouldn’t end up in your favor. Your heart was racing as you slammed it open, and you were soon darting through the grass and trees that littered your area.

Sticks and rocks were hitting your clothed feet, the darkness pouring around your figure made it impossibly easy to see nothing ahead of you. Running continuously as far as your legs could take you, your torn blurry eyes made it so that a few dangerous branches and trees, were hardly noticeable.

Breathing frantically, the blistering cold atmosphere whipping at your face made the air feel impossibly thin. Time felt as if it was slow, oh so slow as you were terrified of being caught. No matter how much distance you made, you needed more, you were sure he was hot on your tail, ready to dig his blade into your back. Your breaths were short and you were on the verge of hyperventilating. 

You took a deep inhale through your nose as much as you could while sprinting, and when you had smelt possibly nothing, you only calmed down slightly. Hand grasping the bark of a tree, your body paused for a moment just for your aching panic to hammer deep into your chest. When you were beginning to sprint once more to make way for much distance, you realized there was a terrible gnawing pain in your stomach, followed by a pain in your tightened chest for every deep inhale you took. 

A crack in the nearby area caused instantaneous fear, and with this, you made sure to ignore every bit of your clenching muscles. Direction mattered less, and for all you cared, you could run into a ditch that was up ahead. The determination in your body became constant, striving to sprint as fast as your legs could. 

Eyes beginning to get impossibly cloudy, and pace becoming a little slower, you panted without realizing how loud you must’ve sounded. The nearing scent of alpha was surrounding closer and closer. Forcing yourself to break out into an even faster dash, and your exhausted muscles were crying out. 

A crack beneath your feet caused you to hiss out in yelped pain, forcing an inevitable pause. A shard of what felt like glass lodged itself deep into your foot. The crinkles increased in sound when your body met with the cold forest ground. A harsh jab hit then hit at your bare knee. 

Whimpering out, you bit at your hand to keep yourself quiet. A large instantaneous fear wracked your body. The recent memory of blood splattering on your face and seeing the light fall from the man’s face before you surged in your head. The omega within you poured out in sobs, tears pathetically streaming at the fear of what would happen if the alpha found you. 

It was wrong, it was disgusting, it was terrible. 

Tears poured out, and even with a chunk of your hand lodged deep in your mouth, you couldn’t help but whine out loud, the pain of your cut foot searing across your leg. You panted out hot breaths, your hand grabbing at the tree near your fallen form. With every last bit of strength you had, your fingers held tight and clamped down. Quickly, you forcefully stood yourself up. 

The moment your cut bloody skin had even remotely touched the ground, you squealed with pain. Your toes curled, and although this caused more blood to trickle down, you mustered up the courage to continue. Both feet hit against the floor, and with a hiss, you only managed to move a few steps. 

The air around you overflowed with that same lovely yet terrifying scent. It was overpowering and you subconsciously whimpered, helpless, your eyes becoming blackened at just the thought of him nearing your figure. With a poor attempt to shake it off, you stepped forward slowly. The aroma became stronger and stronger. Your sex was throbbing and the fear of disobeying your alpha so heavily was impulsively making you stop in your tracks. 

Don’t give in, don’t give in.. the rational voice in your head screamed out, rapidly thinning away in seconds. 

Leather-like hands snaked their way to the nape of your neck, slowly wrapping around to your front. The scent was terrifyingly strong, your legs trembled, your pussy ached, and your stomach churned. The masked man leaned down, his lips close to your ear. 

“I fucking told you.” 

You shivered with fear at his harsh tone. A soft whimper followed once his fingers graced your hair. Growing smaller and smaller the more he had caressed, you instinctively turned to him, sheepish. The masked figure was an inch away from your quivering form. You could feel his cold angry gaze, and from this you shrunk, your fearful gaze moving to the ground in response. 

“Look what happened because you didn’t fucking listen little one.” He grabbed at your chin and harshly forced you to look at him. Tears were straining in your eyes. Even with your attempts to keep a stronghold, a few escaped through the thinning barricade. There was a strong anger burning in his silky voice and you quivered, terrified. The remaining peering made your body burn with discomfort. Yet mainly saddened by your alpha’s extreme disappointment, you bit at your lip, holding a barely remaining effort to glare at him back. 

Ghostface tilted his head as if knowing you were attempting to challenge him. There's an unmoving scrutinization, and he coiled your strands in his finger so menacingly slow. This action gets your touch-starved side quivering in arousal. The more you stared back, the more the omega within you exploded out. Tears eventually burst in cascades from your eyes. 

The masked man’s fingers moved to play at your hair teasingly. “Little omega can’t be good for her daddy can she..?” He was apathetic once he finally saw you break. This cruel tone made your chest wrack more with continuous sobs. 

His fingers wiped away at a few of the wet streams, almost more irritated at the sight of the pathetic tears. 

“Maybe that’s a good thing… I like a little fight anyways.” Ghostface snickered lowly to himself. His masked features inched closer to your wet cheeks, voice darkening. 

“But.. maybe I should have let the asshole claim you. Knot you deep so you could live your little serene life in a plain home with 4 pups.” His finger prickled at his sharp bloody blade, tone dark and amused at seeing your heart stammer in response. Instinctively you shook your head, your blown-out orbs pleaded with his, practically begging for the alpha to forgive you. 

“No? You don’t like that?” He teased, knowing well that it was causing more of your desperate tears to stream. You shook your head a desperate no once more, your choked cries causing you to struggle with your breaths. 

“Say it.” 

You sniffed, attempting hard not to break out in more tears. “N-N-No..” 

“So is my sweet little girl going to be all good for me?” 

You nodded your head in response quickly. He stayed silent, and your broken voice responded with a stuttering “Yes..” 

“Yes, what?” 

“Y-Yes Daddy..I-I..” Sniffling, you attempted to rub away at your continuous cries.  

“Hmm.. I’m still not sure you can.” He challenges further, and although you knew at this point he was just being cruel, your throat tightened in response. 

“N-No.. I-I am..!” You managed to argue out before more tears broke out into weeps.  

“Are what?” He shot back quickly, unphased by the desperate sight. 

You inhaled as much as you could to calm your chest.  “I-I.. can be.. good..I-I swear… I a-am good.” You struggled to rasp out through your hiccuped cries. Gaping, you peered into where his gaze would be, seeking any emotion, any form of approval. As expected you received nothing.

“Hmm..” Still, he seemed unamused. His knife trailed at your chest lightly. This choked out more sobs, not because you were afraid he was going to jab the blade in, but fearful that he would leave you in this cold forest once and for all.

You disobeyed your alpha, let another touch you, kiss you, nearly claim you, all because of your anger. Ghostface stepped back, head tilting slightly to observe the cut at your knee. Blood dripped down your leg, reaching your drenched red sock, covering your foot that looked more harmed than anything. 

“Fucking clumsy omega,” The masked man hissed, moving his arms to swiftly pull you over his back with little to no struggle. Your stomach pushed against his shoulder, and you muffled a whimper when his hand grabbed at your ass.

Ghostface began to walk, and you didn’t know where he was taking you, but you were terrified. You hiccuped into him as you tried to breathe through your stuffy nose, and nothing in you tried to struggle, instead, you were just clutching onto his cloak desperately, afraid the alpha was going to let go of you forever. 

The shock of your sore wounded body came into effect, and you began to hiss at the pain of the deep cut on your foot. Still, the anxiety of him leaving you stung more than any bit of pain could. Continuous snot and tears drenched the back of his cloak as your face pushed into him, begging and pleading. You didn’t know how long you were sobbing into him truthfully, but it seemed as if forever had passed.

A door opened and closed, and Ghostface tugged at your form, and your rear instantaneously hit against a mattress that sprung you back up. Your back hit against a wall with a light thud, and you whimpered when the man pulled the bloody sock away from your wounded foot.

You quickly realized that you were in the comfort of your room, and the man had set you on your bed. Ghostface was peering at your cuts, seeing how there were small shards of what looked to be glass stuck in the wound. The masked man walked away for a moment, leaving you confused. Your panicked tears calmed down slightly once he came back with what looked to be a first aid kit taken from your medicine cabinet. 

How did he know where that was? 

The thought was pushed away when he grabbed a small pair of tweezers and moved it towards your knee. You instinctively moved away. “No!” You yelped, terribly afraid of how harsh the pain would be. The man exhaled a more patient yet still irritable sigh. He peered into your frightened orbs.

“If I don’t do this, you’re going to be in a lot more pain soon,” the man reasoned dangerously. It almost sounded like a threat, but the omega within you trusted your alpha with your life, and you hesitantly nodded, relaxing. 

“Good girl,” he eased, and your stammering heart fluttered, Blinking down at his form, your tears quieted for a moment as he had moved the object to your knee. 

Did he mean that..? 

You sniffed and wiped away at your wet cheeks, a newfound hope deep within your heart. 

It didn’t last for long as you felt a sharp digging inside your skin, and you groaned out loud in recoil. The metal object moved inside your bloody cut as if it was searching for anything in particular. A warm liquid rushed down your leg and although you were attempting to hide your uttering squeals, a loud cry escaped when a shard of glass cut deeper into your skin. 

The instant relief that followed after once he grabbed and took it out, was enough for you to ease. The pain began promptly again when he repeated the action to scan for other shards. When nothing was found, he moved to your numb-like foot. You didn’t feel as much there as you should’ve. You began to softly whine to yourself, easing into a ball of helpless cries. 

The anesthetic that he rubbed on you afterward was cold, soothing, and not as harsh as you expected. He did it well as if he’d done such a thing a thousand times over. The man wrapped bandages around your wounded areas, and he did this so expertly that your eventually blurred calmer orbs began gazing over him, your heart blooming at the idea of your alpha taking care of you so well. 

When he was about done tying up the last bit of the bandages, he simply glimpsed up at you, then moved to stand tall before you. You had forgotten how much taller he was than you, and because of your sitting form, you raised your head to look up at him. His fingers moved to your lips, rubbing at your skin, erupting a shaky hitched breath from your teary self. 

Ghostface continued rubbing his thumb against you. The urge to suck at him was impossible to ignore when he had teasingly entered only slightly, just to take it away and repeat. Your breaths were struggling to keep up with his fingers, and you didn’t realize that your tongue was desperately attempting to drag against him. Tears were still softly pouring down your eyes, and yet your need desired so plainly to taste the sweet tangy leather. 

“Such a filthy little slut.” Ghostface declared a matter of factly, dipping his thumb over your tongue, this time keeping it there. 

With a pout, you calmly pressed your tongue and moved at his still thumb. You horrendously cringed, shivering with disgust. A terrible metal-like tasting liquid dripped against your tongue. You knew it wasn’t just your blood, and the thought made you revolt.

Continuous tears spilled from your eyes at the thought of such a horrid thing. You felt sickened for what was on him. Yet.. the instinctual need to keep sucking on it, made your pussy tingle with excitement. Remaining silent, he observed as you sucked up his thumb greedily with both disgust and need flashing across your face. A chuckle was heard, and you gazed up at him, orbs blackened.

He dipped his other bloody fingers in. You gave out an inevitable moan of disgust. Nonetheless, once it settled over your tongue, you began to hum softly, licking around the shape of his fingers quickly.

