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Welcome To The Pack Not Like I Needed That Bed

Summary- 10k. Alpha!Steve x You. You go to Steve needing him in just about every sense of the word. You Heat fully hits and there is no controlling it. Bucky and Natasha find out more of Pierces doings. Warnings- Okay guys, shouldn't have to tell you, but Smut. Readers in Heat, really what else can you expect from her and the Alpha? Female Receiving Oral. Two Prompts added for @lielullabye Snow's Five Hundred Challenge- 1. “Toto I got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” 2. There's only one bed- in a cabin.

A/N- Thank You all for the support in this Fic. It's very near and dear to my heart, and just to see the out pour of love for the wolves (im sorry, this chapter doesn't have much of the actual wolves) really makes me all soft. Anyone that notices similarities with @imanuglywombat's series Hungry Like The Wolf, it is similar. We talked about it. :) You all should go check out Laura's piece, it is amazing! Moodboard made by @omega-nicole. Thanks Babes for the lovely Artwork. Thank you for reading everyone and much love from all the wolves. 🐺❤ Happy Howlings!

Chapter Three / Pack Master list

Steve closed the door behind You when you came in, your heavy soft scent washing over him, reminding him of the day you arrived. The day you sat on his bed, and he could only imagine what had happened from there to set off your arousal. The one that had sent him straight into a ice shower raging hard, fuck you smelled so good. This had a touch of that, and it made his cock stir. He could only hope that his sweatpants he yanked on when you first knocked could hide it for now. Turning towards you, you were seated on a chair in the far corner of the room, much like how you sit on the alpine chair out on the deck, having folded up your legs, peeking at him as if you were upset you were disturbing him.

Steve walked, a bit stiffer then usual, and went to sit on the end corner of the bed, facing You. “Y/N, Little One, why are you afraid? I can smell it.”

You fidgeted, picking at your fingers, and he reached over to capture your hands in his before you could do anymore. Apologetic you looked at him, and wrinkled your nose instead. Your emotions so easily played across your face in the dark, Steve suspected you felt less vulnerable in the night, and for that he was grateful. It gave him a better reading on what was going on in your mind, and he issued a reassuring squeeze of his hands on yours.

I got you Little One, We will keep you safe.

His wolf rumbled in agreement <Always, she's ours.> Steve could just feel him aching to wrap around you, pull you in close to tease that look off your face, feel your body press into his with need, just as he was feeling now. You would be safe in the circle of his arms.

You immediately felt your Wolf and you calm down when he touched you, his grasp bringing you back to him, and you uncurled, letting your legs stretch and tiptoes brush into the rug beneath the chair. Opening up to him, in a way it made you proud to see his features softening cause you trusted him. “Nothing more than nightmares, but sleeping alone, well it's not something I've done often. Just having someone nearby...” your eyes lifted to meet his, really hoping he didn't misunderstand what you were saying. Steve just studied you a moment, and moved to a stand, his hand outstretched.

“Come on, let your Alpha take care of you. You have nothing to fear.” He smiled, although his body raged at him to take you, to throw you down and rut into you, cover your body with loving bites, and fill your womb with him so you belonged to him forever. All these desires he was able to control, for now. When you rewarded him with a soft look of relief, and slid your hand into his, pulling you to a stand, the Wolf in him crooned softly with affection seeing you take his hand willingly, and lead you to the bed. You crawled up on it, of course giving Steve a perfect view of the heart shape of your ass in sleep shorts swaying back and forth, that did nothing to help his current issue. Slamming him with tented pants, and deep rumbles from his Wolf, he slid in right behind you.

“Can I touch you Little One?” Steve did his best to keep his voice normal, calm. Not the raging fire to claim you he felt inside of you. When you looked over your shoulder, and scooted back to press against his chest, body fit against his just as his Wolf knew you were meant to. Soft against the hardness of the Alpha, his hand sliding over your waist to press his palm under your shirt against your stomach, and there was a visible sigh from you. For now that made his Wolf content, the beast settling back down, laying his head on his forepaws, bright yellowed eyes shimmering in the darkness of Steves mind.

You could feel Steve settling behind you, when you gave the invitation for his hand to encircle you, you relaxed, all that tension caused earlier in your room seeped away. Your Little Wolf started grooming to calm herself, long licks along her forepaw, and knowing she was no longer crying in your mind made you breath out in relief. Steve was warm against you, his fingers brushing against you with a gentleness you've never experienced in another. You wondered if he could feel the fire licking along your nerves just below your skin. The way his heavy scent of the pines he ran through, and metal that you associated with your Alpha stirred your core. Of course he can, you could feel him firm behind you, nudges against your lower back, this wasn't easier on him then it was on you, and yet... this is exactly what you craved, sinking in closer and letting yourself to slip away in his hold.

It was the sweetest torture for both You and Steve.

Bleary eyed Bucky woke with a moan, rolling to his side and his hand went to his head to press against the fucking temple where he felt sharp pain. Whoever fucking clocked him, got him good. Cursing under his breath as he sat up and looked around, trying to get a bearing of where he was. Looked like a normal room, in a normal house, one small lamp was on nearby. There was a weight around his neck, and his hand dropped to a collar, it was cold to his fingertips with carvings all around it, it left a burnt singe sensation in his nose When he dipped inside his mind, the White Wolf was subdued, chains interlacing around him, tight around his throat that it bit through this thick fur into the skin, muzzled, and held down, the White Wolf couldn't move an inch.

So they were using fucking magic on these wolves, great. Bucky thought as the White Wolf growled, trying to move, which resulted in the chains just tightening more. “Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” Bucky snarked as he tried to feel for a clasp on the physical collar around his neck, and it was no use, it was as smooth around as it was heavy on his neck.

“No Soldier your not in Kansas.” A voice said behind Bucky, and a older man came in, smaller in stature then the two that followed him in, but Alpha... or Alpha like, Bucky couldn't see the physical demeanor that Alphas usually had in this man. But his body language said it, and the way the two larger men were sure to stay back behind him, bringing up behind him like a couple body guards. This must be the wolf Nat had to get past in order to be on the pack territory. “But you are on my territorty. I'm the Alpha of these lands, and I want to know why the “famous” White Wolf was scoping us out. I know your not looking to join.” Pierce snarled at these last words as he sat down, pulling a cigar from his pocket. “Especially not after you killed one of my Trackers.”

“Oh the Tracker on OUR territory? I stayed in No Mans territory, he didnt. Not only did he cross our lines, he entered our Alphas house.”

Pierce cut off the tip of his cigar and lit it, looking over at Bucky after a few inhales. “Your Alpha took something that didn't belong to him. I intend to retrieve her, with interest of course. If I find out he bit her, and she took the fucking bite, I’m going to skin her alive.” He waved a hand over his shoulder and stretched out on the wall were skins Bucky didn't notice before. Various colors and species of shifter. The White Wolf tried fighting his binds all over again, his fur bristling down his back, and roars bursting from him in a rage. Buckys’ face changed to one of horror.

“Thats fucking sick man...”

Pierce gave a wicked grin, blowing cigar smoke in Buckys face as he came closer, the chain holding Bucky tightened and wrapped around his torso quickly by the other men, holding him still. “Is it? They are all animals who couldn't listen to the Alpha, and I can't make a profit, they are added to my collection. Your a handsome fellow, all white, I’ve seen pictures of you. You would make a nice addition. Yet... your wanted by Hydra, and since they have been bugging me for an Alpha Male to do ritual magic, I can’t. That pretty Red Wolf though, Natalie I think she had said. She will look good on my wall.”

This Bucky tried fighting back, break the bonds on the collar, it only resulted in him getting several kicks to the ribs and back. Pierce watched with satisfaction, motioning to Bucky who was once again subdued in pain. “Ship him out to Hydra in a few days, make sure you received the payment at the exchange. And bring my fucking collar back. They can put there own on him.” Bucky got hauled up and dragged away, Pierce going over to the desk, and dialing the phone. “Ahhh yes, the new wolf. Get her situated will you please. Put her in a cell till I can speak with her. ” Settling back in his chair, he went over the stuff they found on Bucky. Particularly his phone. Once he got into it, with a little help from stolen Stark Tech, he was able to go through all his messages, the ones of most interest, Alpha Steve fucking Rogers. Oh he was going to kill that fucker for what he's taken. There also seemed to be some interesting ones from a human, Pierce was sure to jot that info down as well with a smirk.

The next morning Steve woke up slowly, breathing in deeply against the back of your neck and a flex of his arm around you pulled you in tighter against him. Fuck this felt good, his mind was groggy and he grinned against your neck, nuzzling the back of it when he felt his erection press tightly against your back side. Clearly he wasn't thinking straight at the intimate wake up, and his Wolf wasn't going to remind him that Steve was dead set on not getting romantically involved. Steve’s hand traveled up to cup one of your breasts, softly squeezing in his palm, the nipple tight to push for an escape between his fingers. Oh Fuck! His mind cleared and he immediately pulled away from your sleeping form, his whole body throbbing now.

Absolutely fucking not. I'm not taking a sleeping woman as a partner.

<You really think she was sleeping? She felt you, and wanted it. Her arousal spiked as soon as you started to touch her.> Yes Steve had noticed, he just chose to ignore it. But it was enough to have him raging hard. <You humans make everything so fucking difficult.> The Wolf started to push for more control now.

Steve was quick to rush into his bathroom, starting the water to the coldest setting, he didn't even bother looking at himself in the mirror, he knew. The Wolf was right there, ready to take over if Steve gave an ounce of control. Turn animalistic and fuck you right into the mattress until satisfied you belonged to them. Shucking his pants off, he got into the shower and gripped his raging cock, abusing himself to hurry up and cum. His jaw tense to stay as quiet as he could to not disturb you, he came once heavily, making his legs shake at the effort. But it wasn't enough and he sunk to his knees, still one handed and fast, his balls tightening and more thick ropes of cum covered his shower wall, tipping his head back into the freezing cold stream of water.

<This isn't going to solve her problem.> The Large Silver Wolf stretched and sat with his tail wrapping around his paws.

What problem?

When did the fucking wolf get so insightful Steve sighed to himself as he grabbed a towel to dry himself off, not sure what he was going to find in his room.

Trying to breathe through his mouth, Steve could taste your arousal heat as well, making his mouth water and a heavy groan rip through his body, feeling just as he done before the shower. Fucking hell... Pushing open the door with a towel wrapped around his lean hips, his eyes widened to find the bed empty.

You stumbled back into the bedroom, early dawn lighting the room with a brilliance of light and you just shaded your eyes, your reasoning at leaving Steves bed was that you overstepped your boundaries when you found yourself all alone. Plus a deep seated lust started, slicking between your thighs, and you simply couldn't control it. None of it, the ache, the need, how wet your cunt was. How sensitive your skin was and you started to pull off the clothes, trying to get away from the way it was teasing your skin, if only if was calloused fingertips and not fucking cotton. Your body was so sensitive, aching, fucking needing that even the brush of clothing against you was maddening. Your tank to was dropped to the floor and your shorts next, your skin shivered, and was covered in Goosebumps as you curled in on yourself. Your slick already coated your thighs from earlier, and you resisted the urge to touch yourself.

Why is it so bad? It's never been like this before.

The Little Wolf whined, her ears flat as she snapped at nothing in aggitation and ache.

<Why do you think? Your in heat with your Mate, it's going to be stronger then usual. Your body is made for him.> The Little Wolf snarled out with a snap of her jaws. <You two are to stubborn and this is what happens. We're all miserable.>

Another wave made you arch, and bite into the pillows your head were resting on, growling out and crying as the lust filled pain that was shockwaves through your body. Withering against the mattress in an attempt to escape what was unescapable. You never heard or noticed Steve stumbling into your doorway, his hair still wet from his shower as he fisted a hand through it, seeing You twisted up in the sheets. “Y/N!” He growled to get your attention, but your face was buried into the pillows, crying into the feathers that muffled your noises. His gaze flowed down your front, and every muscle was taunt, tense, your thighs clasped together in a locked grip, but even he could see, and smell how hot and slick you were.

