#the mean degrading nurses. the people screaming and hitting their walls

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

School Nurse

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby led me to yet another 2D man that I want to get wrecked by

How would a school nurse react to Hwajin’s presence? Dabauchery will ensue.

AN: this started out as a short little drabble, turned into a long smutty mess that I finally rangled in with romance because… after care. As a nurse I was getting to into the logistics of the pencil stab

TW: smut, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, power exchange, mild wound description (pencil stab), sex in a nurses office, oral sex

NO MINORS

Hwajin knew you would look good on your knees. You had a bratty, stubborn nature that he wanted to overpower. He thought you were too gentle with trouble makers. When he told you this, you argued that it was your job as a school nurse to take care of all the students.

How was it that you were so hostile with him but when it came to even the worst students you were so gentle. It irritated him. You actively avoided him. Maybe he wouldn't care if he didn't find you so damn adorable. Thoughts of you kept him company late at night.

Even when he forced you to take a baton after he saw a student get in your face yelling. The only person you used it against was him. Apparently you wouldn't allow him to pull students out of your office regardless of their offense.

He was shocked to learn that few students ever bothered you. The worst offenders would constantly make advances at you and since you would have his head, he disciplined them only once you were out of range.

And you were equally irate. He treated you like a child when you tried to present him with research that aggression towards children under the age of 18 was just as detrimental as ignoring their bad behavior. You weren't against addressing the students inappropriate behavior, but the number of visits to your office had tripled upon his arrival.

It become rare that schools had a nurse on campus, barely coming back in to practice following the hands off policy. And at the most part you were mainly treating the faculty and the more unlucky students. If the Ministry of Education wanted to bring in people like Na, would you even have a job much longer?

/

"What are you doing here? I'm not harboring any students," You hissed as the warden entered your office.

"If I remember correctly, I'm here to oversee the whole school. That includes you. Besides I actually need medical help."

Hwajin turned the lock on the door before unbuttoning his shirt. He turned around to show you a shallow hole between his shoulder blades. You tried to keep the blush from creeping on to your face as you scanned his muscular body.

Apparently a student surprised him by sinking a pencil into his skin.

"Violence breeds violence," You chided when the realization hit. "Oh god, did you kill the student?"

You were truly alarmed. He took slight offense to that question. He wasn't a great guy but he wasn't going to kill someone on the job.

"Just give me something to bandage this up," he rolled his eyes.

You motioned for him to sit on the medical table but of course he had to make things difficult, choosing to straddle a chair instead. In spite of his protests that he could take care of things himself you pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Don't be such a pain, Mr. Na. There's no way you can properly clean what's on your back."

You probed around the wound that was already angry and red. The blood has begun to dry. Trying not to cause unnecessary pain you attempted to visually assess the bed of the wound for any debris that may lead to infection.

Instinctively he howled in pain as you began to clean.

"Will you just put a bandaid over it so I can get back to my job?"

You had to admit you were getting some sick satisfaction from this. The wound was clean and you applied an anti bacterial ointment but it was in a location where the skin tended to pull and stretch so you were sure it would bleed throughout the day-

"Are you smoking in my office?"

Hwajin gave you a cheeky grin before blowing smoke toward your face.

The nerve. In retaliation you flicked the inflamed skin while avoiding the actual wound.

"Ouch, you're cute when you get angry," Na laughed.

Your cheeks were scorching, "Okay Mr Na, you're all wrapped up. Stop by at the end of the day so I can change the bandage."

He winked while buttoning up shirt, "I knew you liked seeing me."

"Out." You hissed.

As he walked down the halls he chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait for you to submit to him.

/

Through out the day your mind wandered to Hwajin. Him sitting in front of you, shirtless and rippled with muscle. The parts of his skin left unscarred were so soft compared to his attitude. You wondered if his palms were as soft or were they were rough and calloused.

As if on cue the man walked into your office, catching you during one of your fantasies. Was it already the end of the day? Sure enough, the clock showed school let out half an hour ago.

Just like before he secured the door and stripped off his shirt. The bandage wasn't soaked, but it did need to be changed. The day warped your work and some of the tape was lifted away from his skin.

This time politely in the chair, he hummed as you removed and replaced the soiled bandage.

"Starting tomorrow you should just leave it open to air. This is really just to keep you getting your blood on your shirt. If you start thinking you have an infection go to the hospital." You turned around to discard your gloves.

As you turned back, you bumped into Hwajin Na. He smiled down at you and ruffled your hair, "Thanks, nurse, you took such good care of me. You'll have to let me thank you."

He lowered his mouth to your whisper in your ear, "what should I do for you?"

Your were in a losing position, you didn't want to make eye contact but you couldn't stare straight ahead, he still wasn't dressed and it was too overwhelming. You settled on looking down toward his feet.

You quickly snapped your eyes back up when you notice a bulge trying to push past his pants.

"Uh, no need to thank me. It's my job." You stepped back against the wall, at least giving you a bit more space.

Hwajin placed his arms against the wall so he could close the space between you.

"What's wrong? You're flushed. Let's see if you have a fever." He pressed forehead against your. "You feel a bit warm, but not worrisome."

You stammered, "Uh, Mr Na, it's late so we should probably wrap up."

"Mr Na," he mocked you. "Why do you do that? We're both adults, you can call me Hwajin."

Your eyes darted around the room. Maybe you were being punked. Was he testing you?

"It's respectful, it would be rude to call you by your first name."

He brushed a stand of hair behind your shoulder, pleased with your response.

"Well I can think of other titles you could call me that I would enjoy much more."

You were struggling between your desire and your fear of losing your job. Surely he knew what he was doing to you.

Of course he knew, the gleam in his eyes made that clear.

"Well, it's pretty late and I don't know about you but I'm tired after today so I'll see you tomorrow."

He dropped his hands and you took that as the end of his teasing. But instead he hoisted you against him, grasping the back of your thighs.

"My poor little nurse, I've kept you so busy. How about you lay down and let me help you relax."

"Hwajin, put me down," You smacked his shoulder. Listening, he sat you down the cot you constantly sanitized. In spite of what you were saying you allowed him to crawl on top of you.

"Hmm, now you use my first name, little nurse? And here I thought you were respectful," he nipped at your ears.

You shivered.

"Well pick one," You groaned. "First, no last name, then no first name. What's left."

His tongue darted across your neck while began tearing at your clothes, "how about you just be a good girl and call me 'Sir'."

At this point the primal part of your brain took over as you pathetically began to rub against his thigh. Your Irrational brain didn't need a job, it just needed this man to fuck her.

Nearly all your clothes were discarded to the floor as his mouth began to tease your breasts. Your hand tangled in his hair when sink his teeth into your tender flesh.

"Talk to me baby," he sighed. "Use your words, ask for what you want."

You lay out a whimper and tugged at belt loops, "fuck me."

He pinched your in thigh, "Now that's not using your manners. Am I going to need to teach you to behave?"

You mumbled a response that he could barely hear, eliciting another pinch to your thigh.

You huffed, "fine, please fuck me, Sir"

Pleased with your response he tugged your panties to the side, stroking your soaked pussy with his middle knuckle.

"Atta girl. You're so fucking wet for me. How long have you been waiting to be my little slut?"

He slid one finger inside of you with ease, arching you back as moved inside you. You were trying to fumble at his the button of his pants but he pushed your hands off him.

With a growl he removed his hands and your underwear from your body, "Not yet, although I'm flattered how desperate you are for me. Turn over, ass in the air, show me what's mine."

You were happy to obey, sliding into one of your favorite positions.

"You're not be very nice, sir," You teased. "You could at least remove your pants."

His hands came down hard on your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Watch what you say, unless you like being disciplined. You already know I don't tolerate disobedience. And as much as enjoy your screams, don't forget that just because school is over doesn't mean everyone is gone."

You bite your tongue as he spanked you again. He certainly wasn't holding back. But he was right, there were after school clubs and some teachers stayed as late as 8. His fingers found their way inside your warmth again, fluid dripping from your aching cunt. You had adjust to his rhythm of spanking when his fingers were at their deepest. You felt so close to release. When he withdrew from you yet again.

You let out a frustrated groan until his hand made firm contact with your pussy. Once, twice, three times produce a wet spanking sound. You couldn't hold in your tears, thankful you were a glutton for pain.

"You still with me, princess?" He cooed, getting off the bed. You nodded. "Good girl, hold that position for me just a bit longer."

You nodded again, words evading your mind. You appreciated the coolness produced by the cot. Hwajin repositioned the pillow that had fallen on the floor and removed his belt.

Standing next to you on the bed he finally directed you into another position. He helped you stand, barefoot on the linoleum floor. You were held against his chest as you gathered your bearings.

He nuzzled against your hair, "I'm not a gentle man, if you need to stop at any time you say so okay. And that's an order. Can you do that for me princess?"

You told him you would as he helped you sink your knees to the pillow. He ruffled your hair again, telling you how good you looked. Finally he unzipped his pants, his erect dick right in front of you.

"Look at me."

You complied, tearing your ways away from his cock.

"If you want my dick then prove it. Open up that pretty mouth of yours."

He grabbed you by the hair, guiding your lips his shiny tip. Your tongue circled around him, admiring his taste. You weren't usually self conscious but you couldn't help but be nervous you'd disappoint him. As you began wrap your lips around him, Hwajin inhaled sharply. He gave your hair a gentle tug.

"Eyes on me. Good. You're doing so well. All the way to the base, baby."