The silence remained, and eventually, your continuous lapping slowed. The stammering in your chest calmed significantly, and the tears drifting out had paused, leaving only your wet flushed cheeks. Your focus only shifted to the filthy yet somehow delicious taste of the leather over your alphas fingers, leaving your panicked state soon, hushed and needy.

This was disgusting.. so terribly wrong… yet so frighteningly good 

Your pussy tightened at the impulsive imagination of loving sex with your alpha. His unmoving gaze was strong, and his breaths were darker. Moaning softly, you continued to suck and lick at his now clean-covered fingers.

You ogled up at him, desperate (e/c) spheres, hoping with such a needy gaze that he could see you were begging for him to fuck you through your arousal, and to continue even after. A growl burned in his throat, and with this, his fingers swiftly pulled away from your desperate tongue. You whimpered at the removal.

“Take off your dress,” he demanded with ice, concluding a swift end to your whines. 

“Now.” It was such a tone that you feared the outcome too, and that was all it took before you nodded. Sheepishly your form stood up with a small hiss of lingering pain over your foot and knee. It was bearable and not nearly as harsh as you had recalled a moment ago. Hands clutching at your bloody spotted dress, you slowly flipped it over your form, and threw it at the ground. Timidly your legs crossed, your pretty pink bra and drenched panties within clear sight.

Ghostface’s fingers trailed at the fabric over your breasts and you exhaled a hitched shaky breath. His knee moved in between your legs, forcefully separating them. You submitted effortlessly and he angled his mask to your wet thighs, your thin panties nearly displaying the throbbing pussy beneath it. 

“And to think that asshole was trying to get all of this for himself,” there was a dark chuckle that left him, genuine amusement in his silky voice. Fingers moved at your chin, and he gently moved your features to his level, your shy dilated orbs gawking into where you assumed his would be.

“I fucking own you.. got that?” He spoke lowly, irritated, fingers moving to your lips once more. Your legs attempted to cross at the throbbing arousal, and you quivered at the thought. Bowing your head in agreement, he moved to your ear, whispering so darkly that chills ran down your spine. 

“Next time I won’t hesitate to punish my little omega.” The pout was evident and he darkly laughed. “But.. if princess is a good girl then there won’t be a next time. Right?” You shook your head in response.  

“Say it.” 

“N-No Daddy… there won’t be a next time..” You whispered sweetly, voice still evidently cracking and stuttering from your previous sobs. Your focus was glued to his mask, and he hummed in approval, his blade suddenly snapping at your bra. It fell in pieces to the floor, and you instinctively attempted to cover your shy breasts.

Hand moving towards your arms, he pushed them away effortlessly, fingers moving at your tender nipples. You hissed out, moaning through your teeth as he wrapped his hand around, and gave a swift tight squeeze. A surge of arousal rushed down to your heat, and a loud moan poured from your lips like honey.

The same blade flicked at your panties, and you instinctively pouted at the thought of the set you had bought now going into the trash. The fabric slipped down your legs, your wet sex throbbed in response, and you could feel the man giving you a hungry ogling. 

“I should make you suck my cock after all that. My little omega doesn’t deserve any more.” You instinctively moaned at the threat, the idea of his cock deep in your throat struck such elation. Chuckling darkly, his fingers graced your gaping lips, moving towards your tongue.

“You’d still love that wouldn’t you?” Without hesitation you moaned in approval, tongue circling his leather glove. 

The masked killer hummed, “Of course, you would, such a slutty girl.” Saying nothing, you continued to stare up at him, neither denying nor confirming. 

“I’ve been enjoying seeing you walk around in those cute little panties of yours every day.” Gasping not in disbelief of him stalking you, but as to why he never visited, you moved to speak and he cut you off, moving impossibly close to your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you raw for a long time now… and to see this little shit get so close to you, makes me want to ram you against the wall and pound your insides until you’re begging me to stop.“ Moving away from your quivering figure that was cherishing the idea, he gave you a condescending pat on your cheek.

“But, I’m not going to do that-“ your body slumped and your lips opened in a saddened retort. “I’m not going to fill up your pussy with every bit of cum I have inside of me… I know my sweet omega would love that too much..”

“But that’s not-!” The man’s gloved finger hovered over your lips, warning you to be swiftly quieted. A quick pout befell. 

“If my omega continues to be good again, then I’ll fuck her senseless. But for now.. that’s not the case.. is it?” Ghostface’s tone was ridiculing, and surely a smug mean smile was painted on his lips. Orbs dropping in disappointment, tears prickled at your eyes, lips pursing. 

“Is it? Omega?” 

“No..” your sad small voice whispered out, a tear trailing down. 

“Good girl..” He purred, trailing his voice wickedly, allowing your heart to flutter only slightly. To say you weren’t good, then to call you such right after was cruel.

His leather fingers trailed downwards, moving slowly towards your aching pussy. Your breath caught in your throat unexpectedly, eyes trailing at the man’s empty sockets. He watched your needy expressions, your anticipation dripping in your sex impatiently. 

Ghostface dipped his masked fingers into your folds, softly.. slowly..  toying with your wetness. A shy moan escaped, and your face moved swiftly towards his neck. Your hands wrapped around, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips longingly into his fingers. All rational sense of questioning had vanished as you had begun melting into his hands.

His slight simple touches caused your desperate trembling pussy to clench around nothing, as he continuously dipped his fingers only slightly in, to quickly take them out. Erratically, moaning into his neck, your tongue graced over the fabric. The man took the time to inhale, and with this, he lulled out a delicious-sounding grunt. The smell of yours colliding with his, only caused his stiff dick to twitch more. Feeling this, you bit at your lip, a past statement of his echoing in your head. 

You moved away from him, and you could feel the confusion through the black holes of his mask. Knees touching the floor, you met his eyes with black wide pupils. Everything in you desired to make your alpha happy with you again, if he wasn’t, you just wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

Your pleading fixation made it clear you desired this probably more than he did, you wanted to make him happy, you needed for him to groan as he stretched your mouth wide with his cock. Knowing what you wanted, he stayed silent, as if contemplating through the arousal you innocently were giving him. 

"Please Daddy.. I'll be good again, please.. let me, please… I’ll…” Pausing, your tongue nearly slobbered at his clear erected shaft poking at the leather of his pants, twitching at your sight. Ghostface hummed for a moment, then exhaled a gruff approval.

“Fine. I’ll allow it. Show me I can trust my little whore again.”

You were furiously nodding before he even finished his words. Hands moving to his pants, his cock sprung out as if trapped, and your astonished ogling stuck like glue. Swiftly your hands graced his knees, more than ready. A tug pulled you forcefully back, his hand at your hair shoving you away from his angry shaft. Arching, you met his masked features with a pout. 

"If I see you touching yourself one bit I’ll make sure you can’t sit straight for the whole fucking week, kay?” You nodded swiftly, impatient, truthfully unable to hear him through your arousal. You were quick to proceed the moment his grip lessened. He tightened it again and pulled back, and you grumbled instinctively, annoyed. 

“Watch it, you should be grateful I’m letting you even suck my cock after the shit you pulled.” His tone was still irritated and a saddened frown fell.

Nodding quietly, his grip lessened increasingly so, and you took this moment to finally, and so happily meet his thick arousal. God, he was tasty looking, and his dick was so large you could cum alone just by imagining it fully inside you. Your tongue licked at the vein prodding from the skin and the taste of him caused a pleased rumbling in your chest. Tongue licking hastily at the aroused member, you happily took him into your mouth. With his breathy grunt, your hips wiggled, excited, and you moved closer. 

His leather-covered fingertips momentarily tightened at your hair when you moaned deep into him. The arousal gave you a continuous drip of wetness from your heat that was craving to be touched. Desperately desiring to not displease him further, you forced your painfully needy fingers away from your sex and took it as an excuse to wrap them around his throbbing cock. You let them roam eagerly, and your tongue swirled around his tip.

The shape was entrancing, and your tongue studied it in sure detail. His heavy breaths were getting louder and this encouraged you once more to take him as deep as you probably could. You bobbed back and forth at a decent pace, allowing yourself to get into it as much as your limits could take you. The taste of him you could get more than used to. 

Staring at him, a blush scattered across your face. Meeting his gaze whilst doing such a dirty action felt so vulgar.. yet the desire of pleasing your alpha in such a way made happiness bloom in your cunt.

Ghostface was unreadable with his mask on, but the lustful scent seeped through a hole out of any sort of cover he had. Your gag reflex increased as his cock began to prod at your throat. You moved to pull away for a needed break, yet when you were just about to fully remove his cock from your mouth, his fingers placed on your scalp moved down and balled your hair into a tight fist. Suddenly he jolted your head forward and his cock hit the back of your throat. Your mouth took him wholly and despite your struggle, he breathed so beautifully that your body couldn’t help but wiggle in response. 

“Fuck doll-“You swirled your tongue around his cock as much as you could with such a size, and his heavy exhales shifted into a sharp hiss when you sucked at a sensitive vein. Your eyes gazed deeply into the mask’s eye holes, your tongue desperately working at him.

He pulled his head back with a grumble, his fingers applying even more pressure to your head. Eventually, it was like something in him snapped, and Ghostface impatiently shoved your mouth almost completely down his cock, and your throat instinctively attempted to expel him. Promptly, your head was pulled back, and before you could even take a breath, it was diving forward onto his needy cock.

��His breaths were short and staggering, deep and heavy, mixing in with only a few hardly audible grunts of approval. He was mercilessly bobbing your head back and forth, and you were moaning desperately, your hands tightening hopelessly at his legs as he fucked you furiously. Your tongue was attempting to make movements around him, but it was beyond difficult when he plunged your head down him even further. His hand occupied your head firmly, and your throat was being taken so very well that you could feel your angry cunt surge in jealousy at the lack of attention. 

One hand slowly began to snake down, you hoped not too obviously as he was surely too focused on fucking you at a furious pace. The sloppy pattern was beginning to make it hard for you to breathe. His cock was repeatedly jabbing at your throat, and when he pulled your head away for a slight second, you gave him a pleading gasp, begging for him to slow down.

Nothing changed, and you whined at the merciless pace. A groan of pleasure erupted. “Fuck... your mouth... is perfect.. for me princess.." He was grunting increasingly through his heaves, and you peered at him complacently, eyelids widening at the burning, at the gnaw in your jaw, and the gag in your throat. 

Your fingers moved to the pool of your streaming arousal that dripped down your inner thighs. Despite the intensity, you could cum swiftly from him taking your throat in such a way… Your needy pussy throbbed when he sucked in a breath and shoved you down even harsher than before.

Sneaking into your drenched panties, you slowly moved around your clit, reacting with a sudden moan at the instantaneous pleasure. Promptly your head was pulled back, his fingers tightening in such a way that you were sure he could break you. Regardless you finally took this moment to pant and cough out as much as you could. 

"What did I fucking say?" Voice angry, he exhaled roughly, and you could tell he was just at the brink of climax and you ruined it. Swiftly your fingers pulled away, and you glanced at him with wide eyes, ashamed. Opening your mouth to defend, he rammed his cock into your mouth completely, and before he even gave you a chance to adjust, he pulled back.