<Fuck it Steve, we can't leave her like this.> The Wolf snapped, and it finally broke the man, he couldn’t, wouldn't leave you withering like this burning up. Striding over, he let the towel fall from his body, lithe, muscles rippling at the sight of you withering naked on the guest bed, the sight making his cock twitch, starting the throb into a hard erection. His hands grasped your shoulders to straighten you out, leaving you tear streaked looking up at Steve, panting slightly. “Please Steve, it's never been like this before...” Your eyes are flaring yellow at him, and you reached up to grasp his biceps, arching again with a roll as he hovered over you, seeking contact.

Steve had to get you to calm down, grasping the back of your neck, and his voice took a deeper roll, commanding you to snap back to him. “Y/N, Look at your Alpha.” It didn't pass his notice that you never hesitated this time, your eyes snapping to meet his, your fingers bunch into the muscle of his arms. Steve dropped his nose to slide along your face, huffing deeply as he dragged in your scent, and you went still for him to do so, wanting nothing more then to please your Alpha. Up one side, into your hair, the act made you calm right down, just the occassional shudder rolling through now, soft whimpers and tilting your face to run your nose along his neck, inhaling his scent when he was angled just right and flicking your tongue to take a lap of his skin. Pulling back to look down at you, your eyes still had a subdued yellow look, but calmer, not that wild out of control look.

Rumbling softly in praise, he loosened his hold on you, letting your head ease back down to the pillow. “Easy Little One, It will be okay, I got you.” You nod up at him and he lowers his head to lap his tongue over your lips, and slip between them, stroking his tongue against yours enticing you to meet him, lips pressing and sliding along yours until Steve pulled back to look down at you, moving back enough to admire the rest of you. Fuck you really were beautiful, and in your Heat your whole body responded to the smallest things. Wherever his eyes flowed to, your body would arch for him, rolling. An offering all for him, just the cooler air of him moving back from you was making your nipples pebble, tighten to hard peaks,. Mouthfuls Steve wanted to draw in and suck on them, leave his marks on them, only his pups would would suckle from you. He inhaled sharply to get control of himself again, lifting his eyes back to yours.<Why are you stopping?> His Wolf growled and Steve rested his hand against your hip, snapping at his Wolf to have some patience.

“Better?” He asked as you blinked up at him, the yellow ebbing from your eyes and you nodded. Your hands loosened from his biceps, now just resting there. Steves head dropped to lap lightly against your neck, placing softer bites to keep you calmer, reminders that your Alpha was there to take care of you.

<Not just your Alpha Y/N, your Mate.> Your Little Wolf reminded you softly.

That's why it's so much more intense? It's not just because Im with the Packs Alpha?

Your hands smoothed along his shoulders and down his back, and you hummed softly with content rocking your hips back and forth “Its easier.” You whimper and Steve continues down your collarbone and nipping the tops of your breasts, glancing up. “But?” and you do your best to pay attention, but the needing ache bordering on pain started to build again, rolling your body underneath him, tipping your head back and crying out. “I still need you Steve.” And your fingers tightened in his back, digging into the muscles to hold onto him.

Steve let his hand grasp your hips and slip you further underneath, his knee parting your thigh and rub us against your hot wet core, grinding against you till it registered and you started to rub your slick on him, growling so soft with pleasure at the hardness, the way Steves wet mouth pulled a nipple in, pulling, tugging, slight pinches when his rolls your nipple between his teeth about to release, just to suck back in, dragging his tongue over the sensitive spot that left you moaning and withering underneath him. Flushing bites, that would bruise, moved to the other breast, his hand palming and twisting the peak to keep you right up there.

And Oh it felt so good. You arched right into his touches like they were all you needed, and your legs parted further as he made his way down, one hand still covering a breast, kneeding and palming you, Steve lapped his way down your body, he couldn't get enough of your taste, the way you sounded all urgent for him. Using his shoulders to spread your thighs for him, he couldn't help but bury his nose against your cunt and fill all his senses with such a gift. You were so slick with need, an aching need, that the moment his tongue lapped through your cunt, you cried out his name and arched, your hands fisting into his hair to hold on. “Fuck Steve!”

His large hands clasped around your thighs and tilted you up, the Alpha lapping deeply through the folds, growling in a pleasure that you felt rolling through your core, his tongue filled your entrance, and you clenched around him with a urgent need. But that didn't slow him down, every lick, suck and pull, his hands kneeding into your thighs, till he let his fingers get greedily swallowed into your channel, lifting his head to watch you as he fingers pumped you to stretch around him. “Just like that Little One, cum for me, let me clean you up before I fuck you.” Lips teasing your clit, you bucked your hips into his face, the urgent beard scratches for him to gather all he could from your weeping hole on his tongue was enough to make your want to snap. Coming undone, he was sure to wrap his arms around you when your thighs snapped around his head and you arched your upper body, but Steve wasn't letting you go anywhere, blue eyes lifting to see you sink back down, panting with a racing heart. “So beautiful, fuck every inch of you is just perfect.”

Arching to kneel wiping his mouth and chin off best he could, he watched you post orgasm, flushed and heaving chest as you tried to drag in enough air, he fell over you, holding himself up by his hands on either side of your head to kiss you deeply, this time your tongue lapped at him, moaning at the combined tastes of your Alpha and You. When he pulled away, you almost reached to bring him back, but his hands moved on your hips, and he flipped you to your knees, arching your ass into the air. He paused a moment to see pink marks all over your back, breathing in sharply. What the hell happened to you, Little One?

<Are those cuts or bites?> The Wolf alarmed, pacing back and forth with anxiety. Steve pushed him back further in his mind as he turned his attention back to you. You had dipped your back further, and presented yourself to him. Shivering under his hands, and Steve was again struck with how trusting you were of him to take care of you, how fucking breathtaking you were submitting to him. You pulled a pillow in close and went to your elbows. Biting your lip with nerves, and looking over your shoulder at Steve kneeling behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your sides as he kissed down your spine to the base of your lower back. He didn't seem effected by the bites, or notice them.

“Steve?” Your voice was urgent, making him lift his head from where he was lavishing nips to the dimples in your lower back, your ass pressing into his groin, making him want to sink into you, know just how good you would feel tight around his cock as you had been around his tongue and fingers. “Yes Little One?” He rumbled as he lifted his head and leaned forward, kissing on your shoulder, his hand smoothing to settle on your stomach, fingers splayed as if saying 'All Mine'. “You can't bite me, Please... please dont.” His eyes lifted, he had seen all the scars on your back, suspected what they were, but his focus was distracted, your arousal was so enticing, calling him to fill you, love you. “I won't bite you unless we're both ready.” You let your forehead lean against his, and he let his nose nudge against yours before pulling back behind you.

You were stretched before him, just waiting for him, and Steve gripped the base of his cock, letting the thick head slide between your sick folds, watching you tense and relax, he was thick, heavy and throbbing in his hand, he really couldn't remember the last time anyone turned him on this much, and when he started to press into you, your heavy moan slightly muffled in the pillow while your channel clutched around his sliding cock. It was like you were made for him, the way you stretched for him, pressing back to meet him. Hands folding around your hips, fingers digging in as he thrusted his cock in rest of the way to seat deeply inside of your fluttering channel, you twisted your hands into his bedding. “Fuck you feel see good gripping on me Pretty Girl.” He groaned out after a few moments,

With a pull back of his hips, he didn't start anything fast, letting you get accustomed, ready. He shouldn't have though, you were more then ready for him, and you craved that hard pounding fullness. “Harder Steve, Im yours... make me yours.” You pleaded, and Steve hearing you started to move you over his cock, bring you back harder and faster on his thrusting cock. His thighs smacking into your ass, fingers digging into the soft supple skin to the bone, You appreciated every bruising second of it. You cried, sobbed into the pillow, begging for it.

Steve fell over your back, wrapping and arm around your chest and pulling back till you were sitting against his chest, still rolling your hips just as urgently as well as him pounding into you. He dropped laps to your neck, kisses that were harsh and urgent, hand went from palming your breast to grasping around your neck and under your jaw, holding you in place just how he wanted, tilting your head slightly so he could see your face, the drop of the 'O' of your mouth, the way you “Uh yes Steve, uh uh uh” moans that were so fucking needy and perfect, he couldn't help but want to sink his teeth into a growling bite. He settled for pressing his lips against your racing pulse, inhaling against your hot skin smelling of sex and him, growling deeply.

You reached the grab his forearm that was pressing against your chest in his hold, leveraging yourself to pound your aching throbbing cunt harder on his cock, but it was spiraled fast, coils in your stomach threatening to snap and release, you barely registered him growling words in your ear, whatever they were, you just nodded to them, and then snapped a final time down into his lap. Tipping back into his chest, and your head on his shoulder, feeling your body shoot off the best orgasm, it clouded your mind, getting lost into it. Steve kept a tight hold, still pounding out his own following orgasm, that when he did fall over that edge, leaving hot streams of cum filling you, his thrusts trying to bury himself into the womb, you just couldn't anymore, couldn't stay up. You both crashed heavily into the bed.

So heavy, that the box spring underneath collapsed beneath the two of you, sending the mattress busted onto the floor, Steve pinning you between the broken bed and himself, his knot so fucking thick, you thought you were going to split, but you revealed at the feeling of being so full of him. His panting against your neck changed to a warning growl against your ear. “Don’t Move Y/N.” You shook your head, and twisted it to the side, the two of you laying there, Steve pressed open kisses to your neck and shoulder, mummering against the skin. “So fucking good Little One, I promise to clean you up afterwards and take you to bed.”

You chuckled softly, wanting to stretch, reveal in the orgasm, but Steves cock was still buried deep, throbbing. You knew that it made his orgasm longer, the knotting. And when you flexed slightly, he growled again at you, biting the curve between shoulder and neck, holding you still once more. Nothing hard enough to break skin, but enough for him to ride out the sensation and make you behave. Finally it started to go back to normal. With a groan, Steve pulled away and you rolled to your back, finally stretching out. He looked down at you with a chuckle, and leaned down enough to slide arms underneath you and bridal style, picked you up. Your arm locked around his neck for support and looked down at the bed, turning red.

“Uhh, I’m sorry we broke your bed Steve.” You apologized, looking nervously at him. Steve as well looked at the bed, and shrugged his shoulders before turning away, heading to his bedroom. “Dont worry about it, it was useless in that room anyways. Now I have an excuse to get rid of it.” He said as if it was no big deal, which it wasn’t. He only had that room set up per his ex's request. Where one of them would on occasion sleep when it got really bad between them. He always hated having that room there, now You gave him the perfect opportunity to change it. Careful as he lowered you to the bed you had left earlier, he couldn't help but think to himself You look better in here...

<Exactly where she is meant to be.> The Silver Wolf yawned, one of those wide jaw, tongue curling yawns, that showed how content he was.

Already you were getting sleepy on Steve, he could see it. As quickly as he could, he got a warm wet cloth and eased if between your thighs, over the lower part of your stomach, cleaning himself as well, he tossed the cloth and eased onto the bed, stretching out beside you. As you curled in closer, he let his hand rest on your hip, waiting for you to fall asleep. He wanted to get a closer look at those old scars on your back. Steve was rewarded a couple hours later, when you shifted from your back to your stomach. Asleep himself, the Wolf growled to get his attention, making him stir, his arm loped loosely around your hip when the pacing Wolf woke hip up more, finally coming into a closed eye’d and aware.