You were almost there when there was a knock at your door. Hwajin kept his grip firm on you, instead of allowing you to pull back he shoved his throbbing dick down your throat and began fucking your mouth while putting a finger to his lips. He was smirking like the devil. Your throat constricting in protest.

"Excuse me, nurse," one of the school kids called. Knocking again.

"Fuck," Na muttered as he released into your mouth. Tears spilled over your eyes as you struggled to swallow.

The nock persisted, "hellooo? Come on I need to pick up a physical form."

"She's busy, fuck off."

As the footsteps faded down the hall Na released you from his grasp. He couldn't help but laugh at you when you pouted up at him, your were glistening and your cheeks were rosy and puffy. God, next time he swore he would take a photo of you on your knees after sucking his dick.

"Really, you had to open up your loud mouth," You whined. "You could've just pretended no one was here."

He shrugged in response, helping you off the floor.

This time on the cot you were both undressed. Hwajin sucked and bite on your neck. You nudged him off telling him he was gonna leave a mark.

"You're telling me I can't mark up my little whore?"

"Just not where students can see."

That was fair enough, there were other places he'd rather leave bruises. Between your thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Proof that he had made you his.

He wouldn't bite too rough, not want to scare you off. He planned on making more of these moments with you. You were better in person. Exceeding his late night fantasies.

Finally he began to slide his cock inside you, your pussy searing with pleasure at his size. It was a struggle to control the volume of your moans.

"Does my little slut like that? You want me to stuff you?"

"Please," You cried, needing more or his touch. "Please don't stop, Sir. Please let me cum on your dick."

Hwajin began to pound harder into your tight pussy, admiring how your body reacted to the sheer force of him. Each time he snapped his hips against you, your lush breasts, along with the rest of your body, followed with an intoxicating jiggle.

You were exactly what he needed and he wished to consume you. His mind flashed to images of you tied up and exposed for him, placing all of your trust in him. Or he could snap a pretty collar around your neck and tie you to the bed with a leash, you would be begging him to fuck you like a bitch.

"Tell me need me," he growled. "That no one else can fuck you into submission and make you dumb with pleasure. Your mine and I don't share."

Tears rushed down your face as a mixture of pain and desire burst the pressure in your core. You clenched around him, babbling what he instructed you to and meaning every word.

The tightness of your orgasm shocked both you and Hwajin. Paired along with your heat pushed the man past his limit, releasing his thick cum inside of you. Even through the near blinding pleasure of his own release Hwajin felt a moment of worry, he hadn't meant to pour himself inside of you, he was fully aware he wasn't wearing protect and had gotten your consent.

Between your gasps and moans you were were repeating a breathy thank you. Unless he had died and gone to Heaven You were actually begging him for more of his seed. Crying out that you needed him to stuff you full. The man nearly confessed his love for you on the spot.

However he maintained his composure. Pressing closer to you and guiding you through the high of your orgasm.

He combed his fingers through your hair, whispering praises and reassurance. Telling you to relax into him, he wasn't going anywhere. Finally your grip on him relaxed as a gluttonous smile graced your lips.

Na propped himself up next to you with his elbow. His other hand cupping your face.

You looked at Hwajin, "This doesn't mean I'm going to ignore your behavior towards the students."

"You know, seeing you protective over a bunch of snot nosed punks makes me want to fuck you until your nine months pregnant. It would keep you out of my hair while you were stuck waddling around home safe and sound. Win-win."

You gawked at him. Joking that you had yet to see any paternal instincts from him.

"I am actually great with children so long as their raised right. Like hell I'd let my kids turn out like these delinquents."

The two of you bantered back and forth while re-dressing. It was dark by the time you exited the school. Na was lighting a cigarette the minute he was past the schools threshold. You began to tell him goodnight where the two of you should naturally part ways but Hwajin caught you by the wrist, a confused expression thrown your way.

“Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet," he said, cigarette hanging from his mouth. You were about to respond when he cut you off. "Round two will be so much better in my bed. You'll be lucky if You leave my place in time for work tomorrow. But we should probably feed you first. I gotta take care of my little nurse."

[yandere-daydreams]

Kinktober - Day Ten

Prompt: Public-Sex

Pairing: Shigaraki/Reader (Boku No Hero Academia)

TW: Non-Con, Degradation, Oral Sex, Dumbification, Implied Stalking, Implied Jealousy, Delusional Mindsets, and Unfortunate Implications.

Shigaraki hated people like you.

The preppy type. The oblivious type. The kind that could be shot at point-blank range, and only realize there was a bullet in your fucking brain when the blood started to stain your clothes. You were just some dumb, overdressed thing that waltzed into his bar once or twice a week, hanging on Spinner’s arm or yapping at Dabi’s heels or doing whatever you did with Jin that had you coming back so often, and only leave when you were too drunk to walk and twice as ditzy as you were when you walked in. An moron who never looked over your shoulder as you walked home, never remembered to close your blinds, never gave the man glaring at you from the corner booth a second thought, after one of your oh-so-generous patrons laughed and told you something that made your cheeks flush and your smile widen. Shigaraki hated it. He hated people like that.

And for some reason, he hated you the most.

He’s sure you hated him too, by now, but he was starting to think you were too dumb for something that logical. You’d struggled at first, fought and yelled at him as he cornered you in the dark, grimy alley behind the League’s hideout - but there was no one around to hear you, no one who’d care, and there was nothing your kitten slaps and puppy bites could do after he forced you onto your knees, prying your mouth open as he grappled for something to turn to dust, something cheap and expendable to show you just how much it’d benefit you to mind your manners. But, if there was a drop of that confidence you still had, Shigaraki couldn’t tell. As soon as he’d gotten his message across, you were all bleary eyes, your spine straight but the rest of your body limp. Too much of a fucking idiot to even keep struggling, after he got his dick out.

At least you were useful, like this, his fingers tangled in your hair, your throat fluttering around his cock whenever he dragged your face against his pelvis and let you choke and sputter and drool around him. You were too air-headed to suck properly, too much of a bitch to make this easy for him, forcing him to press his forearm against the uneven brick wall and hunch over you, half his focus on holding himself up, half on fucking into your face. You couldn’t be enjoying it, but he didn’t want you to. He wanted you to learn, and the only way to teach someone like you anything was to pound it into them.

He was giving you too much credit, really. You hadn’t learned much of anything - you hadn’t thought much of anything, not since the back of your head hit something hard and the world around you turned into something distant, all shapes and colors and dark hues that blurred together, making the only clear objects the stranger’s face, his cruel grin. His voice, too, whenever he snapped at you, whenever he called you one of the degrading, disgusting names you thought you’d escaped, when you started frequenting this side of town.

And his cock. You didn’t think you’d be able to ignore that if you tried to.

Your scalp burnt as he jerked you forward, forcing you to gag around him and dig your nails into the fabric pooling on his upper thighs. Trying to keep yourself completely upright was pointless - when he wasn’t threatening you into hollowing out your cheeks and taking him in as far as you could, he was thrusting into your mouth, his hips pistoning in jerky, unpredictable motions as he fought to see just how miserable he could make you. There was a low hiss as he pulled out, your teeth just barely scraping against a prominent vein, but it couldn’t have hurt. He was so quick to push himself back in, to choke you on his cock, nothing he was doing could hurt. Or, it couldn’t be hurting him, at least.

“You’re such a little slut,” He growled, his tone low, raspy, drier than it should’ve been, considering you’d watched him nurse the same drink all night. What did Dabi say about him? You couldn’t remember, but it’d been funny, and you’d punched him in the arm and told him not to talk about people within earshot like that. If you knew what was going to happen, you wouldn’t have laughed at all. Maybe if you’d been a little nicer, he would’ve been, too. 

“I thought you’d be better at this.” Or not, he didn’t really seem like the type to be nice in any situation, much less just because you’d been. “I should’ve known you’d be too dumb for a little practice to make a difference.”

He was being so mean to you. He was being so mean, and you didn’t even know his name.

“You look better with your mouth full.” He was muttering, now, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes hooded, nearly closed as he pulled out, leaving the tip to rest against your parted lips. He was panting, his breathing heavy enough for you to hear over your own hammering heartbeat, but there was nothing rushed or frantic about the way he let go of your hair, reaching down and taking himself by the shaft. Everything about it was lazy, idle, and yet, everything about the way he looked at you, the way he touched himself, all of it was hostile. As dangerous as he was, as dangerous as he’d promised to be, if you tried to run. “If I cum on your tongue, are you going be a good little cum dumpster and swallow?”

You should’ve nodded. You didn’t want to, he tasted like dust and salt and everything awful, but there were worse things, and you really should’ve just agreed. Your body worked faster than your mind, though, and you were shaking your head before you could stop yourself, tears blurring your vision, all the panic you’d pushed down rising back up before you could think better than to let it. But, he didn’t seem angry. If anything, his grin only seemed to broaden as he pushed himself away, stroking his cock and…

Something warm splattered across your chest, soaking into your shirt and making something in your rib cage snap.

He came on your clothes.

He came on your clothes.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream, but it was all you could to sit back and stare up at him as he tucked his flaccid cock into his pants, barely sparing you a second glance before scoffing, pushing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and taking a step back, watching as you failed to do anything to help yourself. He was still smiling, still sneering, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he took you by the arm, pulling you to your feet. About the abrupt softness in his voice, when he spoke to you, again.

You didn’t think you could care about much of anything, right now.

"I’ll walk you home. It’s the least I could do, for my new favorite whore.”