"You... don’t.. fucking..” His words were emphasized by a repeated punctuated thrust back into your throat and then out. “..listen... do you.. omega?" Ghostface was now tugging you forward onto his shaft as swiftly as you thought possible. The man’s breaths were speeding up, irritated, yet so on the verge of cumming. 

Instantaneously, he jolted to an abrupt stop and he jerks your lips to circle the end of his cock. His balled-up strong fist held you there so tightly, you felt an impossibly warm stream of cum forcefully spew down your throat. You coughed into him, not expecting such a deep climax.

Attempting to poorly to be patient with your breaths, he held you there with a iron grip, hoping he might just let you go any second now. Yet with every passing second, you were struggling to take a singular inhale of air. The burn in your throat was becoming unbearable, and you moved, or at least attempted to. A sharp impatience surged in him, and he balled his fist tighter around your hair when you tried. 

The black dots in your vision were getting harder and harder to ignore, and the gagging in your throat didn't stop. You looked at him, pleading, a terrible aching in your jaw, and the stress in your unblinking eyes causing a stream of tears to pour down your cheeks. The man was breathing jagged and heavy, and his cock surely twitched at the sight of your struggle.

He pulled you away within a second, and in that second, you inhaled as much air as you could. You were panting out like an unflattering dog as small amounts of his cum drooled from your tongue. 

"Swallow it." His tone was sharp, and he was just about at his last hair of patience at the idea of you disobeying him one more time.

A genuine fear swelled, and you shrunk at hearing his tone. Lowering your head, you swiftly caught the escaping stream in your hand. Slobbering widely at your palm, you made sure every bit of his release would find its way back to where it belonged. The taste of his cum made your pussy burn in enjoyment. God, how badly you wanted to be fucked. 

The frightening glare lessened at your show, but it did nothing to aid in his anger towards you yet again. When you finished. your head bowed to the floor, heartbroken, terrified, and aroused. Ghostface suddenly stepped away from you, and you jolted to observe his every action.  "On your stomach,” he sat at your bed, his hand on his lap, signifying where.

Hesitating so clearly, he tilted his head in a way that gave you menacing shivers. You pressed your breasts nervously against the soft blankets, your stomach over his knees. Apprehensive of what the alpha was going to do, you secretly hoped for a claim or a large knot frankly.. but you unfortunately knew that wasn’t going to be the case. 

"Since you don't know how to listen and follow simple fucking commands.. you're going to count. Anytime you don't count, lose track, or say the wrong number, I’ll double it.. on second thought, I’ll triple it.”

You were vaguely confused, but still you nodded apprehensively.

His leather hand touched your bare ass, trailing down the shape. Regardless of the glove over his skin, it gave you a fire that ignited in your cunt once more. A powerful spank into your right cheek caused you to suddenly jolt forward, yelping out at the unexpected pain. His hand swapped to land a blow even harder at your left, and still unaware of the situation, you yelped, teeth-gritting naturally from the pain.

You hoped this was just a quick punishment.  

"I don't hear you counting princess." His iced voice broke you out of your daze as if somehow threatening that it could get worse.

"T-Two.." Stammering cautiously, the fear that it was going to be incorrectly quickened your pace.

You didn’t know why you even expected him to give you a break already, or at least a further explanation. It wasn’t too long after before his palm met your ass cheek like the crack of a whip. Nails curled into the sheets, the fabric piled into your hands desperately, and for some reason, you were still whimpering hopelessly like a bitch in heat. You wanted so clearly to beg, to cry, but you couldn’t focus on your thoughts and counting all at once.

"Th-Three.." WHAM. 

That one felt like hot metal seered into your skin from the way it burned so harshly after. Although in the moment you felt your head whirl, and it was all happening only a second after another, you were sure they were becoming increasingly powerful. Your behind must've already been a purplish red, and the relentless tingle emphasized that.

“Four." Tears stung at your eyes, and your throat made a choked whine when you received the fifth blow at your cheek, or was it six?  The numbers arrived so quickly and you were beginning to lose track of the way his hand met so brutally with your rear. Back and forth, back and forth, it was too fast and your head swirled confusedly. 

"S-Seven...?" 

"That was six." It was quiet only for a moment, and your fear increased horrifically. Nothing would have readied you for the way he in response to your blatant mistake, increased his strength tenfold in each promised tripled blow. The worst part was, he didn’t even switch between your left and right. He pauses, then starts again.

You couldn’t focus outside the stinging, and you wiggled in his grip, desiring to escape.

“Now it was seven." From that, he repeated the horrible action from before, and you attempted to push your head deep into the sheets, imagining a place where this wasn’t happening, and your alpha was just a sweet man. The echo of the next slap rang into the room, and you wailed at the spreading pain.

Tears finally grazed your cheeks, and your mind at this point could only notice the way the burn exponentially doubled with each slap.  Knuckles turning white from clenching, you again attempted to move to ease the blatant discomfort. His fingers then sunk so harshly into your back that surely he would have given you a bruise, and the next blow doubled in strength. 

“Move one more fucking time and you’re going to be counting to the hundreds.” You sniffled at his cruel words and limped into his hands, struggling to not resist and flail against him. There was a cruel rhythm to the blows, and you counted in your head, thinking that maybe if you focused solely on the numbers all the pain would disappear.

12…13…14…fuck..15? No.. 16… Fuzziness swirled, and although you were counting, you were beginning to lose track again. The stinging in each cheek brought you to reality, and the burn could only ease for what felt like half a second before he would smack at your opposing side.

“E-Eighteen…” At this point, you were heaving broken sobs that cracked from your throat.

He sang, “Seventeen,” a sadistic tone in his voice. He was apathetic and usually unreadable, but right now, a side of him was enjoying this so terribly. Biting at your lips hard, you braced for what was to come.

He tripled the spanks, and you were crying, quaking so helplessly that you would’ve maybe thought he’d give you mercy. “P-Please.. I can't... alpha it hurts..i-it hurts so bad..” Body quivering, you fisted your sheets, sniffling out unflattering sobs. 

"Whose fault is this?" Ghostface spoke sarcastically, chuckling evilly. You hiccuped a sob, a tear in your heart at his words. The disappointment and anger from your alpha made you intensely ashamed. The crack from his palm, the stinging at your skin, the uttered shameful forced spoken numbers on your behalf, did nothing to aid your emotions.

Maybe it was your submission, your tears, or your broken pleads that rung out, stammering “alpha.. alpha.. a-alpha, please,” that had him pause for just a moment longer than what you were used to. It was only a sweet few seconds of bliss before the blow at your left cheek ignited a swift remembrance of every number that you had to count. 

"If you just fucking listened like a good omega, this would've been over by now." His tone was as usual, cruel and sadistic. Surely something in him, the alpha harming his omega, did care, maybe if you could just hear it.. just a little bit then he’d stop. There was only so much you could do.

His hand struck you, forcing you out of such an imagination, vaguely uncaring that your skin was a hopelessly swelled red. Sobbing, you truly tried your hardest to keep track of every sting through the dizziness.

“Tw-Twentry three..” The crack of your unflattering voice yelped at its ending when he used his raw strength to let you know how wrong you were. Tensing at the apprehensive wait of another slap right after, it eased quickly, a welcomed pause showing you were indeed correct. He only allowed ever one breath of relief to fall, and even then it was just barely before he would give such a fate. 

“Twenty-six…” By this number, you were sure it would've concluded, you were sure that it was now beginning to get too high to be thought of as a normal punishment. Another strike proved this very wrong, and you yelped, fear coursing through you.

“Please.. no more alpha.. please.. I-I’m sorry… I-I promise… I-I promise I’ll listen.. p-please stop... The pain in your rear was becoming so unbearable you couldn’t care less about how pathetic your pleading was becoming.

“Oh? Now you’ll listen? It only took 30+ spanks.” Ghostface enjoyed this all too well, you were sure he did. He paused for a moment. Not out of mercy, only to watch closely as you whined into the sheets, body quivering through the throbbing heat. Where exactly? You didn’t quite know. 

“Tell you what bratty girl. If you can get to 35 without messing up once, I’ll stop for tonight.” For tonight? Your heart raced at the implication, but you couldn’t think much about it before a crack of his palm hit your ass, and you screamed out “T-twenty-eight!” As apprehensively as possible. You were focusing so hard on each spank, teeth nibbling at your cheeks so much that you only slightly drowned out the terrible pain. The excitement of its closure only drew you in further. 

31… 32….  You were getting terribly anxious. 33…. It was so close, almost there. 34… “Thirty-five!” You nearly screamed out, expecting it to finally all be over.

“Ah ah ah- 34. Not 35.” Perking your head up, you swiftly rotated to him as much as you possibly could, tears brimming in your eyes.

“What?! No-No no no, I.. I.. please.. a-alpha.. please,” the sobs threatened to escape at the thought of starting all over, fear chilling your body. You were sure you counted correctly, this… this couldn’t be possible. You couldn’t go through god knows how many more.

You could see his empty eye sockets, his emotionless mask turning to you, and it felt like a pin could audibly drop in the silence before you heard him laugh hard, meaner than ever. It lasted too long, to the point where you confusedly sputtered a “what..?” 

“Look at you, so hopeless and innocent, so scared. I’m sure it hurt your little brain to think that hard on counting, didn’t it?” He patted at your ass playfully. This ignited a burn and you jutted against him with a hiss, a sizzling heat between your legs. Did this mean you weren’t going to receive extra punishment?

“I-I.. don’t get it..” You admitted, and he laughed.

“Of course you don’t. I just wanted to see your cute little reaction.” Your soft surprised “oh” didn’t last for very long as he began to rub your ass cheeks so gently, it almost scared you how quickly his gestures could go from cruel to sweet in just a few seconds.

The soft caressing did ignite a fresh pain now and then, and there were still past tears stained on your face, your eyes blown out fearfully, pussy beneath the red of your cheeks that was throbbing so. It hurt, it hurt so badly, but there was something within you that wanted him so bad you could die.

He rubbed at your rear in such ways that made you tremble. It ignited a comfort in the painful ache, and you heaved out shaky breaths. Whimpering, some part of you was unsure as to why you were even calling out to him after such a scene, but god you wanted your alpha so bad.

The tenderness muffled into soft spikes of discomfort, and with his glove touching it so nicely, the searing dimmed out rather quickly, the throbbing of your aroused cunt almost subduing it forcefully. You moaned, writhing against his hand that teasingly brushed over your sex. “A-Alpha..”

"Hm?" He played dumb.

You felt truthfully happy he didn’t see how embarrassingly you were jutting against his hand, begging for friction. Meanwhile in reality he was biting back another mean laugh.

Ghostface’s action ceased completely, and you pouted, the omega within you about to scream out for his knot. His hand met with your ass abruptly and you squeaked, pushing against him.

“Ow! A-Alp- ooh… alpha..” moans of pain turned lovingly as his two fingers dug deep into your cunt.

“Surprise, my little whore all wet for me after I spanked her senseless.” Circling your hips, he curled his fingers and you screamed, begging aimlessly when he began to spear you repeatedly. The wetness spilled over his thigh, and he cussed out. “Shit omega. You’re going to make me want to fuck this pussy of yours if you keep dripping on me like this.”