You were stretched out on your stomach, Steve could hear your soft breathing signaling you were asleep, and he breathed in deeply, the smell of you two and sex a heavy welcome one, settling warmth and satisfaction to rest in his mind. Both him and the Wolf were content having there mate in the bed, no longer aching in need, when the urge came again, he would be ready. Steve moved away from you a bit to sit up, able now to get a proper look that he wasn't completely focused on one thing. His eyes widened and a snap of his teeth were the best he could do to control the rage that rattled through him.

They are fucking bite marks.... all of them. Steve growled sharply in anger and disbelief as his fingers traced over one that was particularly large and deep. The pink skin of the scar slightly raised and shiny. His palm smoothed along your back, his brow pulling together further to wrinkle at all the marks they had inflicted on you. All the times another Wolf tried to subdued and claim you as their own. No wolf willingly let's themselves get bitten that many times, go through the attempted bonding. No wonder you told him not to bite you, even through your Heat, when you would crave it the most. Steve’s eyes roamed down your back and they stopped just in your lower back area. The rage that rolled through him made him stiffen and clench his jaw from saying anything out loud. All of them will pay for this, starting with Pierce. It was hard to reign in his anger, making his throat close and his chest burn at the sight. He wanted blood, for you and who knows how many others had this been done to.

<We will kill him for doing this to her, and all the wolves that left her marked like this.> The Silver Wolf paced back and forth, ready for action, his fur raised along his spine in his anger, muzzle rolled up to show bared fangs just waiting to crush a windpipe, shake his victim till his neck snapped. Any that bit his mate, he wanted to shred them till there was nothing left to piece back together.

When Bucky and Natasha return with the intel, we will certainly be doing something. Council can go fuck themselves, waiting this long to bring Pierce under control.

The Wolf stopped pacing enough to study his mate laying there to make sure you were still at peace. <Will she be able to ever accept our Bite?>

If she doesn't that changes nothing. This is her home, bite or no bite. Besides our scents all over her, no one will doubt who she is with as long as that is what Y/N WANTS. Steve reminded his Wolf firmly.

You never know, things can change when were not all caught up in the moment.

Easier said then done, Steve thought as he let his hand slide along the curve of your side to where your hips flared out, and sure enough light bruises in the shape of his fingers colored your shin. He knew he should be sorry he left them from where he took you from behind, but he wasn’t. He loved seeing his mark on you somewhere, even one that would fade in time. It made the others seem insignificant. they had no true value, memories of a time that you were no longer subjected to. He had a new purpose, to change every scar left into a new memory, one that wouldn’t remind you of Pierce but of him. If you let him, of course.

Steve knew one thing for sure, Pierce wouldn't ever lay a hand on you again. You stirred under his palm, he could feel you draw in a deep breath of air and release under his touch, turning more into him when you realized he was there, moving from the pillows to lay your head on his sheet covered lap, still half asleep. Steve bit back a smile, suspecting you were still out of it, and this was your Little Wolf he was seeing more of. “Y/n, welcome back Little One.” His hand moved from your back to brush back your hair, see your face better. Your eyes were still firmly closed, and you twisted your face into his knee, rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a groan. Steve still ran his fingers through your hair, and when your eyes spring open, you twist to lay on your back, looking up at him.

“You saw them, didn't you? “ you asked with a bit of hesitation, trying to gauge what he was thinking.

Steve’s head tilted a bit while his fingers were gentle through your hair, and down the back of your neck, giving a gentle brush of fingertips along your neck, as if memorizing the shape of your body. “I did Little One, because of Pierce?” His question was gentle, but it still made your chest tighten, and your Little Wolf crooned softly to comfort your pain.

“They are from all the times he tried to sell me. The seller, would try to initiate the bite, but I just couldn't do it back. At first it was fear, I was pretty young when it started, my first heat at 18, as it went on and he couldn't match me in the pack, that's when he decided to sell me.” You shifted to sit up, reaching for more of the sheet and covering yourself. “It just felt wrong, the others told me to just submit to one, that the bond can be broken later. If my new home didn't work out, I might be able to get away. I thought about it... Just let it happen, and hope it would be better. But I was to much of a coward to take that chance. Better the evil you know and all that.”

Both man and the beast snapped at attention to that, Steve leaned forward and caught your chin in his thumb and forefinger, his eyes seeking to connect to yours when he tipped your face up to look at him. “You are no fucking coward Y/N, what he put you and the others through is enough to end him. This isn't supposed to be a sick deprived thing, this is supposed to be something you carry with you forever.” His forehead leaned against yours, and he inhaled you deeply, drawing in your scent, and your eyes closed in return, doing the same. Once Steve pulled back, he let his hold drop, and was rewarded with a small smile. It was enough to make his Wolf howl in the small victory.

“How about breakfast out on the deck, and we can go say goodbye to Tony and Pepper before they head out?” Steve suggested, wanting to end this on a good note, and when he held his hand out in a offering, you seemed to study him and then his open hand, when you unfolded yourself, and placed your hand in his, once more showing a bit of trust and allowing your Alpha to take care of you.

Pepper packed the overnight bag they used while Tony paced back and forth on the phone. The clipped tone of his voice, and his fast paced stride as he would his way around the cabin Steve offered them, showed his agitation, it made Pepper herself start to get a bit aggravated. She understood The Council, but they set her mate off more then she was okay with. “Steve has a couple of his wolves already assessing the situation. Well what did you expect, he had a victim of Pierces right on his doorstep, Not to mention they came on his territory and into his own home. You can't expect him to just 'sit back and wait.” Pepper zipped the bag and brought it by the door, moving over to Tony and she cut him off from his pacing, her hands sliding up his chest and around the back of his neck. His eyes flickered to her even though he continued speaking. “Yea, I hear you, fine. If that's what you think is best... Oh, uh huh... I'm up in the middle of--” He clicked the phone off and Pepper took it off him, tossing it aside.

“Line went dead, real shitty reception up here.” Tony smirked and Pepper laughed, backing him up to the bed, and making him sit for a moment, her fingers brushing through his hair. “I take it Ross isn't at all happy with what you've told him?” she looked down at him, taking in the bit of stress lines furrowed in his brow. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her hips and shook his head. “No, He doesn’t want Rogers taking off after that pack on his own, no “rogue packs" being viglantes. Unfortunately this will also speed up those Accords the Council has been pushing for.” Pepper dropped her head to kiss his forehead and pulled away, bringing him to a stand. “Your doing your best trying to keep the peace Tony, no one can ask for more.” Tony quirked a smile at his mate, and grabbed there bag, looking around the room. “Ya know, Rogers doesn't have a bad set up here.”

“Mmhhh, and especially now that he has a mate, he's going to root right down.” Pepper added, knowing that Steve’s pack was one they were worried about once the Accords were dropped by the council. Tonys grinned at Peppers words, drawing her in close. “You really think that woman is his partner?” Pepper nodded and went to open the door, holding Tonys hand. “Didnt you see them last night, even when they weren't together, couldn't stop staring at one another, plus his scent is all over her. It's just a matter of time before it happens.”

Tony snorted as they headed towards the car to ditch the bag before going to say goodbye. “I don't know how I feel about you sniffing other wolves.” He tossed the bag in the back and raised his hand in greeting to Steve and You. Pepper slid up against his side, nipping his neck and whispering “You smell much better, does that make it okay?” He didn't have time to answer when Steve and You came up on them, it didn't pass Tony or Peppers notice that you two hovered close to one another, not quite touching, but close. Plus it was hard to miss your Heat, although it wasn't a arousing scent for either of them, just feminine, and soft.

“Rogers, as always a pleasure. Thank you for the lovely accommodations, I was telling Pepper that we should get a similar set up. Maybe on the other side of your lake here.” Tony took a glance over his sunglasses at the lake as if assessing it, and Steve probably turned three shades of white at the idea. “Actually that's Pack Land Tony, I was sure to put it right in the middle of our territory when I expanded.” Pepper rolled her eyes and patted Steves arm. “Kidding Steve, he's only kidding. You know you couldn't get Tony to leave New York.”

“Well maybe if you wanted to live the Malibu life I would Pep. Y/N, dear, Im glad your safe here, and of course if you happen to need anything from us, don't hesitate to call.” Tony wrapped You up in a surprise hug that elicited a growl from Steve and a squeak from you.

<Whats he doing touching our Mate?> The Wolf snapped at the air, ready to go after Tony.

Stop, he's just messing with us. She's fine, see. You embraced him back once you weren't shocked anymore and nodded, thanking him for the offer.

Pepper grabbed Tonys arm and dragged him to the car before he actually set Steve off, an apologetic look over her shoulder. “Steve, your order, will be in next week. Till next time.” She shoved Tony in the car, and Steve instinctly moved closer to you, and you to him, the two of you waving the couple away. Finally after a few moments, you simply remark. “Well they were nice... “ Steve snorts and gives a sideways glance. “Tonys a pain, Pepper is a saint for putting up with him.” Pulling out his phone, he took a look at the time. “I got to get up to the crew, we've already taken a day off.” You frown a bit, and look down. The only reason they missed a day was because the Trackers broke into Steves cabin. Because of you.

Steve caught sight of your frown, the way you pulled back, and immediately slid his fingers along your jawline, tilting your face back up, shaking his head. “Wasnt your fault Little One, I normally shut down the day after our run.” The relief that flooded your eyes made Steve soften, and he couldn't help but place a soft innocent kiss on your lips, rewarded with a flush of pink. His wolf was smug watching the tender moment between you two, but real life called Steve away when his phone started ringing with Sams name flashing. Yes, we gotta get up to the Lot.

<Or stay with our Little One, she is in heat after all.> The Wolf offered a suggestion, both animal and man inhaling your scent, commiting it to memory. His eyes roamed over yours, and your thighs started to clench under his gaze, and teeth would pull at your lower lip. Your arousal once more heavy in the air between you two, and Steve knew that he couldn't leave you alone today, not like this. Maybe it was selfish reasons, as he felt his cock start to harden, but in good concupiscence he couldn't leave you in pain, not when he could help you. “Or... I can stay ?”

When Steve extended his hand, it was hard denying that the fire coursing through your body that was laced with need made it hard not to just throw yourself at the Alpha. He already sated you once, made the urge into a full background ache for at least a little while. But now slick was pooling your cunt, the feeling of clothing was making you on edge, wanting to get them off your skin. You didn't need the clinging cotton all over you. You needed skin to skin burning into you. If you took his hand, would you ever be able to look back, take it all back.

Your Little Wolf nudged you to slide your hand into his. <take it Y/N, He needs you as much as you need him.>

He can have any mate he desires, not one as damaged as me. You stated bitterly to your wolf, and she snarled at you. He knows now Ive been used, and not suitable for the Bite.

Your eyes roamed over Steve momentiarly, and you couldn't see where he needed you, and your Little Wolf, calmed once more, nudges you again. <You can't always see it, the way he held you last night was just as much for him.>

All this happening in the seconds Steve held his hand to yours, and you stepped forward, to let your slip into his, and stepping in closer to him. Your face tilted up to his, and this time it wasn't in sadness, but need and trust. “Thank You Alpha.” Together you two made your way back to his cabin, and this time when he stretched you out on his bed, the only one left now in the cabin, both of you void of clothing, he couldn't help but admire you properly this time, his hands sliding along your sides to trace your curves, kisses flowing up and down your body worshipping till you were wriggling under him with soft pleas, when Steve would surge himself to fill you, there was a collective sigh between you two feeling him stretch you open and tighten around him, rocking together with deep demanding kisses and you tipping back when he told you to, coming completely undone.