[jalapeno-princess]

Park Jinyoung NSFW A-Z Rated 18+

A-Aftercare

The only time Jinyoung submits and does whatever you ask of him is after the two of you make love. He is very attentive whenever it comes to aftercare and wants to make sure you’re well taken care of before either of you goes to sleep. He’ll start up a shower for the both of you but if you’re too much in pain, he’ll run you a bath. Once the two of you are done if it doesn’t end in round two then Jinyoung will blow dry your hair and change you in to one of his shirts. In my opinion, Jinyoung portrays himself to be a very strict and assertive person, but he’s extremely soft whenever it comes to you.

B-Body Part

Your neck. Jinyoung has made it known that the most attractive body part on a woman is the back of her neck. This man will purposely buy you a bunch of necklaces because he loves how elegant and classy they look on you. He also makes it known that he loves it whenever you put your hair up in a bun or a ponytail because not only can he see your pretty little face better, but because he loves looking at the back of your nape. To your dismay, he has a habit of leaving love bites all along your neck but seeing you marked up is such a turn on to him. He wants people to know your bed is spoken for.

C-Cum

He loves coming inside of you. This man is a huge fan of hitting it raw. Feeling your tight, velvety walls clench around him drives Jinyoung insane. Something about releasing his load inside of you excites him, especially if the two of you come together. However, he will only have raw sex with someone he’s in a relationship with. With that being said, if the two of you are just hooking up, he’ll come on your stomach or on your ass. It all depends on the position. If you’re sucking him off, he’ll pull out before he comes and paint your face with his warm, creamy liquid. You’ve scolded him for it a couple of times, but he makes jokes about your face being a blank canvas and his dick being the paintbrush.

D-Dom or sub

DOM. Don’t get me started. I just know this man is a dom, have you seen the way he controls JB and sometimes takes on the leader roll? Even around Jackson, Yugyeom and BamBam, he makes it known whose in charge. He’s no different whenever it comes to the bedroom. I personally get sadist vibes from him. He loves hearing you beg, loves edging you and bringing you to the peak of your climax only to stop you from orgasming. The fucker will even get you to cry from pleasure and not being able to come. If the two of you get in to an argument, good luck. Angry sex with Jinyoung is a mind blowing experience. He will degrade you, will literally fuck the shit out of you and if you really upset him, he’ll make you chase your own high. However, if you’re a good girl, he’ll give you what you deserve.

E-Experience

He knows exactly what he’s doing. I feel like he isn’t opposed to having one night stands, but he prefers to make love rather than just having sex. The longer the two of you are together, the better the sex gets. He’s very confident whenever it comes to making love; he knows exactly what to do to make you scream, to beg for more. The scratches you leave on his back are proof of how good he really is. However, he constantly asks for reassurance. He wants to make sure you’re having as much fun as he is.

F-Favorite position

Cowgirl. He loves watching you ride him. Just because you’re on top means nothing to him; he’s a power bottom. Seeing your breasts bounce as you sink up and down on his dick drives this man wild. If he feels you slowing down; whether it’s because you’re close, tired, or trying to tease him, he will roughly thrust himself inside of you. Hearing your ass clap against his pelvis every time you sit back down on him is one of his favorite sounds. He also enjoys hiding his face in your neck and biting down gently on your skin when he’s about to come. If he’s feeling adventurous, he will bring one of your titties in to his mouth.

G-Grooming

I don’t know if it’s because I feel like he’s such a classy guy (not that the other members aren’t they’re all so proper and I’m sure their hygiene is A1) but I feel like Jinyoung is completely bare down there. He’s so clean-cut and I feel like he’d want everything about him to be up-kept. Like, he has no tattoos, no piercings and not once did he ever color his hair anything other than a lighter shade of brown and I feel it’s because he wants to keep up the “innocent” and “proper” status. However, he doesn’t force you to do the same. He doesn’t care what you look like down there, he will go down on you regardless.

H-Humor

He’ll throw in a couple of jokes here and there; but for the most part he likes to keep a sensual and romantic atmosphere when it comes down to it. But if a joke that he heard pops in to his mind, or if he comes up with a pick up line while he’s pounding himself inside of you, he’ll blurt it out earning himself a soft chuckle from you. However, the playful banter never really interrupts your love making sessions and sometimes it makes it all the more enjoyable.

I-Intimacy

Making love to you is one of his favorite past times. Especially if the two of you haven’t seen each other in a while. Although he’s not a fan of pda in public, it’s a whole different thing when the two of you are alone. He’s clingy to the tenth degree. Even when the two of you are making love, he always has to be touching you, kissing you, holding you; anything that will remind him that you are real and not a figment of his imagination. Jinyoung is a huge fan of cuddling especially when the two of you are naked. Although the two of you can be doing your own things, he always wants you around.

J-Jack off

Going back to his sadistic ways, if you make him mad, or if he is jealous even if it isn’t your fault he will give himself a hand job in front of you and you’re not allowed to touch him at all. Jinyoung prefers the real thing over masturbation, but if he’s on tour or filming a movie and you aren’t around to help him, he’ll help himself find release. However, he’ll face time you or have you send him some nudes to bring him closer to his end.

K-Kink

Since he’s obsessed with your neck and because he’s the definition of dominant, he has a huge choking kink. The first time he wrapped his hands around your neck was an accident but when you clenched around him and got even tighter after the ministration, he knew it was going to be a reoccurring thing (with your consent of course). He even finds him playfully choking you when the two of you aren’t even having sex but it usually ends up in steamy and passionate love making sooner or later. Daddy kink. He loves being called daddy, especially when he’s eating you out. You have a habit of chanting it as he fucks you doggy style, so he’ll make sure to be rough with every plunge. It’s just as much of a turn on as hearing you beg is. Role play. There’s a catch to this, the two of you have to plan the role play before you have sex. One time you surprised him and bought a sexy nurse outfit with intentions of ��nursing him back to health” since he was so exhausted with his back to back schedules and the two of you had such a wild time. Since that night, he’s bought you a few more outfits and even a couple of toys to make the experience all the more fun. Exhibitionism. Jinyoung loves watching the two of you having sex. He purposely chose an apartment with mirrors on the closet doors so he could watch himself fucking you. Both you and Jinyoung even agreed with filming your own home videos to watch whenever you were in the mood but weren’t together.

L-Location

He is a very private person, so sex usually happens in the bedroom or in the shower. However, if there’s a situation where the two of you are out in public and you happen to turn him on by what you are wearing, he won’t be able to make it to the bedroom and end up fucking you up against the refrigerator or up against the kitchen counter.

M-Motivation

Loves hearing you beg. It’s what gets him off. In Jinyoung’s eyes, you are the most delicate flower and he wants nothing more than to give you the world you deserve. However, something about hearing you beg for him to fuck your mouth or to blow your back out knowing the softspoken and shy person you are gets his eyes rolling to the back of his head. To your dismay, even if you do whatever he tells you to, he won’t give you what you wants just because he loves it when you beg.

N-No

He is a fan of BDSM, but only when it comes to you. You will never get this man to submit, no matter how much you ask and try to bribe him in to it. There was only one time he allowed you to dom him, and it was on your birthday. As hot as it was having you handcuff him to the bed, he hated not being in control. He also hates not being able to see and he’s sure you feel the same way, so absolutely no blindfolds. And no teasing. At all. If you’re going down on him, he will shove himself down your throat before you can even think about teasing him.

O-Oral

The only time you will get this man to beg, is when his cock is in your mouth. He loves face fucking; seeing you on your knees as his dick goes in and out of your mouth is one of his favorite sights. He knows that it must hurt, so he tries his best not to go too fast however; feeling how tight and warm your mouth is, he can’t help but want to thrust himself down your throat at a rapid pace. So he’ll ask if you can swallow him completely and if he can go faster. Prefers receiving head over giving it, but that’s only because of how good you are at blowing him. That doesn’t mean he won’t return the favor. Jinyoung is very generous when it comes to sex and he eats you out almost every single time you make love to one another. He’s gone down on you enough to know where to lick and suck that will get you screaming.

P-Pace

Depends on the situation. If he’s angry, hasn’t seen you in a while or he knows he’s going away for a couple of weeks, he won’t go easy on you. The two of you actually had to go out and purchase a new headboard because of how fast and hard your last few love making sessions have been. But if things are a bit more passionate and sensual and the both of you have time, he’ll take things slow. He prefers being able to love on your body and taking his time with you.

Q-Quickies

He’s not opposed to them, but if the two of you are able to, he would prefer making love to you. If you just so happened to turn him on, he’ll ask you to either blow him or jack him off and he’ll fuck you up against a wall if time permits him to. But if there is a situation where you turn him on and he knows you both are heading home right afterwards, he’ll just wait till then. In fact, it makes the sex even more hotter and eventful.

R-Risk

Since he is at the peak of his career with being an idol and an actor, he has no plans of having kids as of right now. He’ll suggest that you go on birth control but only if you want to. However, he makes it known that he can’t wait to settle down and start a family with you when the time comes. Also, like I’ve mentioned earlier, since Jinyoung is a very private guy, he won’t have sex where anyone could walk in on the two of you. As kinky the idea is of having someone see the two of you fucking, he doesn’t want anyone seeing you naked and in your erotic element other than himself.

S-Stamina

For someone who is constantly working, he has a very high sex drive. He just loves sex and he loves you. So even if he had a very exhausting day filled with multiple schedules, he’ll gain energy by just the thought of burying himself in between your thighs. He can go multiple rounds if you’re up for it. If anything, you’re the one that has a hard time keeping up with him.