You nodded as swiftly as you could. “Yes-yes do that, please.. alpha- please-“ he spanked your ass and you yelped, quieting with the bite of your lips.

“Shut up.” It wasn’t as ice cold as his words before, but regardless you whimpered at his sudden demand, and you quietly wiggled to the way his fingers rammed themselves up to a hilt in your aching sex.

You squeezed him tighter than ever, thinking of all the things he’d do to you, of how you might just sit on his face and grind your way to completion. Grunting in approval, he gave your pussy a soft slap, and you threw your head back, moaning loud. The climax was beginning to rise, you could feel it, you were so close, and you were riding, grinding on his fingers hard, gargled pleas falling from your lips. 

“Oh, Ghostface.. oh.. oh god.. ah- wait!” Crying out, his fingers left you completely the moment your quivering release began. The nerves settled sharply, so quickly that your throat nearly choked out a sob.

“And fuck, you taste delicious too,” he breathed out gruffly, and you rotated to him, hoping he had removed his mask. Nothing, just his licked clean fingers, and a blush burned at your cheeks. He gazed at your helpless quivering body, and it looked as if he was contemplating for a moment. 

“Fuck omega,” he spoke lowly, as if only to himself. As if he wasn’t at all planning on fucking you raw, but the powerful alpha in him was significantly growing at seeing your handprinted ass, and the way your tasty hole was clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. The dull ache in your rear that you were wiggling, caused a surge of slick to escape in slow streams from your sex and fuck it looked so delicious, he could clean you up within a minute. 

“Face down, ass up. Don’t even think about looking.” Ghostface’s words came out more rushed, almost on the verge of madness, yet you didn’t question him, he’d just give you another brutal spanking If you disobeyed.

Springing up off his lap promptly, you snuck a look, excitement surging through you, your face pushing into the soft covers. Shutting your eyes tightly, your booty instinctively shimmied to his sight, more than ready for what might come. The position spread your throbbing wet pussy wide to his view perfectly. 

His leather fingers rubbed at your needy clit like he was just getting a feel for it. Shaking with whines, your deprived muffled moans absorbed into your sheets. Suddenly a warm tongue dragged up your cunt so slowly it nearly caused you to break your restraint. Hands tightening around your covers, you moaned out loud as his tongue ran up your wet thighs, drinking in every little bit of arousal you had.

The hot breaths against your sex had you shaking and yelping in desire. The thought of your alpha enjoying your taste, made you wiggle into him harder, and you wished more than anything you could grab his locks and sink him deeper. The pace instantly increased, and he began wildly lapping you up, his thumb shifting to rub swift circles around your clit. Two fingers pushed deep into your tightening hole again, and with this, you broke out into quivering moans. 

You strived to shout out to him desperately and urge him to continue, yet the barely holding of your self-restraint made it impossibly difficult. His fingers curled deep alongside his pace, and his tongue circled so amazingly well at your juices, It wasn’t too long before you gave into pleasure, and ripped your head from the sheets. Eyelids scrunched tightly, afraid they might just burst open and disobey his rules.

The thumb that swirled at your clit stopped, and that hand met with your bruised ass. Jolting, a squeal left you, and his fingers shoved deep into your walls. The hold on your eyelids was about to break, and you were panting, desperate.

“Face down omega, don’t make me tell you again.” Ghostface cracked at your red cheeks one more time, reinventing the forgotten pain.

Your head sunk begrudgingly into the comfort of your warm sheets, teeth biting at your lower lip in frustration. You could feel him smirk into you, a clear amusement in your desperate whining pleas. He knew you wouldn’t look, but oh did he love seeing you so torturously submit.

The sexiest breathy chuckle vibrated at your aching hole, and you shivered, fingers digging into the sheets in order to not rip yourself away again. The coiling climax surrounding your pussy had you tightening hard around him, and his tongue moved to your clit now, licking up and down the throbbing sex. This had you going crazy, and you couldn’t help but move your head just a little. 

“I-I’m.. A-Alpha“

Scissoring, his fingers started scissoring inside you, and you convulsed, just about to lose your restraint, the coiling getting stronger and stronger. He was relishing in your flavor, his greedy tongue lapping deeper into your sex, and he purred into you.

That broke you, and your orgasm quickly sped up to the way his fingers were pulsing deep in your fluttering walls, thrusting, scissoring so deep you screamed. 

“That’s it, babygirl, fucking break for me.” Nails nearly ripping at your thin bed cover, you pushed only your chin out, moaning so loudly you couldn’t even hear the way he was laughing at you, but you sure as hell felt it. 

It almost wasn’t possible how far he could go, and he stopped at an absolute hilt inside of you, his knuckles surely deep into your cunt. His tongue greedily worked at your high.

Trembling, the climax started settling, and your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head as he continues the quick movements of his tongue. You jutted into him, body so tensed from the quivering release, it felt like you couldn’t even move anymore. You limped weakly, only softly grinding into his never-ending torture. Tears threatened your orbs, and you came so hard, the sensitivity of your nerves made it so that you were shaking into him, desperate to pause.

“D-Daddy.. t-too much… c-cant” He opened his fingers wide, making you scream out again, a slight pain beside it. Too overstimulated, it was too much, and you could hardly think.

His fingers suddenly thrust into you so fast your desperate cunt quivered, a second climax started rushing in too quickly, You screamed, unable to ready yourself for such a painful yet sweet release. Grinding against him hard, he lapped it up like it was his last meal, and he pulled your ass deeper into him, your legs weakly shaking.  

He didn’t stop, and at this point your head dropped, fingers weightless at the loss of strength. You were twitching, and your cunt cried out as he ate up every little stream of cum that dripped. Whispers left your lips, his name at the tip of your tongue, jumbled gargles making their way out. Your leg moved to push your body away to sway him from his further abuse.

He growled deep, sending a jolt up your spine. Fingers tightened at your burning ass, and you were whining in pain, his tongue circling you so quickly still it felt like it would never end. 

Low growls were coming from his throat, and nothing encouraged him to pause for your exhaustion. You were still moaning out hopelessly, your slumped form only upright because of his firm hands.

Eventually, his fingers slowly pulled away from your cunt that was still attempting so dearly to suck him in. The sound was obscene, vulgar, and he gave a few slaps to your cunt. You whimpered, jumping to each. One last lick was given to your trembling clit, and he unexpectedly spanked your right ass again.

Desperate pleas were falling from your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks. Ghostface breathed out a chuckle, his hand now gently rubbing up and down your numb pussy.  

“What a good fucking omega, so delicious and all for me.” His hand pat at your ass, and you hissed at the way it seared. Butterflies flew in your stomach, your heart skipping a beat. Happiness still enveloped you through your exhaustion, happy that he enjoyed you so well, and that he was proud of you.

The idea of his features sent excitement through you, but you didn’t look even if you wanted nothing more.

Your alpha was finally happy with you.

A soft whispered moan escaped, the thought of this sending you to a sweet sleep while he continued rubbing your pussy so well.

Before you passed out, you could faintly hear him snickering as three fingers entered your exhausted walls. 

[justice4gyeongsu]

━━━ 'CHAPTER ELEVEN' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ adults seemed cooler before the infection outbreak.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; flashbacks, near death experience, choking, betrayal, violence, alot of angst, mentions of bullying, depression, some fluff, mentions of puking, reoccuring ptsd, exclusion, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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gwinam lunges at cheongsan, grabbing his shoulders with a vicious grip. wujin tries to intervene, attempting to pull gwinam off cheongsan, but he's too strong. daesu joins the fray, punching gwinam in the stomach, trying to distract him. jimin tries to pry gwinam's hands off cheongsan's shoulders, but he refuses to let go. despite the commotion, gwinam's grip only tightens, his fingers digging deep into cheongsan's skin. cheongsan's face contorts in pain as gwinam forces him to kneel, his shoulders screaming in protest. the group's efforts to stop gwinam only seem to enrage him further, his eyes blazing with a malevolent fury.

the situation is spiraling out of control, and it's unclear how far gwinam will go. the group's attempts to intervene only seem to be making things worse, and cheongsan is paying the price. joonyeong, determined to stop gwinam, swings a wooden stick at his head with all his might. but the stick shatters upon impact, splintering into pieces as gwinam's head barely flinches. gwinam takes advantage of the momentary distraction to break free from the group's grip. with a swift kick, he sends joonyeong flying across the rooftop, his body crashing to the ground feet away.

"joonyeong!" you shout, racing towards him in panic. joonyeong struggles to sit up, wheezing as he tries to catch his breath. "i'm okay... i'm okay..." he gasps, his face contorted in pain. you kneel beside him, helping him up as the others stare on in shock. gwinam stands tall, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. the group's attempts to stop him have only seemed to enrage him further, and it's clear he won't hesitate to hurt anyone who gets in his way. cheongsan still kneels at his feet, his shoulders throbbing in pain. gwinam's rampage continues as he shoves off daesu and jimin, sending them stumbling backward. with a sudden burst of strength, he grabs wujin and hurls him at daesu, the two crashing to the ground with a strained groan.

cheongsan, determined to fight back, rises from the ground and throws a punch at gwinam. but gwinam intentionally takes the hit, his smirk growing wider as he shows off his strength. with a swift and merciless counterattack, gwinam punches cheongsan in the face, sending him crashing to the floor once again. cheongsan's body slides across the rooftop as gwinam kicks him, his form skidding to a stop near the girls. onjo, hroryeong, and jimin cower in fear, their eyes fixed on cheongsan's battered form. joonyeong, still recovering from his earlier injury, struggles to get up, his face etched with worry.

the group's efforts to stop gwinam have been met with brutal force, and it's clear he won't stop until he's asserted his dominance. suhyeok, still nursing his injuries, looks on with a mix of anger and helplessness. gwinam's gaze sweeps across the rooftop, his eyes lingering on each of them before settling on cheongsan's prone form. his smirk grows wider, his chest heaving with excitement.

as he stalks toward cheongsan once more you walk over and block his path. you stand frozen, the hammer trembling in your hand as gwinam's words cut deep. “look who it is,” his bored tone and scoffing gaze make you feel insignificant, and for a moment, you doubt your ability to confront him. gwinam's eyes linger on the hammer, his expression unimpressed. "you think that little thing can hurt me?" he sneers, his voice dripping with contempt.

your mind races, fear threatening to overwhelm you. you try to steel yourself, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. but your body betrays you, shaking uncontrollably as gwinam's gaze pierces through you. "shut your mouth, you gopher." the others watch in silence, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. they can see your fear, your hesitation, and it's clear that gwinam senses it too. his words echo in your mind, "i thought you would've killed yourself by now." the hurt and shame wash over you, making your grip on the hammer falter. gwinam takes a step closer, his eyes glinting with amusement. "you know who i am," he repeats, his voice low and menacing. “so why dont you crawl back into that hole you came out of, faggot!”

your heart screams at you to run, to escape the terror that stands before you. but your legs won't move, rooted to the spot as gwinam's gaze holds you captive. suhyeok's sudden attack catches gwinam off guard, the wooden plank cracking against his back as he lunges towards you. gwinam spins around, his eyes narrowing as suhyeok throws a punch that he effortlessly dodges.