Other times it was rough and dominating fucking. Your hands pinned over your head in his own, hard demanding thrusts claiming not just your cunt, but your whole body, pounding it into the soft cotton sheets and feather pillows on the mattress, clashing teeth biting at each other's lips, and tongues, his hand in your hair to rip your head back, Steves licking a long claiming lap up the column to your ear, grunting in it. “Give it to me Little One.” He said in the dying twilight, leaving him in shadows above you, this blue eyes as always demanding your attention, doing the best you could to listen. It was hard when you felt yourself floating in a space that was all pleasure and relief, your fingers curling around his palm keeping you pinned to the mattress, nodding that you would, you would try. You wanted to listen to him, you and your wolf craved to give him what he wanted. But by this point you were so tired, you just wanted to curl into him and sleep, free now of the ache, he sated it, made it shrink away into a distant morning memory. You tipped your head into the pillows, screaming his name while he continued powerful demanding thrusts, your cunt locking around and the last thrust had him swelling inside of you, brimming you with his seed,making you whimper out in relief, and cutching to his chest.

Careful Steve maneuvered both of you so you were straddled against his hips, rubbing your face into his shoulder and he told dragging breaths to ride out the Knotting, keeping you full of him. Your fingers dig slightly into his biceps as you rub your face into his neck, moaning out softly. “Fuck Im so tired.” Your yawning against his skin, and Steve rubs your back, kissing your temple. “Go to sleep Little One, I will be right here for you.” Rumbling softly from his chest, The Wolf settling to stand guard over your sleeping body. Steve can feel you sinking away after he tells you to, your breathing soft against his neck, and the Alpha waits till his own body cooperates, the knot easing down till he was soft again and able to ease you to lay on the bed, your lashes fluttering up for half a second before you shifted to your side, twisting till your back was pressed to him.

Knowing you would be out for a few hours at least till your urges took over once more Steve slid a sheet up to pool around your hips in case you caught chill, and moved to the edge of the bed, picking up his pants to dig out his cell phone from his pocket. Being preoccupied for the day with his mate, he hadn't been able to check on Bucky and Natasha. When he saw no messages from them, his brow furrowed. Glancing over his shoulder to check that you were still sound asleep, he slipped on boxer shorts, and stepped out onto the deck from the door in the bedroom leading to the deck, leaving the door open to let the room fill with the fresh lake air.

I won't be, I know she's got another day or two like this. Remember not to get to attactched... Steve tried gently reminding the Wolf, and the Wolf just snorted in disbelief at this point.

Still frowning as he pulled up texts, he didn't want to risk blowing Buckys cover should he be scouting Pierces lands by making his phone ring with a call.

~Any updates Buck? Haven't heard anything from either you or N all day.~ Hitting send, he set his phone down on the railing, and leaning on his elbows, he looked out over the lake, watching the stars and moon shimmer over the surface. No longer full, it wasn't as bright as usual, but Steve still felt the pull to it. It was hard to believe the run had just been a few nights ago, seeing your sleek form weaving through the trees, yellow eyes reflecting at him playfully in the moonlight. Even after spending a day together in bed exploring all the ways he could make you come undone, Steve missed feeling your warmth press into him.

Turning around, he could see the pale of your bare back in his dark bed, the moonlight lighting up enough to be able to study the curve of your hip just peeking out from under the sheet. Recalling how well you fit in his palms, you crying his name with those sweet pleases, wanting to cum again. The memory made him smile.

Steves breath caught, but fertility was hard among shifters. For some reason, having kids took a long time for mated pairs, so he wasn't to worried, having never gotten pregnant with Alanna, and it wasn't like they didn't try.

I don’t know what you think is going on, but we're not a mated pair. The likelihood I've gotten her pregnant yet is slim.

You heard her... I probably would have if she hadn't specifically asked us not to. Begged us not to . And you saw her back. It's understandable she wouldn't want that, maybe not ever.

That idea made Steves heart ache a little, although he didn't have a strong bond with Alanna, it was still something Steve appreciated, giving there wolves a connection all just for them. Until he severed it, cut Alanna loose from his Wolf. His Wolf recalling the female he once shared his life with, started shaking out his fur to dispel the discomfort she brought up in him, even with the bond, the Alpha Wolf and Alanna’s Wolf fought more then were ever companions, always snapping at each other, rarely sharing affectionate moments in the bond. When they got to physically run together, it wasn't a smooth team, pulling one another up short on accident, the dance wolves did was never smooth with them two. They could never sync up... Unlike him and You on the beach.

No, looking back on it, Steve knew bonding with Alanna was a mistake. Already this little bit he shared with You was different. Before he could get lost further in his thoughts, his phone buzzed with a message from Bucky. ~Alpha, N is with the pack now, and I'm waiting till I can extract her and bring her home.~ Steve read the message, but one part seemed odd, Bucky calling him Alpha. Never in there lives had Bucky called him that. Nicknames or Steve, but never Alpha.

~Alpha? what the hells gotten into you. Stay safe brother.~ Hitting send his brow deepened in an unsettled way when he heard you stirring behind him, holding your hands over your breasts when you came up next to Steve, nudging his shoulder lightly with your nose. “You okay Alpha?” Now hearing you say Alpha stirred him in the right ways, and his face smoothed, cocking a smile at you. “Nothing to worry about Little One, but what are you doing awake?”

“I couldn't sleep, not really. I had an urge... “

“An urge, for what Little One?” Steve questioned although he suspected he knew what she needed from him.

Dropping your sheet to pool around your feet when you went to tiptoes, kissing his cheek and catching Steve by surprise when you grinned up at him. “A swim in the moonlight.” And just as quick as you were standing before him, you werent. Even in your human form you were quick, moving down the stairs to reach the end of the dock. Steve pushed his worries about Bucky out, and followed behind, catching up once you slowed down, and dipped your foot in the water, Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind, and with a loud squeal from you, both tumbled into the water, breaking the pristine still top playing while chasing each other around, swimming further out.

Nothing but the night sky to witness you two catching each other, legs tangling together, arms around each other as you both pressed your lips together in a kiss.

Natasha paced the room, having been stuck in with other wolves for well over a day she was guessing. Once they brought her into the center of there lands, Pierce immediately rounded on her, and they forced her to shift back with threat of an injection. It could wipe out her Wolf if she was given to strong of a dose, immediately recognizing the solution filling the vial.

“Well welcome to my pack.” Pierce had snarled out slightly, going up in the naked woman's face, lewedly sniffing her neck. “Thought you were being slick huh, come infiltrate into our pack. We already got your companion, the White Wolf.” Natashas heart sank knowing they had Bucky, but she gave no inclination of it physically. She didn't have all that training for nothing.

“I don't know what your talking about Sir.”

“Sir, I like that. But Im afraid you do, see I can smell him all over you. Same scent, your packs scent. Your Alphas scent. Although it's not as strong on you. I do like a little defiant bitch. Might just keep you for now. To bad Alpha Steve used you as bait, lost himself a good female.” Pierces hands circled Natashas throat and dragged her to his eye level, searching them for defiance. Natashas wolf was raging to attack him, to get his hands off her, but Natasha kept docile, calm, waiting.

Let them underestimate me. It will be there biggest mistake.

Her Wolf listened, her muscles flexing under her red fur, muzzle rolled just enough to show bared fangs. As soon as Natasha released her, she would rip out anyone's throat.

“Put her with the others, they will give her something to wear.” Pierce finally decided, and that was that. They dragged Natasha, still compliant to a holding area, and shoved her in. The woman immediately growling at the amount of people in the room, lounging around, waiting for something to happen. A few approached her as Natasha searched for a way out with a scan of her eyes. Windows were up high, higher then any of them could jump in either form, and steel wire bared being able to get through, the only door a steel one behind her. Sighing within’ herself, she turned her attention back to the few people coming to greet her, holding out a tank top and shorts.

“Welcome to the Sales Floor.” One girl smiled as she handed over the clothing, Natasha grabbing it, the tank just a touch to small and the shorts a bit to big.

“The what?” She asked and waved a hand over her outfit. “Thanks by the way, Im Natalie.” Giving a fake name just as easily as if she gave her actual name.

“Sales Floor, were all for sale for the right buyer.” The girl held out her hand and Natasha shook it while trying to make a count of people in the room. She had been filled in on your situation a bit before leaving by Steve, and well this just confirmed all that they knew about You. The door clicked behind her, and two oversized men entered, growling at anyone close till everyone scrambled to get out of there way. One wasn't fast enough and the man's hand shot out to clasp around her neck, and the other checked her face, nodding. Without a word, they clasped a collar around her neck, and she immediately complied once it was on, falling to her knees and waiting. Two others were captured the same way, inspected and collared, then all 3 were led out of the room.

“And what was that?!” Natasha asked, the girl, dread sinking into her gut.

“They will be presented to some Alphas for sale. They will inspect them, and if they chose to purchase them, they will issue the bite to claim them. Of course if the bite doesn't work, they can return us. Also Im Kat.” She beckoned Natasha to follow her. “There’s not much to see of The Sales Floor, but let me show you around.”

Natasha felt sickened by all this, seeing all this. We're leaving as soon as possible with as many of them as well can, and find Bucky to.

<The sooner the better> The Red Wolf still coiled and ready, ears flattened and her green eyes shifting back and forth in mistrust at the others. There were at least a good twenty wolves crammed into a small space, danger laced the air with a sour taste.

Natasha followed Kat, learning more and more to bring back to Steve. That was the first night, by the second night, the night Steve and You enjoyed your swim, Natasha had a rough plan in place, just waiting for the right opportunity.

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pumpkin-spice-whump-latte · 5 years ago

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Unfixable: Carlos

I didn’t really understand how fun it was to cut your own character to pieces until I wrote it.

briefly references #17: Stay With Me

might have been what was happening during #18: Muffled Scream, or at least for part of it

tagging @straight-to-the-pain because they inspired me~

content includes: VIVISECTION, descriptive gore, blood, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, noncon touching, passing out, and because I can’t seem to go a few days without it, torture

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Carlos thought at first that someone had set him on fire.

He came to with a sharp, deeply violent burning in his midsection, making him gasp and squirm against the leather straps that held his ankles and wrists. There was nowhere to hide from it though; he couldn’t even curl up on himself. The only thing he could do was look down and see–

See Dr. Tillman cutting into him with a scalpel.

He let out a blood curdling scream, prompting the scientist to glance up from his work with a small smile.

“Ah, good. You’re awake.” The burning Carlos had felt had been his body trying to process the pain of something very sharp opening a bloody, fleshy line through the muscles of his abdomen. It carved it’s way down in a long diagonal line, upper right all the way down to left hip, slicing through layers of skin and muscle. His entire body tried to thrash away from the pain, back arching up as far as it could from the operating table, but the blade always followed him wherever he tried to wiggle. Soon enough the scientist had a hand down against him, forcing him to be still as he finished opening a bloody mouth where there should never have been one.

Carlos tugged at his restraints, panic gripping him and turning his blood to ice. Turning his will to live into something stronger than his common sense, and he would have torn off his own limbs or broken a damn bone if it meant getting away from the horror and pain. But with all that screaming and struggling he only succeeded in getting a gentle hand petting through his hair. Trailing blood along his forehead in little warm, drippy lines.

“Oh, shh. Shh, shhh now. Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. I’m a man of science.” When Carlos met Tillman’s eyes he could see a strange glint behind them. The normally placid, detached blue was glassy, the pupils blown. There was a fire that danced behind those eyes that just made everything feel that much more Wrong.

A dread settled deep within him then. Bigger than the fear. More ancient even than pain.

Then the scientist made another incision, this time in an opposite diagonal line across the first. It made a large X across Carlos’ stomach, and then he couldn’t see those doom-bringer eyes anymore. He couldn’t see anything anymore as he threw his head back and screeched against the pain. This time he was only answered with a low, dark chuckle. Tillman was amused and Carlos actually might have laughed too. He might have laughed and laughed and laughed until he went crazy, because that seemed like a better fate than staying lucid for this. He thought that at the very least he might pass out from the agony, from the shattering knowledge that he was being cut open and couldn’t stop it, but blessed darkness never came.