T-Toys

He was scrolling on social media one day when he just so happened to stumble upon a remote controlled vibrator and he was quick to purchase it. As soon as it arrived, he couldn’t wait to use it on you. When he showed you what he bought, you were nervous yet very intrigued and put it inside of you. The two of you went out for lunch that day and let’s just say you had to take your food to go because you were over-stimulated and he got hard watching your fucked out expressions. Best purchase ever.

U-Unfair

Won’t let you come unless he tells you to. Jinyoung will make you work for your orgasms. Sometimes begging isn’t even enough for him. One time you threatened him by saying you’d call one of his friends to help you find your release which ended up with you calling out sick from work that week because you were in so much pleasurable pain and couldn’t feel your legs.

V-Voice

He tends to bite his lip or hide his face in your neck to prevent himself from being loud but your name will fall from his lips like a mantra whenever you ride him. You can also expect a few curses, animalistic grunts and a couple of breathy moans when you’re sucking him dry and if he’s hitting it from the back, he’ll whisper dirty things in your ear and praise you for how well you’re taking him.

W-Wild card

He has a secret folder in his phone of all the nudes he’s either taken of you or that you’ve sent to him on top of some homemade videos and audio and he finds himself looking through them while he’s away and even if you’re together. He’s just obsessed with your beauty and thinks you’re an actual goddess. Thinks you’re the most beautiful when you’re naked. Might or might not have a few nude polaroids of you in his wallet.

X-Ray

Y-Yearning

You and Jinyoung have sex almost every single day, if not every other day. The only time he really wants sex is when he can’t have it. So whenever he’s away, that’s when he craves to be inside of you.

Z-ZZZ

Although his schedules run him dry of all his energy, he’s a sucker for pillow talk. No matter how many rounds the two of you go, you can expect him to stay up for at least an hour so that the two of you can catch up on life. He doesn’t like falling asleep too early because he already feels like he doesn’t get to see you enough and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible.

[sorryimviolet]

 Heatless Fire Summary: Lilith had gotten a job at a haunted house in hopes of scaring the shit out of at least a few people, but she had no idea what was in store for her... or who. Warning: dom/sub situation, degradation, bloodplay, cursing, kinky sex, roughness, mentions of drugs and alcohol use, knifeplay, daddy kink, smuttiness, various kinks. (Can you guess my kinks yet?) All characters in this work are above the age of 18. Authors Note: Ever since I saw that clip of LoC on V’s instagram I wanted to write a Faust fic, and I finally had some time on my hands to write one! I would like to thank @dreamtherapy​ and @ill-skillsgard​ for providing me with inspiration for this lovely piece of work, and all of you for supporting me! It means so much that you read what I write, I love you all so much, and as always, any form of constructive criticism is appreciated. Love and Hugs, -Vi ˗`ˏOne-Shot requests are open!ˎˊ˗ 

Lilith wasn’t one to complain, even in the most dire of situations, so when she’d heard about a job opening to work at a haunted house, she was elated beyond measure. It was something for her to look forward to after she had gone through a tough breakup a few weeks prior, and to make a little bank while she was in town. She had packed up everything and moved back to her hometown in hopes of starting over and forgetting all about the fuckboy who cheated on her. The lights were hung, all of the props were in place, the costumes were ready, now all she needed was to wait for her first victim. It was about a 15 minute walk through the house from where the entrance was to where she stood, but she was anything but bored. Lilith observed her surroundings, dumbfounded at what an amazing job they all had done of decorating the entire three story house. She heard large footsteps down the hallway, beginning to approach where she was and she made sure she was hidden, just before jumping out and screaming. The man seemed unimpressed at her costume and her facade overall. “A bloody nurse? Really? How am I supposed to be afraid of someone who’s dressed like such a nice piece of ass?” His comment was derogatory and sexual, but she couldn’t deny her intrigue of the man before her. He was definitely unique in the way he dressed and carried himself, and she suspected the bullet belt, chains, and black apparel was his usual attire. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, acting as if his lingering gaze upon her breasts weren’t luring her in. “The exit’s down the hall asshole.” He seems to ignore the fact that she even spoke at all. “You wanna party? My friend is throwing this wicked party at the record store down the street if you want to swing by after.” He proposes, licking his lips and sizing her up. “Not a chance.” “Well, if you change your mind sweetcheeks, ask for Faust.” He winks and leaves without another word. Lilith had thought it over again and again for the next hour and she determined it was a bad idea. Yet, when her shift ended she found her way to the record shop and the party was in full swing by the time she arrived. There was screeching loud black metal playing in the speakers, she had heard it before she walked through the door. Lilith peered around looking for Faust, but all she saw were people smashing bottles, smoking, and yelling over the too-loud music. She seemed so out of her realm, as if she had stepped through a portal from the outside world and arrived in another dimension. She felt almost normal in the overcrowded vicinity of the record store, filled with misfits of society reigning in chaos. She waded through the waves of people, scanning the room for a familiar face, but failed to come across one; in turn, she located a small flight of declining stairs to the right of the room. Her curiosity and anticipation had gotten the best of her, causing her to descend the steps in search of the mysterious man by the name of Faust. Lilith’s long, black curls bouncing with each step of her heel-clad feet. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” Faust said, his lips smirking before downing the rest of what was in his beer bottle. “I knew you would come.” “Don’t flatter yourself,” she said, glancing around the room, “Pretty nice setup you got here.” Lilith’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the basement-like area, and was able to read the obscenities scrawled on the wall, many in other languages. He walked closer to her, the further he came to her, the more she backed up until her back hit the brick wall. She was pinned in the corner like prey. “I think we both know why you came here.” Faust’s voice lowered, and his breath reeked of beer. “And what’s that?” She fired back, unamused by his attitude. “You want me to break you—hurt you—fuck you—make you scream,” Faust said, wedging her legs open with his knee. She was at a loss for words, his face inching towards hers one of his hands grabbing a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back to expose her neck. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He smirked when she didn’t answer and let go of her, motioning to a back room in the basement. “Let’s go Repunzel, I don’t have all damn day.” Faust said when she hadn’t moved, and she felt a twinge of regret spark inside of her. They turned once they were inside and looked at each other for a moment, and Faust was the first one to speak, “Why don’t you be a good whore for me and get on your knees?” “What?” She asked, even though she had heard him clear as day. “Did I fucking stutter?” Lilith shook her head no and took the initiative to kneel while he unbuckled his belt, her wide green irises glinting in the dull light. She felt the need to retaliate, but this is what she came here for, isn’t it? He freed his cock from the tight confines of his pants, giving himself a few strokes and popping her cheek with his free hand. She opened her mouth and licked from the base of him to the tip and swirled her tongue around the head. When he was at full solidity, she took him in her mouth using her other hand to grip his cock as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Faust tilted his head back and let out a deep moan when he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, lacing his fingers in her hair and thrusting his hips forward violently. She gagged and held onto the sides of his hips, letting him use her mouth for his pleasure. The more she struggled for air, the more it seemed to turn him on, the way Lilith moaned around him and the way redness entered her face made his cock twitch. He let go of her briefly, allowing her to gasp for air and she immediately returned to pleasing him, as if she had never stopped; encircling her hand around his shaft and jerking him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the bubble of precum that began to seep out, before taking him back into her mouth and sinking all the way down. The faint trail of hair from his navel to the hilt of his cock tickled her when it grazed her nose, but she didn’t dare stop. She flattened her tongue against him and moaned, creating a sensitive vibration around him. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna bust.” Faust groaned, taking hold of her hair and forcing her to take him deeper as he released into her mouth. When he finished, she let go with a wet pop, standing back up onto her feet. Lilith’s eyes widened when he produced a switchblade from the back pocket of his black jeans, “Are you going to hurt me?” She said, trying her best not to let her fear show. All she got was a dark laugh and a smirk in return. Faust walked behind her, grabbing her by the hair and holding the knife to her throat, “You’ve messed with the wrong guy little girl,” he said with a click of his tongue. Her heartbeat sped up ten-speed, she didn’t know what this man was capable of, it was as if the fear and adrenaline was turning her on and she hated herself for it. An attractive, psychotic metal head puts a knife to her throat and she likes it? What was she thinking? Her thoughts raced, and it was only a matter of time before something bad happened. “Is that supposed to scare me?” Lilith said, her defiance angering him. Faust dug the knife a little deeper into her skin, threatening to draw blood. “You better watch your mouth, little girl. I’m not someone you want to fuck with.” He began to drag the knife down from her throat, scratching the surface of her skin with the tip, until it dipped down in between her breasts. “You’re a bad girl aren’t you? You want me to hurt you, want me to use you, isn’t that right?” He sheared the front of her nurse costume, exposing the swell of her breasts. “Answer me.” Faust demanded, getting irritated at Lilith’s lack of response. “Or what? You’ll ‘kill me’?” She spat, her attitude disguising all fear she had towards him. He was amused at her defiance towards him, usually girls are easily molded like putty in his hands the second they see the knife, but this one bit back, and it intrigued him. Faust dragged the knife across the swell of her breast, creating a long, narrow gash upon it, and Lilith gasped. “You’re full of bad intentions aren’t you?” She said as the cut began to bleed, Faust wrenching her head back by her hair once again, bending her over a nearby table littered with papers. “You have no fucking idea.” He said, ridding himself of his clothes. When he was fully nude, he ran his fingers up the back of her thigh, and clicked his tongue when he remarked she wasn’t wearing panties. Little did he know that she had taken them off and placed them in her car on her walk to the mysterious record store. “You came because you wanted to get fucked dirty didn’t you?” “What can I say,” she paused, “the danger gets me high.” Lilith said it and she wasn’t lying, she always had a knack for getting herself into trouble, and she always extracted satisfaction in it. Faust smacked her ass and rode the skirt of her dress above her hips, smirking as he kneaded the flesh beneath his fingers. He stroked his cock a few times to bring himself back to full solidity and then guided himself into her before snapping his hips into her and sinking himself deep within her walls. The velvet warmth caused him to release a gruff moan, relishing in the feeling of her tightness around him. Faust grabbed onto her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust of his hips. Her moans and gasps fueled the fire within him, his adrenaline rushing through his body. “Fuck me like you mean it, bad boy.” Lilith says glancing back at him, her eyes glazed over with pure lust and desire for the strange man before her. He growled and thrusted his hips harder and faster into her, causing her to let out a tiny squeak every time he hit her g-spot. “Tell Daddy you’re his little whore, sugar.” Faust moaned out, his pace unrelenting. “I’m your little whore, Daddy, all yours.” Lilith gasped, pushing her hips back against him. “I want all of you in me.” He didn’t hold back, giving her all of him, and he then snaked one of his hands around her and began to rub circles on her clit while he pounded into her from behind. “You like it when I rub that little clit of yours while I fuck your pussy?” He says, in an almost rhetoric manner. “D-don’t s-stop” She muttered, her brain in too much of a state of bliss and euphoria to give a straight answer. But it all ended too soon, Faust retracted from her and flipped her over, walking over to the couch. She whined at the loss of contact, and quickly followed him to the dingey couch that had no doubt been vomited on several times. Lilith couldn’t bring herself to care though, she climbed atop of him and sunk down until her cunt swallowed each inch. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him as she rode him, his hips trusting up into her. Lilith moaned into his mouth, as a result of his resumed stimulation on her clit. She felt herself rapidly reaching her peak, and she didn’t know how much longer she could take his abuse to her sensitive core. “Faust I’m gonna come, I can’t take it anymore.” She pleaded, and he landed a firm, hard smack to her ass in return, “Daddy.” She corrected herself. The closer she got to her orgasm the more she clenched down on him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to choke her as he began to reach his too. “I’m not on birth control.” She managed to weakly say with his fingers constricting her throat. Faust didn’t care, he continued to fuck her with all of his strength, ravaging her insides. She was so close to her release, all she needed was one more push to help her lose control. “Fuck I love the way your pussy clenches when I choke you, it makes me so fucking hard.” He grabbed her hips and made one last rock of his hips and she shook and convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her body. Faust grunted and pushed her off of him, using his hand to finish himself off. Lilith lays her lead on his broad chest and stays there for a while, absorbing the moment; the sweat, the silence, and the lust. When she moves away from him she glances over at him, watching him intently as he reaches for a cigarette and leans back against the pillows of the dank couch. It was the silence that bothered her most. There hadn't been a vast majority of conversation between them, and even when there had been, it was accompanied by snarls or smirks. But she soon left without a word, and found herself wondering if they’ll ever cross paths again. 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[therenlynn]