but gwinam quickly gains the upper hand, his hand closing around suhyeok's throat like a vice. suhyeok's eyes widen as he tries to break free, but gwinam's grip only tightens. suhyeok's coughing and gasping grows more desperate, his face turning red as he struggles for air. you watch in horror, your mind frozen in shock.

but then, without knowing, you're sprinting towards gwinam, the hammer still clutched in your hand. your heart races, your breath comes in ragged gasps, as you launch yourself at gwinam. time seems to slow as you cover the distance, your eyes fixed on gwinam's head, twisted in a snarl. suhyeok's struggles grow weaker, his eyes pleading for help. you raise the hammer, ready to strike, as gwinam's gaze flicks towards you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. but he doesn't release suhyeok, his grip remaining unyielding. you swing the hammer with all your might, the back of it striking gwinam's neck with a sickening crunch. you feel a surge of adrenaline as the hammer pierces his skin, and gwinam's eyes widen in surprise.

he releases suhyeok, who collapses to the ground, gasping for air. gwinam turns towards you, his face twisted in a snarl, and pulls the hammer out of his neck. he raises it, ready to strike, but namra appears out of nowhere, pushing you behind her. with a fierce determination, namra swings a wooden stick, engulfed in flames, at gwinam. he tries to defend himself, but the stick connects, sending him stumbling backward. namra falls to the ground, but she's far from defeated. with a fierce cry, she crawls towards gwinam, the leftover piece of wood still clutched in her hand. she plunges it into his leg, piercing his skin and causing him to cry out in pain.

gwinam's eyes widen in shock as he drops the hammer, momentarily stunned. you seize the opportunity, quickly picking up the hammer as gwinam's gaze is diverted. namra's bravery has given you a chance to counterattack, but gwinam's anger and pain make him even more dangerous. you grip the hammer tightly, ready for the next move.

gwinam's face contorts in rage as he tries to stab namra with the wooden stick, but she refuses to let go of his arm. despite his kicks, punches, and shoves, her grip remains unyielding.

"let go!" he yells, his voice echoing across the rooftop, but namra's determination only grows stronger. gwinam's attention is focused on namra, his anger and pain clouding his judgment. he sniffs towards her, his senses heightened, and for a moment, he's distracted. you see your chance, hammer at the ready, and take a step forward. but jimin's voice holds you back, "don't, y/n! he's too strong!" you glance back, seeing jimin's worried expression, and hesitate. that's when namra seizes the opportunity, grabbing gwinam's hair and sending him tumbling towards the edge of the rooftop.

suhyeok rushes forward, trying to grab gwinam as he struggles to get up, but gwinam's newfound strength is too much. with a swift motion, he chokes suhyeok, holding him over the edge of the rooftop, half his body hanging precariously in the air. the scene is chaotic, with everyone frozen in shock. gwinam's eyes gleam with a malevolent intensity, his grip on suhyeok's throat unyielding.

you sprint towards suhyeok, namra by your side, and together you grab gwinam's arms, pulling with all your might. gwinam's grip on suhyeok's throat falters, and with a collective heave, you both send him tumbling over the edge of the rooftop. time seems to slow as gwinam falls, his body plummeting seven floors down. you grab suhyeok's sleeve, pulling him towards you, and peer over the edge, watching in horror as gwinam hits the ground with a sickening thud. the sound echoes up, a haunting reminder of the violence that's unfolded. you feel a shiver run down your spine as you pull suhyeok closer, ensuring he's safe. namra stands beside you, her chest heaving, her eyes fixed on the spot where gwinam fell. the rooftop is silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of those around you.

you glance around, taking stock of the group. suhyeok's shaken, but alive. namra's eyes gleam with a fierce determination. jimin and the others look on, their faces etched with shock and fear. suhyeok's gaze falls upon you, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of gratitude and relief. he looks like he's seen a ghost, his face pale and shaken. "thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the wind. you feel a lump form in your throat as you nod, still trying to process the events that just transpired. suhyeok's eyes seem to bore into your soul, as if searching for something more.

his expression softens, his eyes filling with concern as he takes in your trembling form. he gently pries his sleeve from your grasp, but instead of letting go, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "hey, it's okay," he whispers, his voice soothing. "its safe now."

your eyes well up with tears as you bury your face in his shoulder, the visual of your past trauma still haunting you. suhyeok's grip tightens, holding you securely as you shake uncontrollably. the memory of being huddled in that corner, helpless and scared, comes flooding back. but just like this time, you're not alone. suhyeok's presence anchors you, his warmth and comfort a beacon of hope. namra and the others give you space, their concerned glances a reminder that you're surrounded by people who care. but in this moment, it's suhyeok's embrace that holds you together. "i'm here, he’s gone," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. your tears soak into his shoulder as you cling to him, the fear and adrenaline slowly giving way to a sense of safety and security.

its been a few minutes as you cry, suhyeok's grip only tightens, his arm a steady presence around you. he doesn't try to shush you or tell you to stop, he just holds you, letting you release all the pent-up emotions. slowly, your sobs subside, replaced by shaky breaths. you just lean your head against his chest, as he swayed slightly while holding you. his cheek on your head, as you closed your eyes. suhyeok uses his thumb to wipe your tears, he tilts your chin upwards, his eyes never leaving yours. "better?" he asks softly, his voice gentle. you nod, still sniffling, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. suhyeok smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "good." the word sent a shiver down your spine.

suhyeok nods, his arm still around you. "let's go." the group begins to move back towards the fire, suhyeok guiding you with a gentle hand on your back. as you walk, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. you're not alone, and you're safe. but the memory of gwinam's twisted smile and the sound of his body hitting the ground will haunt you for a long time to come.

the group makes their way to the fire pit, the warm glow of the flames a welcoming respite from the chaos that unfolded. suhyeok guides you to a seat, his hand still on your back, before sitting down beside you. namra takes a spot on the other side, her eyes scanning the group as if checking for injuries. jimin and the others settle in, their faces somber, still processing the events on the rooftop.

the fire crackles, casting flickering shadows on the surrounding walls. the warmth seeps into your bones, calming your still-frayed nerves. suhyeok puts his arm around you again, pulling you close. "we're safe now," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. you nod, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. namra hands you a steaming cup of tea, which you take gratefully, the warmth spreading through your hands.

as you sit there, surrounded by the people who just helped you survive a nightmare, you feel a sense of belonging. you're not alone, and you're safe.

you bite your bottom lip, trying to distract yourself from the haunting memories of gwinam's words. but they linger, echoing in your mind like a cruel mantra. as you lean into suhyeok, he wraps his arm tighter around you, offering a comforting presence. the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his arm help calm your racing thoughts. around you, the others tend to their wounds, their groans and winces a reminder of the battle you all endured.

the group's quiet determination and suhyeok's reassuring presence help calm your nerves. but the memories of gwinam's twisted smile and words still linger, waiting to pounce on your fragile peace of mind.

“what was with that gwinam kid?” joonyeong's question hangs in the air, and cheongsan's response only adds to the mystery. "he turned into something totally different," cheongsan repeats, his eyes clouded with concern. you nod in agreement, still trying to process the events on the rooftop. as you move away from suhyeok, he lets you go, but his eyes remain on you, checking for any signs of distress.

you attempt to remove your arm from the vest sling, wincing slightly as you move it. but to your surprise, the pain has subsided, replaced by a dull soreness. you flex your arm, testing its range of motion. "be careful," suhyeok warns, his voice low. "you don't want to mess it up more"

you nod, still moving your arm cautiously. the others watch, their faces etched with concern. "what happened to gwinam?" wujin asks, his voice laced with frustration. "he was always a bit off, but...that was something else." suhyeok shakes his head. "i don't know, but i dont think he can die." the group falls silent, lost in their own thoughts. you continue to move your arm, testing its limits, while suhyeok keeps a watchful eye on you.

namra's voice cuts through the silence, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "did you hear that?" she asks, her gaze darting around the group. you follow her lead, scanning the surroundings, but there's no sign of movement. hroryeong's confusion is palpable as he asks, "what? is it someone?"

namra's eyes narrow, her thoughts racing, but she says nothing. cheongsan chimes in, "i don't see anything," his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. but then, he freezes, his feet shuffling restlessly as he prepares to stand. "wait a sec... i hear... i think i hear a helicopter," he says, his voice low and uncertain. the group's attention snaps to where cheongsan is looking, their faces filled with disbelief. "what?" suhyeok asks, incredulous. but then, you hear it too - the unmistakable whir of rotor blades. "holy shit, there is one," you exclaim, wincing as you stand up, your sore arm protesting the movement.

a massive black helicopter thunders over the vast river encircling the school, its rotors churning the air as it hurtles closer and closer. cheongsan's voice rings out, urgent and clear: "fire! use the fire!" the group springs into action, scrambling to gather pieces of wood to signal the helicopter. anxiety and relief swirl together in a dizzying mix as they frantically wave their makeshift torches.

as the helicopter bears down on them, its intentions unclear, you whisper a fervent prayer: "oh, thank you god." with your uninjured arm, you wave wildly, hoping against hope that they'll be seen, that help will finally arrive. the helicopter's roar grows louder, its shadow looming larger, and it seems to be heading straight for them - a behemoth of metal and wire, bringing with it the promise of rescue.

in an instant, the helicopter's spotlight slashes through the darkness, bathing the rooftop in a blinding glare. everyone shields their eyes, momentarily disoriented by the intense light. as the helicopter draws closer, the wind whips up, sending hair flying and eyes squinting against the gale. thankfully, it hovers above the roof, its spotlight still fixed on the group.

you turn to check on namra, only to see her clutching her ears and wincing in pain. a jolt of fear hits you - they might discover her secret, her bite. you rush to warn her, but your words are lost in the chaos. the group is shouting, hands raised in defense, as two men in black military gear emerge from the helicopter, guns trained on the rooftop. confusion etches your face as you freeze, unsure of what's happening. before you can react, two more men descend from the helicopter, their movements swift and synchronized. and then, without warning, the helicopter banks away, leaving the group stunned and vulnerable, surrounded by armed men in black.

"wait..." you trail off, turning to face the four men who tower over you, their eyes burning with an air of command. their guns are poised, fingers hovering over triggers, ready to unleash a deadly storm at a moment's notice. "sir, can you help us?" daesu ventures, his voice barely above a whisper, but it's met with a curt, stern response: "get on the ground! now!" the group exchanges startled glances, uncertainty etched on every face. then, slowly, they begin to lower themselves to the ground, their movements hesitant and fearful. the men in black loom over them, their guns unwavering, as the rooftop seems to shrink, becoming a tiny, precarious stage in a high-stakes drama.

you cautiously lay down, careful not to exacerbate your injured arm, keeping it at your side while resting the other beside your head. fear of further damage holds you back from moving it. the man's voice cuts through the tension, his words sparse and clipped: "high school roof. 10 survivors confirmed." it's clear he's reporting to someone, following orders from an unseen presence. your gaze drifts to the man beside him, who produces a device and begins scanning hroryeong's head. "checking for temperatures now," he announces, his voice directed at the walkie-talkie in his hand. a shiver runs down your spine as you wonder what they're searching for. you glance to your left, where namra lies beside you, her eyes wide with fear. you try to whisper to her, but suhyeok's urgent voice on your right side drowns out your words, calling your name with a mix of desperation and concern.

you turn to suhyeok, "what is it?" you ask, sensing the urgency in his voice. his nervous gaze locks onto yours, "the helicopter left. i don't think they're here to save us..." he trails off, his words laced with a growing unease.

your attention snaps back to the men, who are methodically working their way down the line, their devices at the ready. a spark of desperation ignites within you. "grab something," you whisper to suhyeok, your eyes scanning the rooftop for anything that can be used as a weapon. suhyeok's bewildered expression makes you realize the recklessness of your plan, but you press on, your voice barely audible. "if they find out about namra, they'll kill her. if he tries anything, i'll jump on him and you hit the guy next to you, put him in a choke hold." but suhyeok's incredulous reaction cuts you off, his lips curling in disgust. "what the...y/n, listen to me. these guys are trained and have guns. you wanna just die off a stupid plan?" he hisses, anger and fear warring in his voice.

you ignore suhyeok's protest, your focus fixed on namra, who's now the next in line for the device-wielding man. your heart races, anticipating the worst.