A few moments later he could feel cool air rushing against a part of him that hadn’t ever been meant to feel it. He felt the four cross sections of his skin being pulled back and clamped open, so that when he dared to glance back down…

He could see himself. The inside of himself. Dark red like murder, wet and sloppy looking, and terrifyingly vulnerable.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” His words came out sharp with rage and fear. Bruised with pain. None of the monolithic dread yet but that’s because Carlos was still, in part, himself. He still had a good bit of his own fire.

Tillman only slipped two gloved fingers into the mass of his blood and guts. “You’re doing very, very good Carlos. Hang in there my boy. Wasn’t time for… For any anesthetic. You were fading fast. Had to do something.” Carlos could barely keep up with what was being said, let alone understand any of it. He was too busy feeling every soft, intimate drag of those fingers as they practically fucked into him. Some perverse imitation of a lover. All the while Tillman’s eyes held Carlos’ gaze captive, not allowing him to look away or deny this was really happening to his own body.

“Arrg… Stop! PLEASE!” His chest heaved, beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, and the rest of him shuddered helplessly as Tillman sank his hand further into his guts. It made a sickening squelching sound that he could somehow hear between his panting and rising sobs.

Before today he’d had no idea you could feel someone touching you inside like that. He’d never had occasion to even need to think about it. But no, no. There were nerve endings even along the deepest curve of his lower intestine, ones that only knew a song of pain and nothing else. He was learning about them today mothers and fuckers and they were singing a backup chorus to his nearly broken screams.

“You see organs… Don’t lie.” Dr. Tillman spoke above him in little more than a hushed whisper, but every word still stabbed into him like a knife. Like a surgeon’s scalpel. Like two fingers, and then five, and a hand curling oh-so-gently and carefully around something deep within him and sending a sensation of awful pressure and hammering pain.

“They may fail, eventually, but it isn’t their fault. They spend their lives as diligent, loyal subjects of the body. So fragile and yet… So strong at the same time.”

Carlos only heard this as a faint buzzing that might have been words. He couldn’t take a full breath, sucking in little gasps of air between hitching sobs as fat tears rolled down the sides of his face. His eyes were saucer wide and shining, he was burning, his whole being was a quivering mass of blood and guts and fire and it would never stop. His brain wouldn’t let him just pass–

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When he opened his eyes again Tillman was still there. Carlos let out a moan of agony as the pain reintroduced itself (how do you do?) and as the scientist raised one gore covered finger to Carlos’ neck. How long had he even been out? A couple minutes? He swept his gaze down across his bloody chest to his lower body. Things looked basically the same. He still looked like a messy peeled fruit and he cursed his brain and body for only letting him escape this for a few minutes instead of nuking his entire consciousness till he woke up somewhere with less horror. What a bitch.

That finger–that finger that had just been inside him–traced a slow, deliberate line straight across Carlos’ neck as Tillman stared down at his captive. He looked like an abandoned lighthouse. The lamp was shining, sure, but nobody was home. “I could just kill you now. Slit your thhhhhhroat, my d-dear boy.”

“Then do it! F-fu-UCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER DO IT.” No matter how scared he was, no matter how much pain made him stumble through the words, he’d still say them. He was determined to say them till he fucking died.

Tillman leaned in close. One of his hands was still buried in Carlos’ abdominal cavity, and this time it wriggled a gentle path upwards. He felt knuckles brush against his ribs. The tissue that cradled his lungs and heart. He felt the soft wetness of Tillman’s tongue as it licked over the blood line on his neck. “I might as well kill you. You can n-never be fixed. No matter what I…what I do…” His awful minty breath tickled against Carlos’ cheek. Tears cooled against his skin as he shook in his restraints and tried desperately not to feel the scientist counting his ribs from the inside. He wondered how long he could even last, opened up like this, and why he hadn’t already died.

Maybe he was already dead.

Maybe he was in hell.

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He’d passed out again without realizing it, the only evidence being that one moment Tillman was squeezing his internal organs like they were his personal stress balls, the next he was standing over Carlos with a bloody mass in his hand.

“Is that… Is that my…?” He was so cold. He was shaking all over but still so damned cold.

“Kidney? Why, yes. It’s quite bad. See?” The scientist held Carlos’ own kidney up under his nose for his inspection, but he could see nothing wrong with it. He knew with a kind of sickening certainty that there had been nothing wrong with it.

“I’m afraid that’s all we can do. There’s so much e-else that I could… Fix. In here.” The scientist paused to turn his vacant gaze back down to Carlos’ ruined insides. A long coil of his intestines lay limply against his hip. He could see a shock of white bone somewhere.

“I’m going to have to ask you to please stay silent now while I stitch things back up. You squeal very nicely but I need to concentrate now, dear boy.”

A thick wad of gauze bandages was stuffed deep into Carlos’ mouth, and he made some kind of sound around them. Defiance? Pleading? He wasn’t sure anymore. Tillman reached a hand in again and this time found something hard. Something boney. It was his spi–

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Moving through the hallway. Ceiling passing by like dull clouds of stucco. The pain had followed him even here. It would never stop stalking behind him. How much blood had he lost? Where was Ben? How much blood can someone even–

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A kitchen. A warm kitchen and a fleeting feeling of being safe. Ben was there. Ben couldn’t stay. It was better that way though. The pain would eat Ben if he stayed. The world shook and the pain gobbled Carlos whole.

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“…subject responding well to the replacement?….”

“…at least another week in recov…”

“…can’t be sure the body won’t reject…”

“…of course we included the tracking devi…”

“….the normal payment of course, Dr. Till…”

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When he looked down again his insides were back on the inside. He touched a couple shaking fingers to the healing X scar that marred his entire torso. Ugly staples made ugly railroads across his body. The pain had stayed, but it was drowned enough to stop screaming. Why bother giving him pain meds now?? Carlos tried to focus on the surroundings of the room. Was this a hospital? Was…was he actually OUT??

Tillman stepped into his field of vision like a satellite passing over the sun and blotting out it’s light. His eyes were back to Detached Doctor mode.

“Good afternoon. And how are we feeling?”

There was a smudge of red at the corner of Tillman’s placid mouth.

Carlos opened his own and screamed.

#not whumptober #challenge accepted #vivisection #gore #blood #intimate whumper #noncon touching #creepy whumper #passing out #torture #stay safe with this one kiddos

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monstasxbebe · 5 years ago

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𝕯𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖍.1

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Pairings: Hoseok/Kihyun/Minhyuk (Endgame), Jooheon/Changkyun/Hyunwoo/Hyungwon (Endgame)

Genre(s): Angst, Drama, Romance, Smut, Fluff

Pairing: Explicit (18+)

Tags: Puppy Play, Slowburn, Bondage, Poly Relationship, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism BDSM Dynamics, Explicit sex, Voluntary Feminization,Shibari, Enemies to Lovers, non-idol Au, Member x Member

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“Harder!”

The bed rocked below them, the combined sound of the frame groaning in protest being accompanied by the headboard knocking against the wall.

“You’re giving a lot of orders here for someone who begged me to fuck you.”

There was a muttered protest, but it was cut off when he bit into the cream colored shoulder in front of him. The larger man couldn’t help the grin stretching across his lips as the younger man below him whimpered from the sting. They had been going at it for a while, and he could tell from the tightness around him and the way his partner’s fists tightened and pulled in the sheets, that they were nearing the end.

He put his hand between the whimpering man’s shoulders, pushing him until he was face down, his hips slapping hard against the other man’s ass with every long, hard thrust. The moaning beneath him peaked, and he could feel the other man trembling below him, his breathing ragged and uneven.

“Moan my name.” He suddenly panted, leaning over the lithe man’s frame, pulling his hair to get his attention back on the demand. Silky brunette locks peeked out from between his fingers as the man looked back at him, eyes shining in a flurry of mixed emotions that almost made him cum right there.

“H-Hoseok, please-”

“Moan my name. Or you can finish yourself off.” Hoseok’s lips quirked at the way the other man’s eyes darkened. He glared daggers at him, but one roll of the hips in a certain direction, and he was putty in his hands, gripping his forearm so tight it hurt as he cried out for him.

“Hoseok! Fuck, faster faster! Hoseok!” He cried, his walls tight around Hoseok’s cock.

Satisfied, he pressed his sweaty chest against the man’s back, fucking him for all he was worth. He came first, but he smirked as the other man came untouched, his entire body tensing before he trembled, falling face first into a pillow once Hoseok stopped supporting him.

He smirked, slapping his ass.

“Good boy, Kihyun.”

Kihyun turned, tiredly looking at him with that same mixed swirl of emotions in his eyes. He opened his mouth to retort, and Hoseok was sure that it would be some declaration about how much he hated his guts, but all Hoseok could hear was a horribly familiar screeching.

‘Brrrng! Brrrrng!’

Hoseok grunted, cracking an eye open, hissing when the stream of light peeking from between his curtains flooded his vision. Groaning, he extended his arm, reaching over to silence the clock blaring at him from the corner of his nightstand. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed, his thick arm falling to the side, dangling off the edge of his bed as he tried to collect himself.

He’d been having dreams like that ever since he’d been moved into his new department. They were always the same, with him roughly fucking his Team Leader, Yoo Kihyun. It left him with more than enough stained boxers and frustration and looking down, he could tell today was no different.

Just great.

He rolled out of bed, yanking his shirt over his head and his boxers down his hips, tossing them in the hamper at the corner of his room, disappearing into the bathroom. He rolled his neck as he turned on the water, trying to gather his thoughts as he let it warm up.

Today wasn't just any ordinary day.

It was October 21st, a day circled several times on the ramen calendar he had hanging on the wall near his door.

The day his team started working on their 20th anniversary special magazine.

Hoseok stood under the spray, his shoulders tense.

He worked at Starship Inc., a fashion company based out of Seoul. They had expanded their brand, selling magazines as far as Europe and America. He had worked in the Communications team for over a year until he was abruptly transferred over to the Magazine Team.

That’s when his life began to take a chaotic turn.

Apparently, someone from the Fashion Magazine team had a breakdown and cracked under the pressure, quitting abruptly just a week before the team had to start working on the magazine. Kihyun, the head of the team, had looked over people from multiple departments, seeing if anyone had similar qualifications as the now missing employee and by the luck of the draw, Hoseok was the one that had been selected.

The man stepped out of the shower, walking over to the sink to look at himself in the mirror. He brushed his bangs out of his eyes and set to start blow-drying his hair as he got lost in thought again.

Kihyun was a bit more than a perfectionist. He didn’t hold anything back, speaking his mind whenever someone did something he found unfavorable or unproductive and Hoseok could respect that, to a degree. However, it seemed the man had it out for him specifically at times, scrutinizing everything he did.

It annoyed Hoseok to no end. He was a rookie to that particular department, dealt with the shitty hand of fate, and now he had to be on the receiving end of Kihyun’s tangents almost daily.

In the next room, his phone rang.

Hoseok blinked out of his daze, sticking his head out into the cool bedroom so he could hear who’s ringtone it was. When he recognized the familiar, slightly off-key sound of him and his coworker Hyungwon singing a karaoke cover of Sexy Back, he crossed the room in a flash, nearly dropping his phone from how quickly he snatched it up.

“Hello?”

“Hyung, where the hell are you?”

Hoseok tensed, cursing under his breath when he saw the time. He’d lost track of time again while he was in the shower. His shift started in 10 minutes.

“Fuck, stall for me.”

“What? And deal with Kizilla myself?”

“I swear, I’ll treat you to as many Americanos as you want, just please stall for me.” Hoseok grunted while hopping around, one of his legs in a pair of white pants. He could hear Hyungwon sigh from the other end, but he could almost see the smile on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll hold you to that. Just get here.”