Falling For You- An LGBTQ+ Story

Hey Loves!

I got this story idea not too long ago and wanted to know what people thought. So I wrote some of it. This is written in more of a oneshot format I’d love to know what you guys think of it. If people like it I’ll write more. I’m mostly just writing this to get feedback from people. If you love it, tell me. If you hate it, tell me. If you think it's the most mediocre thing you've ever read, tell me. Don’t worry about offending me or anything because I’m asking for it. I don't mind negative comments about the story itself, but comments about the LGBTQ+ community that are in any way, shape or form meant to attack people or to degrade them, those comments will not be tolerated and will be reported. This page is a safe place of love and acceptance, let’s keep it that way.

I cannot take all the credit for this story. I seriously need to thank my friends Annika (@neekpie/https://neekpie.tumblr.com/Go follow her) and Leo. They helped me to write and edit this story a lot and not crediting them would literally be a freaking crime. So thanks you guys. Go follow them, they're two of the coolest people I know.

Well I hope you enjoy reading this, don’t forget to comment and tell me what you think! 

Thanks for reading this

 When I open the door to go downstairs I can feel the world spinning under me. The all too familiar feeling that comes on before I have a not so subtle reboot. God only knows what’s triggering it this time. Is it too hot in the room? Am I slightly dehydrated? Is my glucose off? Is my body just being a jerk? All the questions go flowing through my mind like a river, but I can’t help but feel annoyed that I’m either going to faint again just like a few days ago or I feel like I’m about to faint yet again. Then I see her. The girl I can only describe as “Pretty Girl.” She was beautiful with mocha skin, kind eyes and height that sank far below most people’s. She walks. I walk. She comes up the stairs. We’re going to pass each other. She looks as beautiful as ever. Bangs pulled out of her face, headphones out for once which was a rare occurrence for her. Her chocolate eyes meet mine as I hold the door open for her and she quietly utters “Thanks,” as she’s about to walk through the door.

“You're wel-”

My eyes open to her hovering over me, eyes wide and staring directly into mine. “Oh my god. Are you okay?” She asks with a look of pure shock, she honestly looks terrified. I nod slightly, still feeling weak. “Come here,” She helps me sit up to sit against the wall. Her hand comes up and pushes a few loose strands of hair out of my face. I'm glad I just fainted, because if I hadn’t I would’ve said something stupid when she touched me. She pulled her water bottle out of the side pocket of her backpack “Here, drink some.”

“Thanks,” I whisper taking it and taking a couple small sips and handing it back to her.

“Are you okay?” She asks again putting the water bottle back in her bag, never quite breaking eye contact.

“I'm fine,” I say with a chuckle. “This happens all the time.”

“Really?” Her eyes grow even wider than before.

“Really.”

“We should go to the nurse anyway. I mean just in case.” My heart nearly stops when she says ‘we’. 

“Yeah, guess so,” I laugh casually, hopefully letting her know that it’s okay, and that it's not as serious a situation as she thinks it is. “I didn't hit my head or anything, did I?” I ask as I stand up and push myself off the wall. She keeps a close eye while I do this, probably to make sure that I don't faint again or whatever.

“No, I don't think so,” she says. While she speaks, she looks at the floor around us as if she’s searching for something that I can't quite put my finger on.

“Okay good.” I smile. “Just wanted to make sure because I’ve done that before.” We pick up our bags and start toward the office. She opens the door this time. 

“You have?”

“Like I said, I faint all the time. It's so annoying.” I over exaggerate the word annoying.

“Wow,” She laughs slightly, as if asking permission for it to be okay to laugh.

“Yeah. I had someone screaming ‘this girl is dead! This girl is DEAD’ once when it happened at the grocery store and I came to about 45 seconds after falling.” I laugh and shake my head at the memory.

“Wait, really?” She giggles. 

“Yes! It was so ridiculous!” I exclaim.

“People are so dumb,” she shakes her head, she’s still laughing. She has a nice laugh. It’s cute. “I’m Adrianna by the way.” I knew that, but acted like I didn’t. 

“Rosie.” She reaches out to shake my hand and I take it. It’s warm. Mine are freezing as always. They say when you touch the hands of someone special you feel a spark. I can tell you that statement is one hundred percent true, even as cheesy as it sounds, and that it’s worth the wait. She nearly jumps when she feels how cold my hand is. 

“Sorry. They’re always cold.” I say apologetically.

“You don't need to apologize for what you can’t control.” She smiles and shakes her head. She rearranges our hands and interlaces our fingers and we walk silently to the nurse’s office together. 

‘Dear God, why is she still holding my hand?’ I think as we approach the office. I never want to let go of her. I can’t help but notice that our hands fit perfectly together. Like puzzle pieces and her hand was the piece I didn’t know I was missing. I feel the blush seeping into my cheeks, I try to hide it, but I fail. 

“Again Rosie?” Nurse Jacobs says when I walk in. (We’ve gotten pretty well acquainted at this point seeing as how I’m always here.) Adrianna drops my hand hastily. 

“Yep. In the hallway by the steps.” 

“Did you hit your head?” This is literally a dance. We do this every few days. Same thing. Every. Single. Time. 

“I see you’ve brought Miss Adrianna with you?” She asks eyeing her. Her face turns a light pink and she looks down at her well worn dark orange converse high top and nods. I didn’t realize until now that she’s holding my book. I set my bag down and sit in the chair. Nurse Jacobs grabs a small device off her desk and clips it on my finger. 

“Adrianna,” Nurse Jacobs says and Adrianna takes her eyes off of her shoes “you can go to class now, thank you for helping out.” She nods, sets my book down next to me, gives me a little smile and leaves without another word. She’s beautiful. The quiet beeping of the device pulls me from my thoughts and transfers my focus down to my finger. Itreads 72 as a pulse rate and a 90 for blood oxygen rate. Which is pretty decent. I run low on everything. “What was your BP this morning?” She asks scribbling the numbers in a notepad on her desk.

“97 over 64,” I say “Kinda low.”

“A little bit.” She sighs “You feeling okay now?”

“I'm good right now,” I answer, staring up at the ceiling.

“Okay, you can go back to class or lay down, it's your call.”

“I’ll just go to class, I feel just fine.” I stand up and pick up my bag and my book, wondering what class Adrianna went to.

“Just keep an eye on the levels, don't ignore them.”

“I won't I promise.” I grin. “Thanks.”