"do me first," you blurt out, trying to divert attention from namra. the man pauses, his gaze narrowing as he takes in your awkward demeanor. "i'm just... really cold, right now," you stutter, "so i just need you to... uh, know that." your words trail off as the group's eyes flicker towards you, their expressions a mix of confusion and suspicion. it's clear you're trying to cover for namra, but your excuse falls flat.

the man's response is curt and unyielding: "we will reach everyone and take their temperatures accordingly." he turns back to namra, the device poised over her forehead. you silently curse, your mind racing for a solution. your gaze darts around the rooftop, desperate for anything that can be used as a weapon. your eyes land on a piece of metal near your feet, and you slowly extend your toe, trying to hook it and drag it towards you. but the metal scrapes against the rooftop, the sound echoing through the tense silence.

it's too late, the man's voice cuts through the air, "below average temperature. providing a warming blanket." he says matter-of-factly, as the guy beside suhyeok hands over a tinfoil-like fabric, wrapping it around namra's shivering form. you exhale a silent sigh of relief, grateful for the distraction.

then, it's your turn. the man takes your temperature, and you wait anxiously for the beep. when it sounds, he reads the result, his expression unreadable. "higher than average temperature," he announces, his words sparking confusion. suhyeok's voice rises in concern, "what?" but the man's gaze remains fixed on you, his silence unnerving.

your breathing quickens as he exchanges a weighted glance with his partner, then looks at the smoldering fire. his eyes narrow, as if piecing together a puzzle. "one was sitting too close to the fire, should reach average temperature in an hour," he states, his voice detached. "one has hypothermia, and the rest are normal." with that, he rises from his kneeling position, and all four men retreat to the other side of the roof, leaving you with more questions than answers.

"we'll rescue after the mission is complete, over," the man's voice crackles through the walkie-talkie, his words laced with a sense of detachment. you feel the weight of suhyeok's gaze upon you, and turn to meet his intense stare. "what?" you ask, a hint of defiance creeping into your tone. suhyeok shakes his head, his eyes clouding with a mix of emotions, before he looks away. you sense a deep understanding in his silence, and whisper, "if i was bitten, i know namra would've done the same for me." your words hang in the air, a testament to the bonds of friendship forged in crisis. as you glance upwards, you notice the military men watching you, their expressions unreadable. "you can get up now," the man says, his voice firm but detached. "are you all the only survivors?" he asks, his gaze sweeping the group. cheongsan hesitates before responding, "we don't know."

you take a deep breath, pointing towards the building you last saw the kids in. "i think i saw a group of kids heading that way," you speak up, your voice laced with a mix of hope and trepidation. "but, i'm not sure if they're still..." your words trail off, the unspoken fear hanging in the air like a challenge. the military men seem to understand the unspoken implications, their faces set in determined lines.

jimin steps forward, her voice trembling with urgency, "will you rescue us?" she asks, her eyes pleading for reassurance. the men nod in unison, their faces set in determined lines. "we will," one of them confirms, his voice firm and calm. "so stay here and wait, don't go anywhere," he instructs, his gaze sweeping the group. a collective sigh of relief ripples through the survivors, their tense shoulders easing slightly.

the four men then move with purpose towards the edge of the roof, their movements swift and synchronized. they begin anchoring themselves with thin black ropes, securing them to the rooftop with sturdy knots. the helicopter, now a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky, hovers above, its spotlight casting an intense beam downwards. the men clip themselves to the rope, their harnesses glinting in the light, before beginning their descent into the darkness below.

as they rappel down into one of the classrooms, the silence on the rooftop grows thicker, punctuated only by the creaking of the ropes and the distant hum of the helicopter. you all wait in uncertainty, unsure of what to do next, your eyes fixed on the spot where the men disappeared into the darkness. the minutes tick by, each one stretching out like an eternity, as you wonder what lies ahead.

the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the ropes or the distant hum of the helicopter. you shift your weight, trying to ease the tension in your muscles. namra, still wrapped in the warming blanket, catches your eye, her gaze questioning. you try to reassure her with a nod, but your own doubts linger.

suddenly, the rope attached to the roof jerks, and the sound of muffled voices drifts up from below. the men are communicating with each other, their words indistinguishable but their tone urgent. the rope jerks again, and a figure begins to ascend, hand over hand, towards the rooftop. as the figure emerges into the light, you see it's one of the military men, his face set in a grim expression. he reaches the rooftop and unclips himself from the rope, his eyes scanning the group before locking onto the man in charge. "sir, we've found something," he says, his voice low and serious. "you need to see this."

you look to suhyeok curiously, wondering what the military man could have found that's so urgent. suhyeok's eyes are fixed on the man, his expression unreadable. you nudge him with your elbow, trying to get his attention. he turns to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he raises an eyebrow.

"what?" he mouths silently, his gaze flicking back to the military man. you shrug, equally puzzled. "i dont know," you whisper back, your eyes locked on the scene unfolding before you. the military man is now speaking in hushed tones to his superior, their conversation intense and serious. the rest of the group is watching, their faces filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. suddenly, the superior nods, his expression grim. "alright, let's move out," he says, his voice firm. "we need to get out of here, now." the group exchanges nervous glances, unsure of what's happening or where they're going. suhyeok turns to you, his eyes questioning. "what's going on?" he mouths again. you shake your head, just as unsure. "no idea," you whisper back, "but it can't be good."

the helicopter's rotors grow louder, whipping up a frenzy of wind as it descends closer to the rooftop. the military men spring into action, their movements swift and precise. they rush towards jimin, quickly hooking her up to a harness attached to a winch cable. "what's happening?" jimin asks, her voice laced with fear, as they secure her in place. "we need to get you out of here, now," one of the men responds, his voice firm but reassuring. suhyeok steps forward, his eyes wide with concern. "wait, what about the rest of us?"

the superior turns to him, his expression grim. "we'll get to you, but we need to do it one at a time." the winch cable starts to retract, pulling jimin towards the helicopter. she looks back at the group, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and happiness.

the military men swiftly move to hroryeong, hooking him up to another harness. namra stands frozen, her eyes fixed on the spot where jimin disappeared into the helicopter. you quickly move to her side, standing close to shield her from the military men's attention. you gently take her arm, trying to reassure her without drawing attention. namra's eyes flicker to yours, her gaze filled with fear and uncertainty. you try to offer a comforting smile, but your own anxiety betrays you. as the men finish securing hroryeong, they start to move towards cheongsan. you subtly position yourself to block namra from view, trying to make her blend in with the group. you close your ears, pretending to be affected by the helicopter's noise, hoping to deflect attention from namra's condition. the military men seem to be moving with a sense of urgency, their actions swift and efficient. you wonder what they've found, and why they're prioritizing some of you over others. the uncertainty hangs in the air like a challenge, making your heart race with anticipation.

as suddenly as it started, the military men halt their operations, their movements abrupt and unexplained. they quickly pull jimin back down onto the rooftop, removing the harness and wires from hroryeong. the group exchanges confused glances, unsure of what's happening. "what's going on?" wujin asks, his voice laced with frustration. "why did you stop?"

the military men seem just as perplexed, their faces etched with concern. they confer with each other in hushed tones, their words indistinguishable. the superior turns to the group, his expression grim. "we've received new orders," he announces, his voice firm. "the extraction is aborted. we need to secure the perimeter." the group looks around, bewildered, as the military men swiftly move to form a defensive position around the rooftop. it's clear something has gone terribly wrong, but no one knows what.

namra tugs on your arm, her eyes wide with fear. "what's happening?" she whispers. you shake your head, just as confused. "i don't know," you reply, trying to reassure her. "but we need to stay close." as the military men take up positions, their guns at the ready, the group huddles together, unsure of what's coming next. the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the distant hum of the helicopter, now hovering ominously above the rooftop.

cheongsan steps forward, his voice laced with desperation. "aren't you gonna save us?" he asks, his eyes pleading with the military man. the man's expression remains grim, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the rooftop. "don't move," he barks, his voice firm and commanding. the group exchanges nervous glances, unsure of what's happening. suhyeok takes a step forward, his hands raised in a calming gesture. "hey, what's going on? why can't we leave?"

the man's eyes flicker to suhyeok, his expression unyielding. "i said don't move," he repeats, his hand on his gun. namra tugs on your arm again, her voice barely audible. "what's happening?" you try to reassure her, but your own fear is rising. something's gone wrong, and the military men seem to be preparing for a threat. but what? the silence stretches out, oppressive and heavy, as the group waits with bated breath for some sign of what's to come. the helicopter's hum grows louder, and the wind picks up, whipping hair into a frenzy.

one by one, the military men turn and make their way back to the helicopter, their faces set in grim determination. the group watches in horror as they depart, leaving them stranded on the rooftop. "wait, don't leave us!" joonyeong screams, his voice cracking with desperation. "please, you can't leave us here!" onjo begs, her eyes welling up with tears.

the military men don't look back, their faces resolute. they climb aboard the helicopter, which lifts off into the night sky, leaving the group behind. the rooftop erupts into chaos as everyone starts crying and begging for the military men to return. namra collapses to the ground, her body wracked with sobs. you try to comfort her, but your own tears are flowing freely. "why did they leave us?" hroryeong wails, his voice echoing across the rooftop.

"we're going to die here," jimin moans, her eyes streaming with tears. the group's despair is palpable, their cries and screams filling the night air as they realize they've been abandoned. the helicopter's lights fade into the distance, leaving them alone and vulnerable on the rooftop.

your tears fall freely, but your anger and frustration boil over, and you start pushing the tower of random chairs on the roof. they crash to the ground, the sound echoing through the night air. "you fucking cowards!" you shout, your voice hoarse with emotion. you point at the helicopter, now a tiny speck in the distance. "how could you leave us here?" you scream, your anger and betrayal pouring out. "we trusted you!"

namra looks up at you, her eyes wide with fear. "stop," she whispers. "please stop." but you can't stop. you're consumed by rage and hurt. you kick at the chairs, sending them scattering across the rooftop. "we're going to die here because of you!" you shout at the helicopter, as if the people on board can still hear you. the others watch in shock as you vent your anger. some of them start to cry, while others look away, unable to bear the sight of your despair.

as you finally exhaust yourself, you slump to the ground, surrounded by the scattered chairs. your body shakes with sobs, and your eyes burn from crying. the rooftop is silent, except for the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the helicopter, now almost out of sight.

you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see namra looking at you with concern. "it's okay," she whispers. "someone will come back." you groan with your hand gripping your own hair for dear life, “no ones coming back..”