The line went dead at the same time Hoseok stumbled into his nightstand, eyes growing wide as the lamp at the edge teetered and began falling. He reached out hastily, cringing as his hip collided with the edge of the wood.

Great. His morning was already off to a chaotic start.

He quickly put the rest of his clothes on, and rushed out of the door, nearly colliding with a couple on the street as soon as he did so.

“Sorry!” He tossed over his shoulder, continuing his mad dash down the block. He ran the scenarios through his head over and over again. He was a few minutes late, yes, but working under Kihyun had all but turned the man into a track star when it came to making into the office before the Team Leader could notice his absence.Hoseok had gotten lucky, securing a condo not too far from Starship Inc., which made his morning mad dashes slightly less hectic.

If he was lucky, he could slip into the office before Kihyun got there and everything would be fine. Hyungwon was a master at stalling, in the event that the redheaded Team Leader got there first.

Hoseok’s face lit up as Starship came into view.

He’d been working for the company for well over a year but it still took his breath away every time he saw the building. It was a tall building, with an impressive 42 floors. The exterior was decorated with beautiful flowers and bushes (planted by some of the employees just a few months ago in spring). They had little cotton cobwebs and small ghost cutouts on them to remind the employees that Halloween was fast approaching and as soon as Hoseok rushed through the doors, there was an explosion of color.

The tiles of the lobby formed a beautiful stained glass-inspired image of a starship, the logo for the company.

He didn’t have time to admire it, however, as he rushed into the elevator, leaning against the wall as the doors began to close. He panted, closing his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He kept them closed for the time being. His stomach always did flips when he got on the elevator. Hoseok had serious acrophobia but he usually was able to suppress the fear if he could keep his eyes closed or keep himself distracted. His mind drifted back to his current situation and how he could sneak into the office and not be noticed.

Maybe Hoseok would get lucky, maybe he wouldn’t run into Kihyun before he got safely into the office and join the team meeting before the brunette arrived-

“You do know you are to report to the team meeting at 8 o’clock sharp, right?”

...Fuck.

Hoseok cracked his eyes open, swallowing down a curse as Kihyun stood in front of him, leering at him. He bowed slightly, biting his lip to keep the sarcastic retort he had on the tip of his tongue from coming out.

“S-Sorry, I woke up late.” Why the fuck aren’t you at the damn meeting, then?

“Woke up late? The first day of the most important project this company will see for the next couple of decades, and you woke up late? That’s the best you can come up with? Unbelievable.” Kihyun laughed humorlessly in disbelief, rubbing his temple. Hoseok stood up straight, scooting aside so Kihyun could press the button to their floor.

God, this was going to be an awkward elevator ride. Hoseok silently wished there would be one more interruption, just so he and Kihyun didn’t have to be alone in a steel box slowly taking them to the 39th floor. He already felt anxious every time he had to go into the damn thing because of his acrophobia and this wasn’t helping.

His wish was granted when the doors began closing once more, but a converse wedged itself in between them, effectively stopping them from fully closing as a man scooted right in. He situated himself right between Kihyun and Hoseok, running a hand through his hair.

The man looked like he had just rolled out of a private school, with a sweater on underneath a gray plaid blazer. He adjusted his tie and Hoseok let out a small sigh of relief now that there was someone to buffer the awkward tension between him and his boss, and keep his mind off the elevator's ascent. It was a win-win scenario.

“I wasn't aware you'd be coming back today. No one informed me.” Kihyun spoke after a moment, watching the third man out of the corner of his eye.

“That's because I specifically made sure not to mention when I'd be back.” the other man quipped, checking under his nails for imaginary specks of dirt. Hoseok glanced between the two men for a moment, blinking in surprise when he recognized the man to be Lee Minhyuk.

He was Starship’s Logistics Manager, which would usually place him somewhere in the Accounting Area, but apparently he took up several other jobs Hoseok wasn’t immediately aware of that landed him a chair and a sub-office in the Magazine Team’s office. The younger man didn’t look like it at first, but he was an incredibly hard worker.

A hard worker with a clear disdain for Kihyun, so the two often came to butt heads in their office, with the rest of the team scrambling to stay out of the line of fire.

Realizing he hadn’t greeted him, Hoseok sent him a small smile after he stretched.

“Welcome back, Minhyuk-ah. You were gone for a while this time, huh?” He turned his body to the taller man, missing the side glance Kihyun sent the two of them before he rolled his eyes, going back to scrolling through something on his mini tablet as they ascended.

“Yeah, I usually don’t have to go to the warehouse to check the goods, but there was an issue this time around. It’s good to be back, I hope you all didn’t get too comfortable without me.” He hummed, sending Kihyun a nasty look when the man snorted from his corner of the elevator.

“Anyway, if I may, what happened to your hip?” Minhyuk inquired, those bright eyes drifting down Hoseok’s abdomen to land on his hip. Hoseok blinked, tilting his head.

“My hip?”

Minhyuk hummed, stepping closer. Long, nimble fingers moved downward, lifting Hoseok’s shirt ever so slightly to expose the discolored splotch, brushing against the skin slightly. Hoseok flinched slightly, feeling a sharp pain. He looked down, grabbing the end of his shirt, lifting it a bit higher without a second thought. His lips pulled down into a frown when he saw the size of the bruise.

“Aigoo, it really did a number on me.” he mused.

“Yah! Put your shirt down, where do you think you are?!” Kihyun scolded, startling the older man. Hoseok jolted before clearing his throat, lowering his shirt. Minhyuk snickered behind the clipboard in his arms.

“Leave it to Kihyun to have dirty thoughts, hm? Better watch out for such a perverted boss.”

“Says the one that lifted his shirt in the first place!”

“Quit getting your panties in a bunch, I'm sure you've been in your fair share of inappropriate situations at work.”

Hoseok stayed silent as both of them leered at one another. He wondered what the story behind that was.

There was plenty of rumors that had circled around the office about how exactly Kihyun got his position. Things like him having illegal ties from some mafia family, blackmailing the CEO, or the most popular rumor: that he slept his way to the top through Choi Seokwon, the son of Starship's owner and CEO.

Hoseok didn't pay them any mind. Most of them were outlandish and crass and he tried not to put labels on people if he could help it. Kihyun was probably the most abrasive boss he'd ever worked under and it hurt his pride whenever the younger man went off on him, but he was still an amazing worker, nonetheless.

It still didn't explain the bad blood between Kihyun and Minhyuk but Hoseok casually moved around, settling himself between them to bow at Kihyun as he apologized.

“Sorry. I wasn't thinking.” he mused. Kihyun clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but nodded in acknowledgement.

Minhyuk pushed up his fake glasses, humming as they got to their designated floor. Hoseok sighed in relief when the elevator dinged. He'd be able to get some fresh air and hopefully Kihyun wouldn't send him too many death glares during their meeting.

As the doors slid open, Hyungwon darted into view as he grabbed his shoulders.

“Okay, so Kihyun hasn't showed up yet, which means you have a good chance at not being-” the tall man paused, looking over at Hoseok’s left, seeing Kihyun not even a few feet away, cocking a brow when Hyungwon swallowed nervously.

“....Caught.” He deflated, shoulders dropping.

Kihyun's cat like eyes rolled as he put a hand on his hip.

“What is this, ‘Everyone Piss Off Kihyun Day?’”

Minhyuk snickered and strolled past the three men.

“As much as I’d love that to be the case, we still have a job to do. Save the lecture for later, we should get started.” He reminded them. Kihyun clicked his tongue and pushed past Hyungwon and Hoseok, making his way down the hall.

Hyungwon gently pat Hoseok on the back as they followed a few feet away.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. He seems mad but not too mad, so maybe-”

“By the way, you can go get coffee for the team since you were late, Hoseok. Don’t take too long, the meeting is already behind.” Kihyun threw over his shoulder, glaring daggers at the older man. Hoseok sent him a smile, biting back the urge to whine in frustration. He wasn’t that late, and Kihyun and Minhyuk were both late to the thing, too! Why was it just him being punished?

Instead, he bowed and turned on his heel.

“No problem. I’ll hurry.” He muttered, heading the opposite direction to go to their breakroom to make the coffee. Kihyun watched him leave before smiling, seemingly satisfied with the punishment as he continued to the office. Hyungwon watched his friend go before jogging to catch up with his boss.

Today was gonna be a long day.

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The Death Panting - Aimi’s hatred (3)

People didn’t pay much attention as old Aimi wobbled through the crowd. The market was really crowded today. But nothing deterred Aimi as she walked towards the temple. The only person who cared about her - her father, was long gone. Her mother didn’t care about her nor was she really gone. Dead? yes. Gone? no. She was there inside every blood cell, every thought, every emotion. And Aimi hated her.

It was because of Nozomi that Aimi had become homeless with a kid. Her husband wanted a boy but years of trying and Aimi couldn’t have one. She knew why. It was her mother’s curse, her filthy blood that manipulated Aimi’s body to abort male wombs and keep only one female womb. So, as her husband kicked her out to get a new wife, all she had was a daughter. And Aimi hated her too.

Surviving alone with a young child wasn’t easy so she tried to get rid of her daughter several times only to find her waiting for her every time she got back home. Because her daughter was a vessel to her demonic mother too. No good will come to her either, so she should rather die, but she wouldn’t. Aimi never named her daughter and was surprised when she started calling herself Kokoro. So that’s what her mother had decided to call her new demon child.

Child or no, Aimi had to provide for herself. She took up odd jobs at wealthy households but was dropped when people found out she had a kid and no husband to provide for the family. The wealthy housewives didn’t want a woman like her around their husbands. So she took up the only available option, selling her body for money. Time made her soften towards Kokoro a little so she fed and clothed her with what she could make and Kokoro was happy enough to help with housework. Then her demon mother died, leaving them the hut in the forest where she now lived with her daughter.

The temple was near now. It had always been here but her mother never tried to approach it, in fact Nozomi had avoided this part of town like a plague. But now here Aimi was, old and fragile, looking directly at the temple ground. She was here for answers. Her mother was immortal but Aimi wasn’t, she would shrivel up and die eventually and that time seemed very near somehow. She had to get her answers while she could. Nozomi didn’t even have to manipulate her to go looking for the temple, Aimi decided that herself, she needed more reasons to hate her mother. Nozomi while in her own body would never have done this but in Aimi’s body she felt she could. She felt she had to.

Wild grass grew everywhere she looked. No wonder this cursed placed was abandoned. Just stepping into the temple grounds had made her ears ring with screams of torment. Dark shapes shifted in the shadows of the woods behind the temple, none approaching her. Oh they wouldn’t dare, she was much more demonic than they were.

So this is where her mother was born. What a perfect place for a demon spawn. As soon as the thought took shape in her mind, she heard a chuckle, Nozomi’s. “Oh how much you hate me dear Aimi. I am your mother. Don’t be so harsh on this poor dead soul”, Nozomi said in a sing song voice.

Aimi was sure no one could hear Nozomi except her. Nozomi knew the poisonous thoughts Aimi had about her. “Shut up you demonic whore, when I am done with you, I will be having the last laugh. Your filthy blood ends here with me and Kokoro.” Nozomi sighed, “Aimi, I know you hate me for what happened, but hasn’t it been ages? I offered to get you a new husband. A little brainwashing and you would have a brand new man. But you decided to hate me and your daughter for that stupid son of a bitch you loved and married. He threw you out but you decided to blame it on me and Kokoro. How is any of this fair?”