“Have a nice day, Rosie.”

“You too,” I say and push open the metal door to leave.

After dinner that night, I opened my book to where I left off last. A little shred of paper fell out and it said,

“(xxx) xxx-xxxx -Adrianna ❤️ :)”

The x’s at the end are a stand in for a phone number (in case you didn't get it) because I don’t want a random person in Connecticut or Utah or whatever to get calls from random people for no reason. Tell me what you think!

Thanks loves!

-Renlynn

[chimtaesty]

Home pt.3 (end)

pairing: OT7 (BTS) X READER | 3.1k

warning: mentions of abuse

plot: You're being adopted from 7 men after being in the shelter for only a month. Your former home was abusive and those characteristics show themselves here and there

A/N: Hi, I tried to write a big good ending I hope you enjoy it. I'm currently working on the masterlist and everything as well so stay tuned :)

masterlist | part1 part2 part3

Your eyes flutter open and you can smell the awful stinging smell of hospitals. It almost rips your nostrils apart by how you hate this smell. But this isn't a vet, not at all. It's a human hospital which you shouldn't be at.

You look around you and the only thing you can focus on are the five men asleep on chairs and two on their phones, not noticing you. You grunt lightly as you want to sit up. “Y/N, how are you?” you recognise Yoongi’s voice without looking at him. You can't and don't want to talk at the moment so you nod at him hoping he'll understand. The others wake up and surround you a little. “I've been better” you wring out. Jin chuckles and lays a hand onto your forehead. “You should be out of hear soon, maybe an hour” he assures and you smile.

A nurse comes in and you tense up. “Since when have you been awake, sweetheart?” she's an elderly lady with a warm smile. You loosen up a little by her nice attitude. She looks at your board and checks the small monitor you're connected with. “You hit your head and your side pretty hard” she says as she writes down what she sees on the monitor. “You can feel lucky for them to be as nice to bring you here” she points at the boys “Not a lot of people do that” she whispers. “You can pack your stuff and leave through P1. Your arm can get better at home as well” she smiles and pets your arm as she leaves. The boys help you out of the bed and off the monitor to leave to P1.

The nurse was so nice to leave a wheelchair in front of your room. The boys leave with you and you are able to look around a little. The hospital seems nice and welcoming, not like the vets you were ‘put together’ at before. The side to your right has a big glass front and you can see the big garden with the city behind it. “That's it” you can hear someone in front of you. Out of curiosity, whyever someone would scream around in a hospital, you look into the direction the voice came from. And your breath gets stuck in your throat. “Namjoon” you whisper and grasp his hand to your left. You can't see if he looks at you because you're too focused on the woman from the shelter as she points at you.

She walks fast with an angry expression plastered on her face. As she is almost right in front of you she makes a motion to slap you across the face but Namjoon is fast enough to hold her hand. “What do you think you're doing here?” he asks calmly. She looks at you with so much anger that her brows are so extremely furrowed for a second it seems that this little crease between her brows is going to stay there. “She needs to be executed, she shows misbehaviour and no respect” she snarls and your eyebrows rush upwards. “And how come?” you ask. “You're not allowed to talk unless I ask you too” she threatens and points at you furiously. You shake your head “And that's where you're wrong. I am allowed to talk when I want to and I don't have to take your orders nor anyone else's. So please step to the side that we can go home” you smile at her and make a motion for her to step aside. “You fucking animal” she almost screams. Not a moment later jungkook points at her and the securities takes care of helping her outside.

“What the hell was that?” Hobi snaps and expresses his anger. “I don't know, but something's wrong with her” you add.

As you leave to the front of hospital over to the parking lot you can see her leaning on her car. You roll your eyes and point to her as Namjoon looks at you “For fucks sake” he whispered.

As Jungkook helps you up to jump into the car the lady walks towards your car “Lady listen, I don't know what's wrong with you but please leave us the fuck alone” Namjoon says as he blocks her off. “You don't know what she has done” she tries to stand her ground “She's a furious animal and she won't back out to kill you as well.” You stand there and look at her getting angry yourself “What do you mean?” he asks and she smiles.

“You know, the first time she came back was because she killed the father of the family. She ripped him into pieces. The second time she injured a teenager badly and the last time she killed the mother of the family. She isn't the human being you think she is, she is an animal and she won't back down to kill one of you either” she hisses and you close your eyes.

“You're rather dumb to keep her” she snarls. and in that moment something snaps inside of you. It's nothing big but it's still degrading and no one should be degraded. Anger bubbles inside of you.

You rip yourself from Jungkook's grasp and walk some steps towards her. Namjoon helps you to stand. “You're right, I killed them. I killed them out of the simple reason that I was in danger. The father raped me, I tolerated that but he was about to kill his kid so I attacked and killed him instead in the blink of an eye with just two bites into his throat. The boy who I injured wanted me to give him a blowjob, I refused and ripped two of his fingers off as he started to touch me and the mother stabbed me twice as I refused to take unnecessary punishment before I slid her throat but my injuries were ignored. I care about these seven men more than my own life. They've given me shelter, love and equal treatment. So don't call me a animal because I'm partly human and the only thing I was trying to do was survive and that's a human trait.”

She looks at you with big eyes and it's completely silent the only sound is the busy road so you let go of Namjoon to stand right in front of her “With all of the shit you did and still are doing you would surely sit in jail for the rest of your life.” You grab her jaw and look down at her “I would leave me and my boys alone if you don't want the animal to kill your two little kids as well” you whisper. She shrieks away from you “How do you know?” you chuckle. “I know more than you think, leave me the fuck alone” you whisper and turn around. “Let's go home”

-

As the car is starting you can hear Jungkook laugh and clap “Y/N! I didn't know you could be so scary” you smile “I could've ripped her vocal cords out if I wanted to. Don't underestimate me kookie” you smile “kookie, I like you calling me that” he smiles. You smile and lean your head against his shoulder. “Now look at that, a pretty confident Y/N is coming to show herself” Jin cheers and you giggle “I've taken her shit for too long” you smile. Tae pats your head and you fall asleep.

-

A female scream startles you out of your sleep and you jump hysterically. Suddenly your face comes in contact with a hard cold surface and pain pierces your cheek. “Y/N” Jimin whispers as you sit up to register where the hell you are or what is going on. “Y/N, are you okay?” Jimin asks again and you nod your head. “We were just watching a movie. We didn't think it would scare you that bad” he pats your back and you nod “It's alright” you whisper back.

The sound of the doorbell ringing catches the attention and Namjoon goes on his way to open the door. Namjoon argues quite loudly but suddenly two men with a leash storm into the living room. Your eyes go wide and your breath hitches in your throat. “You can't” Namjoon shouts but they already harshly yank the leash around your throat. You can barely breath as you try to get the thing around your throat off. Due to you not receiving enough oxygen everything seems a little blurry. Jungkook tries to hold onto your arm as the others scream furious but the men already have you in their grasp.

“Your hybrid has been confiscated due to threats and other criminal acts it has done. It will be held at the local hybrid shelter until you're ready for court. Miss Hang, a nurse at the shelter brought this to our notice. You most likely know her so please get ready for court. If there are no further questions then your hybrid will be going with us”

the man with the black suit says and cough loudly. “And you didn’t think that I could just go with you? Is it necessary that you drag me out of here while choking me half to death?” you snarl.

He smiles and nods “Those are the rules, let's go” he motions the men behind you.

-

The cell floor is cold and the only thing they gave you was a small blanket. The door opens and a woman brings in some food but it's not on a plate it's in a dog bowl. She tries to pet you but you hold her hand before she can touch your hair “Don't” you whisper and let go of her hand. “Eat up” she whispers and leaves the cell. You refuse to eat out of a bowl the moment you think of Jin’s food.

You witness the sun go down seven times and the moon standing up in the dark night sky six times. You haven't had a shower since the day they put you in here and you're slowly getting tired of the grey walls surrounding you.

You think about the boys, how worried they must be. And all of that just because this woman can't seem to leave you alone.

The door to the cell opens and two men with a leash come to your sight. You sigh and walk up to them “Your owners are here” You nod and put the leash around your neck yourself.

The men practically push you to the room where you met them first. The door opens and they push you in. They all sit there staring at you. You must look so gross, you haven't even seen yourself for a whole week. Your head is dizzy because you haven't been eating a lot, eating for one day only because they brought it on a plate when you refused to eat out of a bowl. They couldn't let you die after all.

“Y/N” Namjoon whispers and makes an attempt of hugging you but you block it. “I haven't showered in a week, I'm gross” you frown and he nods. A man in a grey suit stands up and holds his hand into your direction “Hi Y/N, I am Im Jaebum and I am the lawyer to defend your case” he introduces himself. You chuckle as you sit down not shaking his hand. “You know that you're going to lose right?” you glimpse at him and he smiles. “The laws have changed quite harshly since your first mistreatment. And I'm here today to get the stuff on record to use in court” He smiles and you nod. He looks down at his papers “Is it true that you've been in court before?” You nod “After I killed the father I was forced to defend myself but I lost and was put into the shelter” you answer and he nods writing down something.

“The record says that you killed the mother but accidently stabbed yourself in the process, is that true?” you shake your head “She wanted to punish me because I refused to clean the kitchen with bleach without gloves. Out of anger she threatened me with a knife but still proceeded to stab me twice before I ripped her throat apart.” You explain as you stare at Namjoon's hands in front of you. “Alright, and the last one was submitted last week by Miss Hang. She reported that you slapped her and strangled her while these seven men were watching you assaulting her” you frown and shake your head. “She threatened them and talked badly about me. I proved my point but only held her jaw in my hand to make her look at me. That's all” you answer.