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Long Cool Woman - Chapter 1

chapter summary: You entered the hunting life against your will, but your father's friend Bobby Singer is there to watch over you (eventual Sam x reader)

wc: 4.1k

cw: spn canon violence, language?, many deaths, fem!reader, reader sustains major injuries

a/n: consider this an origin story. Find the rest of the story here

You woke up to the creak of your door, an inch of light shining across your face. With blurred vision, you jerked up from bed, swinging your fists at the silhouetted man approaching you.

“Hey, hey. It’s me. It’s Sam,” Sam said. He grabbed a hold of your arms and brought them down to your lap. “You’re ok.”

Your eyes adjusted and your breathing slowed. You rested your head on Sam as you caught your breath. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“Same one?”

You nodded against his chest.

Sam swept the damp hair from your forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. “It’s the same as always. Nothing much to it.”

“Well, I’m here if you need me. We’re leaving in thirty, ok?”

“Got it.”

As Sam left your room, you slid out of bed. Your bare feet found the cold cement floor, your steps the only sound to echo against the walls. You grabbed your towel and some clothes and headed out the door toward the shower.

You stayed intentional about the thoughts in your head. As the water splashed against your skin, you took deep breaths. But the silence was haunting. This reoccurring nightmare weighed you down like a shadow, always present in the light, and all-consuming in the darkness. You didn’t want to think about it. You didn’t have the time. You had work to do.

You dried yourself off and dressed in your usual attire. You returned to your room, hung up your towel, and packed some clothes, before heading out the door.

You met the boys in the library. Sam packed books while Dean double-checked that the weapons were all primed and prepared. You sat beside them, your mind wandering.

“We ready?” Dean asked, snapping you from your daze. The two of them already had their duffle bags pulled over their shoulders, with Sam holding yours out toward you.

“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go,” you said. The three of you walked to the garage, packed the things into the Impala, and set out without any further delay. 

You sat in the backseat, flashes of your midnight terrors refusing to fade away. Today would be one of your rough days, you began to realize.

*****

You weren’t always this anxious. Before you met the boys, your life was normal: a mom, a dad, and a little brother. You all were a very tight-knit family. With no extended family, you only had each other. And it was all you needed.

Then the accident happened.

Your family was doing what they always did: travel; this time, to California. The drive was normal. Road trip games, singing, the occasional bickering; everything to be expected when a long straight road was the only view for hours. You were reading when it happened. The car swerved off the road and flipped into the median.

You woke up in the hospital the following morning, choking on the breathing tube in your throat. The stationed nurse pulled the tube out and ran to get the doctor. The nurse returned with the doctor and a man in a flannel shirt and a trucker hat. As the doctor checked your vitals, you couldn’t help but notice the man sitting in the back. He wore a look of guilt, almost refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Sorry—” you interrupted, “—who are you?”

Your voice didn’t feel like your own. It was hoarse and pained you to use, but you needed to know.

The doctor stopped and stepped back. All eyes were on the man now. He took a breath and stood up, slowly approaching you.

“I’m Bobby,” he said. His voice was gruff, but his eyes stayed soft and sincere. “I—I used to be a friend of your father’s.”

He removed his hat, releasing his frizzy, gray hair. His hands fiddled with the rim of his hat. He looked down again.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

You watched the man crumble his hat and look up at the doctor.

The doctor spoke first. “I’m very sorry, but your family didn’t survive the accident. We did everything we could. I’m sorry.”

“I—” The words were not registering. “That’s impossible. What does that mean? I—I—you don’t know what you’re talking about.” You felt yourself getting angry as tears formed in your eyes. “No, no, no. You’re lying. You’re lying!”

The dam broke, and you sobbed into your hands. The doctor and Bobby stood by your side as you cried. You cried and cried, the only sound filling the room. You felt your lungs getting tighter and your breaths shorter. You began panicking, thoughts and fears flooding your mind, and a single memory: black eyes.

The doctor soothed you down and gave you a sleeping pill to rest. You woke again to Bobby asleep in the chair you had met him in. The pain from the accident began to kick in. You felt weak and tired. So tired. You let out a feeble cough, accidentally stirring Bobby.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Nonsense.” He stood up and dragged the chair to your bedside. “How’re you feelin’, kiddo?”

“Why are you here?”

He sighed. “I’m here to take you home. I mean to my neck of the woods. When you’re ready of course. I don’t mean to startle you. I know we haven’t met, but your dad asked me to be guardian in case. And I know you’ll be 18 soon, so it doesn’t have to be long, but you’re not completely alone, ok?”

It was a lot to take in. And yet, a wave of peace washed over you as you listened to him. You couldn’t explain it, but you could tell he was good. And if your dad believed in Bobby, you were willing to give him a chance, too.

For the next few days, Bobby came by to sit with you, watching daytime television and pushing you in a wheelchair for little walks. Bobby wasn’t one to talk, which you appreciated. You didn’t want to talk, but he was always there.

Then it was finally time to leave. You were a little nervous, not ready to leave, and not ready to admit they were gone. Bobby helped you into his pickup truck, and with a deep breath from you both, you headed to your new home.

Bobby pulled up to a dirt road with an archway that said “Singer Auto Salvage” in mismatched metallic letters. Hundreds of beat-up cars littered each side of the road, some with more hope than others. He parked next to a ragged, wooden house with siding peeling down and the roof slightly caving in.

“Home, sweet home,” he muttered. “I know it’s not much, but it has cable and Wi-Fi.”

You gave a small smile, and the two of you walked in.

The inside wasn’t much better than the outside, but it had the necessities: a couch, an armchair, and a TV. In the next room, hundreds if not thousands of books lined the walls, with paper disorganized along the floor. Some had pictures you had never seen, but you were too exhausted to care.

Bobby led you to the kitchen and pulled a chair out for you. He opened the fridge and placed a sandwich in front of you.

“Dig in,” he said with a smile on his face. You gladly accepted, suddenly realizing how hungry you were.

When you finished eating, Bobby jumped up from the table. “You wanna see your room, now?”

You nodded. You followed him up the stairs and down a hallway. “Here we are.”

He opened the door. Inside were things from your old room. Your books sat on top of a wooden desk, and your clothes hung nicely in the wardrobe in the corner. The bed had clean sheets, a quilt on top, and a blanket neatly folded at the edge of the bed.

“You did this for me?” you asked.

“Just wanted you to feel comfortable is all.”

You wandered around your new room, in awe of everything he put together for you.

“I’ll let you be, now. Just know I’m the room across from yours if you need anything, but I’m usually in my chair downstairs.” He chuckled. “Oh, and the bathroom’s on the right, so, there you go.”

You circled around and hugged Bobby. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You got it, kiddo.”

You didn’t return to school. You ached for weeks after the accident, usually sleeping the day away. You’d wake up to a knock on your door as the sun set, a sandwich usually behind it.

The nights were worse. Images of your family haunted your dreams. You couldn’t help but replay the crash over and over in your mind. But, truly, the one thing you couldn’t shake: the memory of black eyes. You couldn’t figure out why you kept seeing them. Everything happened so fast. It must have been a dream. You were disoriented. But the feeling of dread never rescinded from your body.

Two months had passed, and you had healed. You felt comfortable enough to walk downstairs and sit with Bobby while he watched TV. Rarely a word was spoken between the two of you. You sat comfortably in the silence. There was no pressure, no expectation to perform for Bobby. With the weight lifted, you felt safe to speak.

“Have you –” you cleared your throat. “Have you always lived alone?”

Bobby chuckled. “I figured you’d wanna know about me sooner or later. I used to have a wife. Prettiest girl, she was.”

“What was she like?”

“Oh, my girl? Aw, I don’t wanna bore you.”

You positioned yourself on the couch to face Bobby, folding your legs up to your chest.

“Oh, man. Well, she had a smile that could change lives. A flash of her smile could put any heart at ease. And she had a laugh that was like music spreading from room to room. She’d cackle, you know, at the littlest things. And you’d be silly not to join in. She was captivating that way.

“You’d know she was home, too. I’d walk in from work, and she’d just be humming. She would hum all the time, melodies that I’d never heard and never cared to investigate. It was how I knew she was in a good mood.

“Oh, and she’d bake. Pies of all kinds. We got an apple tree in the yard, so I guess that was most common. And fine by me. She’d fret about having too much of this and not enough that, but each slice was sent from heaven itself. We’d have all these pies just lyin’ around, and since it was just the two of us, they couldn’t all be eaten.”

“Did you guys ever want kids?” you asked.

The nostalgic look on Bobby’s face turned to one of longing. “Wasn’t in the cards for us, I suppose. But I know, she woulda loved having you here.”

You shared a small smile.

A knock interrupted the serenity of the conversation. Again, Bobby’s eyes changed. “Upstairs. Now.”

Without a second thought, you obeyed. You practically jogged up the steps and closed your door behind you, your lungs stretching for air. You sat in your bed motionless until you heard footsteps nearing your door. Then a knock.

“All clear,” Bobby said. “Come out if you’re ready.” His voice returned to his soft demeanor, an abrupt switch from before.

You returned downstairs where Bobby greeted you with a sandwich.

Over the next few months, the two of you grew fond of each other. More conversations took place, and a rhythm developed. Meals together by the TV became a tradition, and you felt yourself smiling more. You felt like a person again. You were beginning to sleep again, the thoughts and fears pushed to the back of your mind.

But then someone would knock again. You’d be sent to your room in a hurry, not a sound to be heard from you. Sometimes, you’d press your ear to the door or the floorboards. Sometimes, you heard other men talking and thuds on the floor. Sometimes, there was anger. Sometimes, there were sounds that you had never heard before. But there was always silence at the end. Always an emptiness that crawled its way up to the second floor. It always sent chills up your spine. And there was always a knock on your door to inform you that “the coast is clear”.

It was your 18th birthday, something you didn’t want to make a fuss over, but Bobby remembered anyway. He surprised you with bacon and eggs for breakfast and a gift bag on the table.

“Bobby, why’d you—”

“Eighteen! It’s a big day! Open it up! Open it!” He pushed the bag closer.

You lifted the paper out and felt around for the gift. You pulled out a picture frame of you and Bobby in his truck that you had taken on his phone.

“Maybe I’m just sentimental, but I thought it was a nice picture of us, so I got it framed. I hope that’s alright.” Bobby’s face turned red at his words.

“I love it.” You beamed. “Thank you.”

You reached out and hugged Bobby. He tensed at the touch, eventually relaxing into it.

“Alright, kiddo, eat up. I got some movies lined up I think you’ll like. I have one more surprise for later.”

You had settled into the couch, trying to follow along to The Caine Mutiny, when someone knocked. You knew the drill, but your heart pounded just as quickly as every other time. You ran upstairs before Bobby could say a word.

You found yourself tearing up. You hated when these days happened. It was your day. It terrified you to think what could be taking place on the floor beneath you. You sulked in your room. But something in your soul told you to peek this time. You tried to fight it; you really did. But you should have fought harder.