Yes, Nozomi had offered to get her a new husband. She could do that easily. All Aimi had to do was ask. Her mother could manipulate the feelings of people around her. Aimi could have a new husband, a brainwashed money bag. But she had loved her husband and his actions had broken her completely. All she wanted now was revenge. She didn’t marry Kokoro off, she never would. Let her mother starve. Kokoro was almost 35, no one would want her. Her mother’s line was as good as finished. She wouldn’t die without making sure of that. She would even kill Kokoro if it comes to that. Her hatred for her mother was much stronger than her love for that demon spawn.

“I didn’t ask for a new husband, but I did ask for a son, didn’t I mother? I begged and plead and cried but you didn’t deter. And now you dare ask me why I hate you”, she spat poisonously. “I can’t give you a son. That’s the only thing i can’t give you. As long as you have my blood, as long as i live, none of my bloodline can have a male child. I really can’t do anything about it, it’s a curse on my bloodline put by me without a second thought.”,Nozomi tried and explained for the 1000th time. She had never needed a male body, one female was enough but she never thought it would result in this. ‘Some’ men really were filthy treating women as baby-makers, son-makers to be precise. But she hadn’t met a man like that, Haruki was anything but unkind. He had loved both Nozomi and Aimi like the only people that mattered to him.

“Thinking about my father now are we? You never deserved a man like him Nozomi. He was too good for you. How am i supposed to believe you didn’t just use him to proliferate. Must have manipulated my poor father to love a demon spawn like you. I know you would go to those lengths. You are a demon after all.” Aimi’s words hurt Nozomi sometimes but she was pretty sure she hadn’t manipulated Haruki’s feelings because Haruki had been the one to teach her about love. Haruki had taught her how beautiful life truly was. Would Haruki hate her for what she had done to Aimi? She didn’t want to know.

Aimi walked through the trees, her dark robe making her look like a creature from the shadows. She walked carefully, making her way towards the temple, trying to avoid stepping on the moss and slipping. It had rained. She now stood at the entrance, smelling the rain soaked soil and the rotten wood of the temple building. She stepped inside.

It was dark but she hadn’t brought a lamp. No money for oil. She squinted through the dark making her way inside carefully. As she wobbled on, a sudden rush of cold air hit her in the face making her shiver and she could hear a woman crying. A cry for help, but too weak. It couldn’t pierce the temple walls, no one would know she was here. Or had been here, long time back. Aimi was having a vision of the woman Noritoshi Kamo had experimented on. Impregnating her with cursed seed and aborting her nine times to create the Nine Death Paintings, one of whom was her mother. “So you are a demon and what’s more there’s nine of you in the world.”

Nozomi could see things much clearly. She was right about there being more of her kind. She had eight siblings. The cursed energy this place emanated was immense. It was mixed with her mother’s sobs and whimsical chuckles of a man. A powerful man, who used cursed energy. Who was so full of cursed energy, it made her shiver even though she was inside Aimi. Aimi could feel her dread, she felt sick herself standing in this cursed place. “This man.. is he a shaman of some kind? I can feel the evil radiating from this room even though it hasn’t been in use for ages.”

A shaman... yes. A sorcerer of some kind. “Get out of here Aimi. Now.”, she commanded. “What? Are you scared?”, Aimi gave a nervous laugh, “this man made you and you are no different. You are just like your father. Filthy and evil.”

Still, Aimi moved as fast as she could, lengthening the distance between her and the cursed temple. She wanted to be anywhere but here. Even being with Kokoro was better than this.

By the time she neared her hut the sky was completely dark. Aimi walked towards the light of her house like fly to fire. She couldn’t feel greater comfort than being inside the safety of her house. She had grown up here, felt her father’s love here. This was her safe haven. Nothing would touch her here.

She stopped short as she heard some rustling inside. Must be that rat Kokoro. She didn’t even feel like slapping her today. All Aimi wanted was hot food and a good night’s sleep. The cicadas sung on as she threw open the hut door and entered without announcing herself. Kokoro rushed to greet her “Mother”, she beamed, ”Dinner’s ready. I was waiting for you to return. I shall set the food. Please wash up, I’ve drawn warm water for you.” Ignoring Kokoro, Aimi went straight to take a bath. She was tired of Kokoro always trying to please her. Why couldn’t she hate her like Aimi did?

But for Kokoro pleasing her mother, especially now was really important. She had to tell her before it was too late. She knew why her mother hated her. She knew about Nozomi and unlike her mother, she truly loved Nozomi, her guardian angel. Nozomi had comforted her every time Aimi hurt her emotionally or physically. But right now it was Aimi she really needed. Her mother had to understand and be her ‘mother’, truly this time.

Aimi ate up without a word ignoring Kokoro’s efforts at having a small talk. She didn’t need to tell this good for nothing about anything she had seen that day. Nozomi would do it anyway, like she always did. She left the bowls for Kokoro to pick up and made her bed. As she lay there trying to sleep she could hear Kokoro washing up the dishes. Aimi closed her eyes as Kokoro entered as quietly as possible. She felt miserable. Another day without being able to talk to her mother. Kokoro fell asleep immediately as Aimi drifted off to sleep after a little tossing and turning.

Aimi woke up to Kokoro’s painful moans in the middle of the night. She turned towards Kokoro carefully trying to make out a squirming Kokoro in the darkness. Instant feeling of panic overcame her. This wasn’t her feeling, she was still dazed. It was Kokoro’s feeling. Aimi became still as she watched in horror. Kokoro’s top had ridden up to her breasts. She was sweating profusely. And she was touching a bump, her swollen belly catching the moon’s light.

Kokoro was heavily pregnant. Aimi hadn’t noticed because she didn’t pay her any attention. She hadn’t noticed Kokoro’s shift towards oversized clothes or her laboured movements throughout the house. She didn’t want to see Kokoro, not even in her peripheral vision. Because Kokoro was beautiful, radiant, like her mother and she had her husband’s eyes. Aimi knew Kokoro could be married off easily even though she had not a penny for her dowry. So she had waited for Kokoro to grow old and shriveled like her. But even at 35 Kokoro still shined, her cheeks pink and her eyes kind. Oh, how she hated Kokoro, how she hated all the efforts she had to make to keep her out of any man’s sight.

And now Kokoro’s belly was taunting her, laughing at her. It felt like someone had slapped her with cold water as she threw her blanket and got up. Kokoro had seen her stare at her swollen belly in horror. She had ran out of options. It had only been 7 months and she could already feel herself getting wet as her water broke. “Mother please help me.”, she whimpered. “Please... I was going to tell you but I d-didn’t know how. Please I beg, help me.” Kokoro tried to sit up.

Only silence rang out in Aimi’s ears. Kokoro’s words couldn’t reach her. She didn’t know how this demon spawn had gone and gotten pregnant. All she knew was that Nozomi knew and she and Kokoro both kept this a secret.

Nozomi sensed Aimi’s hostility rising rapidly. “Calm down Aimi. This is your daughter. Help her. That’s your grand daughter inside her. Please, I promise i will give you a good life, anything you want. Please help her.”

Nozomi could fell Aimi slipping out of her grip. She had never felt this before, it felt like everything inside Aimi was revolting against her. Her rage screamed to be let out. She wanted to make someone pay for this betrayal and that someone was Kokoro.

“Oh, you thought, you bitch. No you wait... you wait.” Aimi muttered, her eyes wild. She ran out of the house and picked up the axe embedded in the wood. It would have been a little difficult for a woman her age to grab the axe so easily. But she was buoying up with hatred, hatred that gave her strength. Nozomi had completely lost her hold on Aimi. And Kokoro’s fear was keeping her from thinking straight. “Run Kokoro!”, She was screaming in both Aimi and Kokoro’s head. “Get up and run. She is coming, she will kill you.”

Overcome with fear, Kokoro couldn’t move. She completely froze. She could feel both her mother’s rage and Nozomi’s cries for her to help herself. What bad had she ever done to anyone. Her mother hated her because she had wanted a son. She had to grow up filthy and hungry until her mother decided to feed and cloth her. And where did that money come from? Her mother had been a prostitute. All Kokoro did was follow into her steps, because there was no other way. They needed money, food, shelter. And Nozomi needed a new vessel which Aimi wouldn’t let her have. All Kokoro had to do was make a pact, promise Nozomi a new body while she helped Kokoro get money. Men would empty their pockets just by her touch, money they needed to feed their own families would be handed to her, no questions asked.

Kokoro looked up helplessly as the figure entered the room. It wasn’t Aimi, it couldn’t be with its glowing amber eyes and flaming red hair, upright figure emanating strength. It was Noritoshi Katsumi, the Death Painting. As the axe came down on her, Kokoro’s entire life flashed before her eyes. Every futile effort to make her mother love her, every scream of pain as her mother hit her, cursed her, blamed her. Was she really going to sit here as this hateful woman killed her and her child. She would never be a mother like Aimi, Kokoro thought. The axe landed on her shoulder with a sickening crunch, shattering her collarbone. It could have done much more damage had Kokoro’s hand not shot up and pierced clean through Aimi’s mid section.

Aimi stumbled backwards, blood splattering from her mouth, dribbling down her chin. All her strength faded and she looked down at this creature in front of her. She had birthed that thing. It had her mother’s amber eyes but filled with hate to the brim. Her mother’s red hair tumbled down it’s shoulders. One of its taloned hands sitting protectively on its swollen belly and the other inside Aimi. This was what her mother was, a demon, a curse. And this was what Kokoro was too, this was what any and every daughter of this cursed family will be. A demon. And this was what she herself was, death was better than looking at this abomination any longer. Those were Aimi’s last thoughts as she died.

The hut had burned to cinders by the morning, everything inside burned to a crisp. Kokoro didn’t think about anything else but the bundle in her hands, her sweet daughter as she walked away from the town leaving everything else behind. Except Nozomi. She wouldn’t leave Nozomi behind. Never. Nozomi was her guardian angel, her and now her daughter’s as well. Kokoro had sliced her own stomach to get the child out after she had noticed how easily her shoulder wound healed within minutes. It had hurt like hell, but she couldn’t wait to see and love her daughter. Her Yoshino. She would make pacts with any and every demon if it meant keeping this child safe and happy.

As she walked the road alone, a carriage stopped beside her. A man peered at her and her baby. She must look so helpless and alone, wonder if he would offer a ride. She wanted him to offer, she wanted it very much, especially after looking at his silk robes and golden brooch on his chest. A young, rich man. Someone sat beside him, his father. Hah, a wealthier man and so close to death. Perfect.

“Please come in, we would love to offer you a ride”, the old man said. She had done an excellent job manipulating their feelings to help this helpless young woman, as soon as she had heard the carriage behind her she had projected the feelings out powerfully making them stop in their tracks. Ah, she loved this power. Stupid Aimi, she could have had the world if she wanted but she was stuck with her abusing husband. Kokoro would do better. The rich who would have wrinkled their noses at her were offering her a hand inside their carriage. All she had to make sure was that it didn’t stop there. By the time they reached where this father-son duo was going, she would have them both by their necks.

And Nozomi. Nozomi was shut inside. She would have no say in anything, she would be forced to give her power to help. That’s how it was going to be from now onwards. After all she had helped kill her own child. Nozomi had killed Aimi. Nozomi would sit inside Kokoro, too weak to do anything as the image of her looking at her bloody hands after killing Aimi played in an endless loop. She had a new body, Yoshino, but at what cost. No, Haruki would never forgive her. For the first time Nozomi was afraid she had created a stronger demon than herself. Kokoro was a force to be reckoned with. And somehow Nozomi was also aware that this won’t be the last time she killed. And still she couldn’t help trembling with the surge of energy she was having, harvesting Kokoro’s negative emotions, lapping up like a thirsty dog.

Kokoro would be Noritoshi Katsumi’s strongest vessel until she hits ‘perfect balance’. But that was yet to come. So much more would happen by then. Nozomi could barely wait.