He nods “That's right, she didn't slap nor strangled her” Jin supports your answer. Jaebum nods and closes his binder. “With this evidence we should be able to get her behind bars. Other hybrids have reported similar assaults by Miss Hang through their owners. As I said, things have changed and the ones at right should get their justice” he smiles. You nod and smile slightly “Thank you” he nods and stands up. This time you take his hand and slightly bow to him “Stand strong Y/N, we'll see each other in court” He smiles and leaves the room.

-

After a sleepless night two men get you out of your cell for you to change in nicer clothes. Today is the day you'll prove that you're more than just half animal. You're changed quickly.

The courthouse is big and cold. The small jacket they gave you is way too thin so you're practically freezing but that's washed away quite quickly as you see your owners approach the court room. You want to run into their arms and end this nightmare but the yank at your leash snaps you back into reality. Jaebum approaches you with the boys behind him “No worries Y/N, we'll master this well. I'm sure” he assures you and you nod. “Promise me?” he shakes his head “I don't promise things I can't fulfill but I can give you hope. I'll try my best” he smiles and pets your shoulder. “Y/N and her lawyer, please take your seats in the courtroom” a security guard waves you over.

You take your seats on the left with the boys right behind you. Miss Hang sits there with a nasty smile plastered on her face, almost as if she's sure that she would win. “Lawyer Jang” the judge orders Miss Hang”s Lawyer to speak.

“We all know how much hybrids have been integrated into this society. They even have their own laws now. We protect them, give them shelter and food and suddenly without a warning they attack you or worse, kill you. This animal attacked Miss Hang and even killed other humans. So now I ask all of you, how long will it take for them to lean up against us and eventually kill us all?” The judge swings his hammer down on his desk “That's out of line, Lawyer Im, your turn” he sighs and Jang returns to his desk with a frown.

Jaebum steps forward “My client Y/N is part animal and part human. As you can see, the only thing that separates her from us visually are her ears and her tail. Mentally she's the same, Anatomically she's the same and so other than visually she's the same as us, therefore she's human too. And humans deserve to treated with respect but why do hybrids not? We think that because she has a tail and two ears on top of her head she's not worth of equal treatment? She was raped, threatened and mistreated and the happenings were twisted by other parties. But all she truly was trying was not killing the father, the mother or injuring the teenager because she maybe enjoyed it no. She tried to survive in a world where people like her are not welcomed. She was trying to survive” he finishes and sits back down. The judge nods and let's Jaebum's first witness come in. You remember him, he's the shy poodle hybrid who lived on the other side of your cell.

He sits down and swears to only say the truth and nothing else. Jaebum approaches him and starts to ask questions. “Mark, am I allowed to call you by your first name?” he nods and Jaebum continues “How would you describe the shelter you were adopted from?” Mark frowns “The rooms are small and only have a small window at the top of the room. There were animal sized beds and no bathroom” Jaebum nods. “According to the law number 26.9 shelters are to provide a room of 20 m2 for one hybrid. They have to have access to a bathroom and a bed their size. None of these aspects are fulfilled in the shelter” he states and the judge approves with a nod. “How would you describe the staff?” he asks further “The staff isn't nice to the inhabited hybrids. They treat them with disrespect and hurt them when they are in a bad mood. Miss Hang tried to force me to sexual activities but I refused and injured her hand. That's why she reported an injury without a cause” Jaebum nods. “I have no more questions”

After Miss Hangs lawyer asked unnecessary questions he was warned by the judge and Mark was released from being a witness. The judge announced a break to get a decision from all of the people involved.

“We have the case Y/N” Jaebum smiles at you and give him a small smile. You want to turn around to your boys but the men who's holding your leash yanks you back.

After ten minutes the judge walked in again and starts to speak “After gathering all the opinions and evaluating the valid information we came to the decision that Y/N is not at fault and will be released to her owners. Miss Hang will have to face a sentence of 12 years due to faking documents and harassing over 20 hybrids. The shelter in fault will be renovated and the staff will be changed. Thank you” the judge ends his speech and the court is dismissed.

Jaebum cheers and hugs you tightly “We did it Y/N” you smile and hug him back “After all this time I'm finally able to say that equality exists. Thank you” you whisper as Jaebum tears off the leash which is wrapped around your throat.

You turn around and look into Namjoons face. Without hesitation you jump over the bench and into Namjoons arms. Hands pet your head and a low sob escapes your throat. “This feels more like home”

[goldanddeceit]

Aftermath; Shattered Glass.

RP from after Ori’s kidnapping below! Trigger warning for those sensitive to certain topics.

Orianna Chant had been awake the entire time. The constant checking, the pain, the voices, the touching. Until the arrival at the Medica when Niviana had put her asleep. She was adrift, for how long she was uncertain. An eternity? Her skin crawled, it burned, it scraped like a cheese grater against her flesh. Flashes, images of Preston's lifeless form. Miwa. Mirai. All three and then... Nassar. Hands reaching, grasping, pulling her downward. The miqote jolted in the bed, a pain shooting from her tail as she reared back. A whimper escaped her lips, Eyes widened as she looked forward at the white wall then... Preston. Blonde ears pinned back against the mess of blonde curls. Was this a trick? No... she was  moved. That was real. Safe? No. She didn't feel it.

Preston Ward rests against the back wall of the medbay, sat aground next to the bed where Orianna rests soundly; A byproduct of the aetherial anesthesia she was administered during her examination. Preston had already woken, and when offered assistance for the severe fractures in his hand, Nivie was greeted with a barked order to maintain focus on Orianna, and not him. A nurse from the Medica had managed to cast the man's hand; Extending up to his mid-forearm, resting safely in his lap. It hurt badly, the man cared little for his own pain right now. How he was even maintaining control of himself at this instant was questionable, given the information he was given on Orianna's condition by Nivie. What was done to her. What he let happen to her. His mind was a cocktail of fluid, burning emotions behind his closed lids; Even, calculated breathing accompanying the gentle pinging of the monitor above him, keeping track of Orianna's vitals. His repose was contemplative, and were the situation differing in circumstances, it might have been restful. But it wasn't. This was reality. Grim, unforgiving reality. The fate bestowed upon the man who had done this to the woman he loved was too kind in the wake of events. He was angry. He was afraid. But all of that ceased to matter when a jostle from the bed next to him prompted his lids to slam open; Burning amber hues finding their way to Orianna, before softening entirely as though a well of tears were about to fall. He was a mess, but she was worse off. He lacks for words, however; For what anyone who knew him would likely call a small miracle. He offers a broken smile as all he can give right now. The man fogged, and lost; Coming down from his own fuge state.

Orianna Chant blinked a moment as the dawning realization of it all finally hit her. Her eyes began to glisten, water welling up before like hot fire they streamed from her eyes. She didn't make a sound. No more whimpers, just a quiet flood. Another flicker of reality and she could see the husk of the man before her. Battered, broken, worse than what had been done to her. The seeker, retreated instincitvely. Crawling weakly to the other side of the bed where she shivered. Each shudder of her small frame eliciting pain from her damaged tail. She hugged herself, pressing her arms tightly around her body, legs curling up defensively as if this whole reality would crash down once more. Real? Not real? Where was Nassar? Was he still out there? Things were a blurr of pain and degradation. Her movements brought forth the phantom pains of the previous ten hours. Her muscles were taut, a wire ready to snap under the stress. The Woman's broken claws poked into her skin as the urge to claw her way out of her body was rising. The tears fell like heavy weights upon the sheets of the bed. Her breathing was unsteady, heavy near panicked rasps that kept the trembling going.

Preston Ward watched largely helpless at the4 display before him; Each heavy tear that fell from the woman he loves eyes was like a blade ripping through his pychee. She was alive. Nassar no longer held her; Could no longer abuse her, or harm her in any way. But there was little comfort in that fact in this moment, as the man who should have been able to protect her, had failed. This was the result. This was his reward. His hands curl into stone-like fists; His right being battered so sending a shock of pain through his arm that rocked his core; But there was no reaction. Numb. Everything felt numb; Perhaps a byproduct of using his own life-energy to heal her, perhaps a byproduct of all that had happened, which he adamantly blamed himself for. Osha'li was right. He couldn't protect her, could he? He only hurt her worse than she ever had been before. But the tug-of-war inside of the man's mentality ground to a hault; His better judgement winning for the time being as his mouth moves absent any form of thought; Instinctually speaking her name in a quieted, almost gagged tone breaking in the center from the ball lodged in the man's throat. "Orian-..na" His eyes have completely softened; Small pools forming at the edges of the amber encased in quickening glass threatening to spill. What does he do? What can he even say? Nothing. But he has to try.

Orianna Chant caught his tensing, but glossed over the inner conflict in him. Eyes flickering from his face, down his body to just the makings of... a cast? She couldn't focus. Eyes trailing back up to his face as her throat threatened to close in on itself. She couldn't find any words to say to the man before her. He'd saved her right? Attention drawn to the bed where her tears were falling. She felt a mixture of numbness grasping at her heart only to be met with equal parts sorrow and self-loathing.Orianna Chant kept her gaze focused on the growing dampness of the sheets. It was easier than looking at him, catching the emotion on his face. Her mind eased, carefully thoughts, memories, melting away as she stared. Hollow and empty husk. That was all she was now wasn't it? Hollow and empty. What had been made of her once again. Shattered pieces of a vase that had been glued back together once before. She heard her name from his lips, the simple sound of his voice drawing her back from the downward spiral. She looked up, cheeks burning from her tears. Cracked lips parted to speak but her throat didn't allow it. Tongue clumsy, she stumbled with only a small whimper. "S-" She swallowed hard. Her voice hoarse from her ordeal. Crying. Screaming. It felt raw to speak. "S-sorry... I'm soo... sorry." She wasn't aware that she could cry any more. Yet her body still managed to produce painful heaving sobs as she curled inward, face pressing down against the bed as she folding in on herself.