With the utmost grace and care, you opened the door. The voices were more distinct now. Three new men had entered the house, all yelling – almost screaming – over each other. You snuck over to the top of the steps, trekking down with caution. You saw Bobby leaning on his wall of books, frantically flipping through pages. A young man read aloud from another book, reciting something you were sure wasn’t English. In the center of the room sat a man tied to a chair, screaming up at a fourth young man, who threatened the man in the chair in return.

A shudder ran down your spine. You shook your head in disbelief at what you were seeing. For a moment, you saw something you had repressed all those months ago. The man in the chair’s eyes flickered black. You began to panic. The back door was directly to your right. You knew whatever was happening was going to happen to you next. You had to get out.

In a mad dash, you sprinted for the door. You didn’t wait for it to slam behind you as you ran with no destination in mind. All you knew was that you couldn’t stay there.

You found the main road and withered to a walk. Tears welled in your eyes. You liked Bobby. You had grown to trust him. But it looked like you had to care for yourself, now. Some birthday.

The rain fell without a warning. The setting sky and your soaked skin forced chills from you, your teeth chattering uncontrollably. Tears joined the rain, your heart breaking in grief again. You felt more alone than your mind could fully comprehend.

The first car you had seen in miles pulled up behind you, Bobby’s old pickup truck.

“Please, get in the car. I’ll explain everything. Just please, you’ll get sick like this!”

“Go to hell!” you yelled.

“I know what you saw was crazy. Hell, I still think it’s goddamn insane! But let’s talk!”

“Go. To. Hell.”

Bobby sighed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and his eyebrows furrowed together. He parked his car in the street. “I know you’re scared. I also know you don’t have to listen to me. You’re 18, now. You’re free to go, and I can’t stop you if that’s what you want. I’ve wanted to protect you from this for so long, but I should have known.”

You thought for a moment. “I just have one question.”

“Anything.”

“Did that man in there…did he have black eyes?” You shuddered at your own words.

“You saw them?”

That was all the confirmation you needed for your world to cave in. You stumbled off the pavement, desperate to find balance.

“Y/N?”

You worked your way over to the truck, determined to know the truth once and for all.

“What do you know about black eyes?”

“Always straight to it,” Bobby sighed. “What do you know?”

“I—” You weren’t sure you should continue. You knew you’d sound crazy, but what you’d seen was far crazier. “In the crash, I can’t explain it. I saw black eyes. I can’t trace them. The accident was too fast. But I’ve seen those eyes over and over, Bobby. But it had to be a dream… or a nightmare. It had to be, right?”

Bobby stayed silent as if only to contemplate your words, listening carefully.

“But I saw them again” you continued. “In that guy you tied up. Why was that guy tied up? What haven’t you been telling me?”

Bobby took a deep breath. “It’s time we had a long talk.”

Bobby then told you everything as he drove you back home. Monsters were real. Ghosts, werewolves, and demons, what he and “The Winchesters” were exorcising in the living room earlier. He explained that your dad used to hunt with Bobby but met your mom and left the “hunter life”. Your dad never wanted his family to fall back into this and did everything he could to stop it. But it caught back up with him.

Bobby ushered you back into his home. The silence swelled against the walls, juxtaposing the earlier events. The memories remained, however, flooding your senses and manifesting in chills.

“And I only wanted to protect you like your father’s wishes,” Bobby said as you both walked upstairs to your room. He seemed close to tears, defeated. “I just want you to know that what you saw was real. And I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe if you let me.”

You completely forgot. This was up to you, now. It was your call to make. “I need some time,” you said.

“Of course. I understand. Take all the time you need. I’ll be downstairs.” He stood up and closed the door behind him.

After reflecting on all the information you were given, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were scared out of your mind and didn’t know what to do about it. You needed help. You climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

There you found Bobby attempting to make a pie.

“What’s that for?” you asked.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Bobby’s head hung low. “It’s still your birthday.”

Your gaze softened, your heart relaxing as well. “Can I help?”

Bobby’s eyes brightened. He fought the smile forming on his face. “Go wash your hands.”

The next several years were devoted to learning the trade. You eventually read every book in that house, soaking up all the knowledge you could. There was no more time to waste. You had to be prepared.

Sometimes, the Winchesters would knock their never-expected knock, and you still returned to your room, as nothing good ever happened when the boys arrived. Lately, Bobby took trips with the boys. He never explained why, but he always promised to be back before you knew it. He’d ask Sheriff Mills to drop in on you periodically. If you had to guess, the sheriff was the only other person who knew you were there. It was nice to have another woman around, even if it was just for safety.

On the last trip Bobby left for, the sheriff wasn’t available. You assured him that you would be fine.

“Don’t be an idjit,” Bobby said. And then he left.

Bobby was gone longer than usual. The second week became the third, and you were worried. The third week became a month when the front door finally opened. But it wasn’t Bobby who stepped through.

“Y/N,” you heard one of the Winchesters call out. “It’s the Winchesters. We need to talk.”

You peeked down the steps and found them wandering around the living room. You met them in the hallway, arms crossed over your chest.

“Where’s Bobby?” you asked.

The tall one spoke up first. “I’m Sam, and this is Dean. We don’t have much time, but we’re here to take you somewhere safe.”

“What’s wrong with here? Where’s Bobby?” you repeated.

“Bobby’s dead,” Dean yelled. “Bobby’s dead, and demons are on their way to kill you. We have to go, now!”

Bursting through the ceiling, five demons appeared one by one, surrounding you and the Winchesters in the living room. Sam and Dean pulled out their weapons and guarded you without missing a beat.

“I think you have something that belongs to us,” a demon said with a toothy grin.

“She’s not going anywhere,” said Dean. All of the demons’ eyes flickered black and lunged at the boys.

You ran for the kitchen and hid under the table. You covered your ears. The yelling and screaming were all too much to handle. A set of shoes walked into the kitchen. They kicked the table, causing it to fly into the window behind you like it was weightless. You tried to run, but you were too late. The demon flicked its hand up, and you flew across the room, pinned to the refrigerator.

The demon sauntered over to you, a smirk plastered on their face. “You’ve been MIA for quite some time, you know that?”

You squirmed and twisted, struggling to free yourself from the imaginary hold.

“It’s not personal, babe. It’s just business, I swear.” The demon laughed.

You felt not fear but anger boiling over the surface. You were beginning to put the pieces together. Your family was a job; years of agony and grieving just to be an assignment. And you were the finishing touch. You spit in the demon’s face.

The demon wiped their face and narrowed their eyes. “Alright. Now it’s personal.”

The demon grabbed you by the throat, slamming your head into the wall. You screamed but no sound came out. You couldn’t breathe. Panic consumed you, desperate to recall anything you could from your studies.

“EXORCIZAMUS TE, OMNIS IMMUNDUS SPIRITUS OMNIS SATANICA POTESTAS”

The demon released their grasp, dropping to their knees. They grabbed at their throat like they were choking, longing for air that was suddenly gone.

Sam took over, and more screams echoed throughout the house. You dropped from the wall onto your knees, gasping for air.

The demon caught your wrists and dragged you toward them. You shrieked in pain, the grasp of the demon’s hands burning through your skin.

“Remember these,” the demon said, now clawing into your skin, blood dripping like rain down your arms. Tears ran down your face, but you refused to look away. “I’ll be back for you.”

With Sam reciting the final line of the exorcism, the demon laughed. Then they opened their mouth, black smoke escaping. And like a dense fog, they fell to the ground and burned beneath the floorboards.

Sam and Dean ran into the kitchen. Your heart pounded through your chest. You looked at the open wounds on your arms and felt your vision blur.

“Woah, hey, you’re ok, you’re ok. You’re gonna be fine,” Sam said as he and Dean rushed to your side.

“I don’t feel good,” was all you could say. You felt yourself floating in and out of consciousness, catching moments of “Sam! Water!” and “God, there’s gotta be rags around here somewhere!”

Dean slid behind you and scooped you into his arms, keeping you upright. You rested your head on his chest while Sam tended to your arms to stop the bleeding.

“Sorry, sorry,” you couldn’t help but say.

“You’re fine,” Sam said. “Just stay awake, ok?”

You nodded. You winced at the pressure he put on your arms, tears streaking your face. You didn’t dare look at the work Sam did on you, so you watched him instead. His eyebrows pinched together, focus and urgency his primary expression. Yet, his breathing stayed steady, allowing you to follow suit.

Once you were patched up to Sam’s liking, the two boys helped you to the car. You were sure they were talking to you, but you couldn’t hear them. You could only sit there in shock at what your life had become.

chapter 2

[bravo4iscool]

idk why but i kinda loved this retired!reader and retired!simon (all platonic) thing i blurted out. i just had to write something else for it😭

platonic ghost x reader, just a little blurb, retired!simon, retired!reader, fatherfigure!simon (?), prolly ooc simon, mentions of PTSD and (very very very slightly) hinted torture (only if you squint really hard, i swear), reader is inspired by those house climbing parcour people lol

readers call sign is ‚kid‘ :)

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REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

„How‘s your injury?“ Simon carefully asks when you sit down beside him with a quiet groan. „I don’t think this whole climbing is good for it.“

You frown and look at him. „What injury? I‘m perfectly fine.“ Did he know things you didn‘t?

Now he‘s the one frowning, eying you up and down. „Price told us you were discharged because of reoccurring problems with your knee.“

You stare at him, swallowing. You told Price to tell them the truth… Looks like he didn‘t. Well, fuck. „I…wasn‘t discharged because of injury Simon,“ you tell him, avoiding his gaze and fidgeting with your hands.

That didn‘t help him ease the confusion. „Well, why were you discharged then?“ He straightens up a bit, tilting his head to look into your eyes but you keep avoiding him.

„I…have PTSD. That‘s- that‘s why I‘ve been discharged. They tried to treat it but…but it was nearly impossible. That’s why I—and they—decided to end my military career.“ You took a deep breath, staring at your hands. Now the cat was out of the bag. No way back…

„How long?“

„Operation Jezebel,“ you gulp out, afraid of his reaction. The moment you joined 141 Simon‘s kept an eye on you and made sure you were okay—off and during deployment. He was older, more experienced than you and your Lieutenant. It was natural to make sure you return back home in once piece.

His eyes widen, staring at you in shock. He takes a deep breath and folds his hands in his lap. „Why didn‘t you say anything. That was eight years ago!“

„And I was fresh with the team!“ you argue, trying to hide your shaking hands. „I had just reached my dream, I didn‘t care about my health.“

„You should‘ve said something!“ Simon slightly raises his voice and you feel like your back in the barracks being shouted at by him because you didn‘t listen to his orders.

You throw your hands in the air, jumping up from your seat. „But I didn‘t, okay? I was afraid of being kicked out!“ You turn to stare at him, being hit with a wave of shock when you see his glistening eyes.

Simon doesn‘t say anything for the moment but instead stands up to walk towards you. „You wouldn‘t have been kicked out, Kid,“ he says in a gentle voice you weren’t used to. „I would‘ve made sure of that…“ He doesn‘t wait for your answer, only takes you into his arms and keeps you close.

He hated to say—even think—it but sometimes you reminded him of Tommy… You were like his little sibling…