#short story #jujutsu kaisen

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Making Fun a Priority V

This is my second fic for Ash’s “Fall into Negan” Writing Challenge. The prompt for this one is Cuddling by the Fire. Once again, this is gonna take place pretty much straight after the previous chapter, so if you need a recap go and take a gander at the Masterlist :):)

Also, this was partially inspired by this fan-art by @abigailsins ... I know it was for Irresistable Danger, but it got my muse working :):)

Summary: Things are… different. Tense. Awkward. Complicated. Uncomfortable. Foreign. Things are wrong. Brandi can feel it. Waking up in Negan’s room, in his bed, finding herself alone under the warm blankets, she can tell things are wrong. With her refusal still hanging in the air, both Negan and Brandi struggle to find the right words… which leads to a more physical interaction instead.

Warnings: Smut (fingering, female receiving oral, squirting, and unprotected vaginal sex).

Bamby

Rolling over, in that half-conscious state, where I was only aware of my surroundings and nothing else. My arm stretched across the surface of the soft cotton sheet covered bed I was curled in, like a cocoon of security and warmth… only to find a never-ending emptiness. Suddenly the island of pillows and blankets felt nothing like the comforting fortress it had seconds ago.

My eyes crept open, peeping a look in order to actually make sure my hand hadn’t simply missed the sleeping form which should be lying next to me. Yet as my sight adjusted I felt my heart sink.

I was alone.

The fire had dimmed to small smouldering flames, having not been touched in a time. The air was cooler than it had been when sleep had taken me, stealing more warmth from the haven I had found in my dream. Wind whirled and whistled outside, pressing against the windows, warning of a coming storm.

Once again, I rolled over. Cautious and anxious. My gaze swept over every surface in the room, trying to avoid the one chair in the room I would inevitably look to. It’s why I hadn’t fallen back to sleep. It’s why my heart was racing so hard it was sure to shatter into a million pieces any second now.

Everything was as it had been before. Everything other than the fire and air. Everything but the warmth I had felt as I’d drifted off.

Negan still sat on his chair. Still sipping on a drink. Still under the glow of his lamp. Still reading.

Hours must have passed. It must have been early morning. A new day. Yet, he hadn’t slept a wink. He’d barely moved a muscle. Hadn’t made a noise.

I’d assumed he would have come to join me eventually. I thought, after he’d finished reading, he would have crept under the covers, pulled me to his chest, wrapped his arms around me, and slept. Although… I guess that’s something a husband would do to his wife…

Tears threatened to spill and trail down my cheeks. I quickly blinked them away, not wanting him to see me cry. That was a low I never wanted him to be witness to.

There was a conversation that had to be said. We needed to talk about the proposal. We needed to talk about my answer. We needed to talk about a lot of things. But no matter how hard I tried, I was lost for words. Nothing could fix the damage that had been made.

My body moved on its own then.

Pulling the sheets and blankets away I slipped my legs over the edge of the mattress so they hung above the cold, hardwood floor. Sucking in a breath, I ignored both the sting from my injured ankle and the cool floor as I made my way over to his seat as softly as I could manage.

He was aware of my movements. The way his concentration changed ever so slightly, his ears straining to listen to me as his eyes stayed on the pages he was no longer reading. But he made no other attempt at moving.

When I reached him, I gingerly took the book away from him. His eyes watched me as I then plucked the glass from his other hand before turning to place both objects on the coffee table behind me. Without a word, and without giving myself the chance to change my mind, I turned back and moved to slide my knees onto his chair until I was straddling him.

Negan brought his hand up to caress my cheek. His fingers delicately ran along my skin as he tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. One of my own hands rested on the chair, right by his shoulder. My other hand came to rest on his chest, fingers pressing against the shirt above his heart.

My eyes swept over every inch of him. I took in the dark jeans that hugged his lower form. The lines on his hand that sat on my thigh. The light grey shirt that was perfectly loose. The tattoos scattered on his arms. The shadow of hair on his face. The curve of his lips. The thick black and grey hair on top of his head. Then, lastly, I looked into the depths of his eyes which were now gazing into mine.

With no words shared, he brought my face closer to his as he leaned in himself until our lips pressed together.

Kissing Negan was never the same. If someone were to ask me how to describe it I would always be changing the story. Each was an experience only lived once. They were all unique, and always changing.

Yes, there was heat. There was passion. There was comfort, and security, and a spark… and it was completely perfect. But there was always more. There was always that one detail that was indescribable. That one thing I could never completely grasp.

At that moment my skin was vibrating lightly. Warming. Waking up. My heart was calming from its panic as it melted into the reassurance his lips were conveying without a single word. My mind was singing loud and clear in my mind, rejoicing at the connection being shared.

There was a moment where we stayed just like that. Our hands ghosting over each other, barely touching as our lips pressed together. The heat was there but the kiss was simple. Lips and nothing else.

When his tongue brushed against my lips I was gone.

My fingers curled, fisting his shirt. My body leaned forward, pressing against him as my other hand came over to grasp his hair. My hips rocked, searching for the hardness of his body. The heat inside me flared high and hot.

He responded to my touch. The hand that sat on my thigh moved to grasp my hip, holding me against him with a strength I could not and did not want to fight. His other hand gripped my own hair. He leaned forward, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue past my lips once more, tangling it with my own in a dance they knew all too well by now.

Teeth clashing. Hands grasping. Noises spilled out, filling the empty void which had only been occupied by the light crackle of the dying fire, and the wisps of air whistling through the cracks of the windows.

Changing his grasp, Negan slid his hand down from my hair and brought it to my other hip. Holding me tightly, pressing me to him, he pushed himself off the chair and moved only a few steps before he lowered himself onto one knee and laid me down on the ground. Leaning over me, our mouths still frenziedly worked together, he began to pull and tug at my clothes with haste.

My own movements were just as impassioned and needy. Nails and fingers ripping and gripping every offending piece of garment covering his perfectly made body I so desperately wanted pressed against my bare flesh.

As his fingers curled around the hem of my jeans his eyes met mine, a smirk playing on the edges of his lips before he tore the pants from my legs in one, long, rough motion. Reaching for my underwear, the last piece of clothing covering my body, each hand grabbed the material and pulled swiftly, tearing it to pieces.

A gasp escaped my lips at the action, only for the air to be sucked back into my lungs as Negan then leaned forward, his breath fanning over my core.

Never had I been touched in this way before. No man or boy had ever pressed their lips to my most sensitive area. It both frightened and excited me. My back arched in both preparation for bliss, but also in retreat. My hands grasped at his head where it was still between my legs, my mind wanting to both pull him closer and push him away.

I had no control over the situation though. Negan was in charge. He was always in charge… but that made it so much better.

When I felt his fingers spread my lower lips I couldn’t stop myself from jumping slightly. I shifted suddenly, moving so I was leaning on my elbows so I could watch him with wide eyes. I had no idea what expression was on my face, whether it was fear or wonder, but either way it didn’t deter Negan from doing what he wanted.

His tongue ran one long line along the length of my core. Teasing me. Hinting at the pleasure which was bound to follow.

That one movement might have been small, but it packed a punch.

Still resting on my elbows, my head fell back as I moaned lowly. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Intimate in a way the sexual experiences I’d had before weren’t. It was personal. This wasn’t about both of us, connecting, feeding each other’s need and want. This was about Negan pleasing me.

There was no more waiting after that. No more teasing. Negan let his control slip as he leaned in and devoured me so deliciously I thought I wouldn’t make it out alive.

His lips attached themselves around my clit as he sucked at the sensitive bud, making me wither and cry. His tongue dipped into my core, imitating what other parts of his body would later do. His teeth nipped and bit my inner thighs, lips and anywhere that would bring noises out of me.

Negan quickly figured out what I liked best. He focused his attention on alternating between sucking and nibbling on my clit, before he would then lap at it hungrily. Like a starved man who had been stranded in the desert, he drank at my core as if it were the first sip of water he’d had in days.

Back aching. Toes curling. Hands fisting. Eye rolling. Moaning. Groaning. On the edge of crying. I felt every nerve inside me sing and dance. But it was the bundle of nerves in my core that were the loudest. They vibrated as they tightened into a ball of pressure and anticipation.

When I thought I was going to explode right then and there Negan went and intensified it all by thrusting two fingers into me with now warning, before he curled them in a way that they hit a spot that tore a scream from my lips.

Literally convulsing against him, the orgasm more intense than I had ever experiences before, I tried to shoo his hand away as he continued to stroke that same spot inside me. But try as I might I didn’t win the fight, and before I could even finish the first orgasm I spiralled into the next. Only this was even more intense than the previous.

The bundle of nerve inside me which had been released already had quickly tightened into another ball. In the urgency and eagerness of the situation when this new ball exploded inside me I felt my core physically explode as well.

Liquid squirted out of me and onto Negan, like a waterfall of pleasure and ecstasy being released from my core.

I screamed as tears pricked the edges of my eyes. The pleasure was so overwhelming I thought it would never end. I could feel it everywhere, from my head to my toes. It was incredible.

Negan only gave me a short moment to recover before his lips were suddenly pressing against mine. Tasting myself in the kiss I found I was surprisingly more turned on at the act. I’d never felt as sexy as I did at that instant.

While I’d been coming down from my orgasm Negan had shed himself of all his clothes, leaving him as bare as I was. Now, with nothing between us, he brought himself between my legs and brushed his member against my still sensitive core.

Jumping at the contact, I moaned, nodding my head, wanting him already and completely. Grinning against the kiss, Negan gave me what I wanted.

In one motion he pushed himself into me until our hips were pressed together. Our kiss broke apart as our eyes locked. My legs wrapped around his body, pulling him closer and deeper. He groaned as I rolled my hips against him, the friction feeding our desire for each other.

Slowly, he pulled out until he was only barely in me still. Then he thrust, hard and fast, hitting all the right places. We kept this rhythm. Slow and hard and deep. Building up the pressure. Feeling each other. Taking in the moment. Then, he pace quickened.

Gradually. Over time. Negan began to thrust faster. A little harder. Getting rougher.

He pulled back so he was kneeling, his hands clasping my thighs to pull me with him. Shifting my position, keeping me lying on the hardwood floor, he entered me at a new angle.

Eyes closed, my hands moved on their own accord, grasping at my breast. His grunts and my moans filled their air as he watched my hands and fingers pulled on my breasts and pluck at my nipples. His movements became more frantic and frenzied the more my hands played.

Lips came down to latch onto one of my nipples as large fingers wrapped around my thin wrist. The angle of Negan’s thrusts had changed with his new position, but it only lasted a moment before he let go of my nipple and moved over to bite the underside of my breast which he then soothed with a kiss. Then he pulled back into again, keeping his fingers wrapped around my hand as he did.

I let him take control of my actions, let him drag my hand down the length of my body until he placed it at the place we were connected. He pressed the heel of my hand against my clit, knowing the sensitive bud couldn’t handle any harsh or intense contact at that moment. But the pressure from my hand was enough.

Holding my hand there, Negan’s thrusts continued, his pace now uneven. His control was slipping as he got closer and closer to his release. When he was right there, on the edge, his fingers which were still wrapped around my wrist gave a quick and sudden jerk, causing my hand to move against my clit.

We both climaxed at the same time, tumbling into the orgasms with jerky and uncontrolled thrusts against each other. Negan emptied himself deep inside me as his body twitched, his head fell back, and a long groan pulled itself from his lips. My core pulsed around him as my back arched, toes curled, and a broken scream tore from my own lips. Then we were spent.

Negan took the time to reach over and lazily throw another log onto the fire so it wouldn’t die, before he dropped himself onto the floor beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer. I snuggled into him, my back pressed to his chest and my legs tangled with his.

As we lay there, cuddling by the fire, no words were spoken. Neither of us broke the silence. We simply held each other and let our bodies get the sleep they needed.

Bamby

Writing oral and squirting is very foreign for me... so please be nice…

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