Preston Ward couldn't watch anymore; Coun't any longer bear the sight before him lest the budding moisture in his own eyes spill over. What right did he hold to be upset? He had none. Useless. Your words mean nothing. How can you contend with something like this? Bring comfort when your language is touch? He wrestles with his own thoughts, pressing against his silver tongue rendering it entirely useless. For the first time since his captivity, the man feels helpless. He was back, bound to that chair; forced to watch the life bleed from arguably the only person he cared about. Useless. Your fault. Bear it. Another jolt of pain from his absent quickened balling of his fist pulls him again; Only to hear the sounds of her struggle. The pain in her tone. He could feel her next to him, so close but so far away, and that tore at him even more than his own depricating thoughts. Once more his mouth moves, eyes clamped shut as though the nightmare would go away. But it already had. This was simpkly the encore, wasn't it? Tone soft, laced with regret and self-admonishment. "Please.." That word seemed pleading. "Do not apologize.." He nearly whispers, head rolling against the white stone behind him. "None of this is your fault. I should have.. I could.. Have.." Now it begins; The emotion washing over him beyond his control; Burning tears of his own finding gaps to fall down his dirt-bushed face. "I am so.. So sorry.." He shouldn't be clenching his hand. But he is. Enough to further cause damage to the already shattered bones, but something needs to ease the tension in him. The pain causing a break in his tone, nearing a yelp; Indiscernable if it is emotional or physical pain which caused it.

Kalina Fairhaven stood silently at a distance, having elected herself as guard whiel Xana, Shoudra, and Masok were treated elsewhere. A frown sat on her face, her eyes heavy with concern as she watched two people she cared for, and respected, sit broken, and unmended. Every ounce of what she was wanted to comfort them, to sooth their fears and their pains, but she knew better. She'd been in both positions more times than she wanted to count. She'd do more harm than good. Mama Cat, was usless. All she could do was provide a service she, in all but one of her times in their place had never had. A watchful eye, a distant caring gaze that, she hoped, would provide some comfort as these two broken pieces found their way back together, and started being whole again.

Orianna Chant barely heard his whispers to not apologize. Her own sobbing was overwhelming, still curled over despite the pain to her back. Her nails digging further into her sides, as if she could dig out her feelings root and stem. The yelp broke through, startled her, a sharp knife through her sobs. Thin ears falling further into the tangled mess of curls. Another shudder as she dared to look up at him, half scared of what she would see. Her reddened sea-colored gaze was only partially relieved to not see yet another hallucination. Reality. The tears that painted in heavy brush strokes down his face. A part of her wanted to reach out, touch him pull him to her and hold him close. Another wanted to burn herself up in flames. A reasonable course of action in her brain. Instead she was frozen to her spot, unable to move or self-immolate. Her eyes searched for the cause... the cast he had on his hand. A hushed gasp escaped her as her nails finally pricked through the fabric of her clothing and into her skin. A shock to her nervous system that prickled through the numbness. She shouldn't of been healed. "I'm.. sorry..." Pitiful words that once more came out of her. A broken music box that could only repeat the same sad melody.

Preston Ward found his voice, but how long would it stay? Press the advantage while you have it, right? Even if it was futile. Even if it was pathetic in comparison to his usual banter. "No." That word found a hard-edged tone between the broken notes that had made his speech since the damnable tears had started falling. "I should have protected you.." His tone falls back to hush. The man's head darting in her direction, eyes opening; Bloodshot and tired at the sound of the gasp. He was hyperaware of her but completely numbed of himself. He didn't care what happened to him. He wanted her to be okay. He wanted so badly to trade places with her. To shoulder her pain. To be the broken one. Maybe he was. He felt it. "I should have done.." He pauses, his tone rising back to it's normal smoothness, sniffling between hushed words. "Something.." But he didn't. Who could have forseen this? No one. But he still hung that blame on himself. "You do not need to speak. I know it hurts.." Now begins the desperate ramblings of a man broken, if only for a moment. "Just.. Listen." He draws in a breath to find a shaky center; Eyes transfixed on the heartbreaking sight before him. He wanted for what she did. To pull her close to himself. To hold her. To keep her safe. But he couldn't. The backlash expected from a simple touch would kill him. "He is dead. I-.." He pauses, raising the casted hand into the air; The appengage shaking, skin discolored with tints of black, swollen and angry. Small cuts line his fingers, dried blood having seeped from them; Looking as though it had been through a food processor in place of a man's skull.

Orianna Chant felt his words but the true emotion behind him didn't register. Normally she would of, she would picked up on her love's feelings without a thought but instead they felt hollow. Not her fault? This entire endeavor was her. Get a seat on the syndicate, who was she kidding? No. She threw herself to the wolves and they tore her flesh and chewed on her bones down to the marrow. How many did she drag down with herself. Preston.... the others... She looked to his shattered hand. Her lip trembling as she continued to dig her nails in. Feeling this was better than the phantom touches that were crawling over every inch of her, inside and out. She sucked in air sharply, little beads of blood beginning to seep through the tiny punctures she was giving herself. Nassar is dead? Gone. No longer a threat but why did she feel like she still had to run? The walls were closing in and getting ready to crush her. She couldn't breathe, her hands moving from her sides to her throat. The scar was rehealed, the most painful wound that Nassar had ripped open. A reminder, constantly there. Can't ever forget. It was a noose growing taught and preventing her from catching her breath or was she doing it to herself? The seeker whimpered as she slid back off the bed and onto the floor to curl up against it. He was dead. She should be relieved but it didn't erase the damage. The words that were said to her. They lingered, broken glass cutting into her psyche. Preston was hurt. It was her fault. Every wound he suffered. Every pain he felt. She'd ruined it. Herself. Him.

Preston Ward watched her reactions closely; His eyes may have been tired, and he himself exhausted in every aspect he could be, but he watched her. It was all he could do, really. Words, for all that they were to the man were just that. Words. They did not heal. They did not undo. But maybe if he could keep herself from further causing herself damage, he would. His eyes watched the tracking movement of her hands to her throat; A wince pushing through his body. That scar. Once a fading reminder, now rife with new meaning. A meaning related to him. That hurt. Worse than his hand hurt. Worse than the intense turmoil that bubbled inside of him. But what hurt worse? Watching her turn away from him. He had enough. With another pained grunt, he pushes himself from the ground. His body hurt. The wound at his chest that he had suffered was healed, albeit poorly, and jerking movement caused it to reopen slightly, small stains of crimson dotting the dirty undershirt that he was still clad in as he slogs his way across the floor, feet barely leaving the polished marble tiltes. Sliding until he rounds the bed, standing next to her; Eyes looking down to her defeatedly, but he was not giving up. He lowers himself down next to her, his tone adamant eben through it's softness. "I love you." He says, his eyes transfixed forward onto the curtain, blood still trickling into his shirt. He didn't care. This was not the end. He wouldn't let it be. "I love you more than anything else in this world." His battered hand shakes on the marbled floor next to him. "I.. Lost control when I found you. I had the man on the edge of my blade, and yet still I.." Brutalized him. Unleashed primal rage. Beat him until his head was absent his body, breaking his own hand in the process. None of which he remembered, but had been notified after his waking. "I beat him to death, Orianna. For.. Daring to lay a hand on you. For thinking he could get away with it." He says, pulling his knees up to his chest, bringing his casted hand to his knees, eyes fixating on the visible damage. "I know that.. Things are not likely to be the same for you.. For us." He pauses, voice breaking. "I do not know if they will ever be, but.. I am not going anywhere, do you hear me?" His eyes look over to her. "I cannot, and will not.. Especially not now. I am here, and.." A small sigh comes from his parted lips, more tears finding their way down his cheeks. "I will find a way to make up for this happening to you.. I promise you that.."

Orianna Chant heard him walking over, stepping towards her. She didn't retreat from him. Remaining against the bed and wall for a time until he first spoke. Her head turning to look to him, tears finally running out. She had no more left to shed. Her body was exhausted, and now that the tears stopped she felt emptier. /I love you/. She wanted to say those words back immediately but her body didn't obey her. His tears, his broken hand. She blinked. He lost control? How does a man like him ever lose control? He continued speaking. Never the same. No it wouldn't be but she wanted it to be. She so desperately wanted it all back. Reverse time, change her decisions. She turned towards him unable to bear the sight of his tears anymore. Shaking hands with nails reddened from her own blood, she'd wipe away his tears before holding his face, still at arms length from him. "You... can't..." She finally got out. There was no making up for this. "I love you... so much." Her hands dropped from his face as her gaze fell to his broken hand and the wound on his chest. She inched closer fighting every bit of her that wanted to hide. Curl up under something and die. She let her hand rest above his chest, fingers tensing against him. She tried to conjury some amount of aether, heal him, staunch the bleeding but the emptiness inside of her ate up any amount of control she had. Nothing came and it was bitter shock. Instead she trembled again, her body's only response as she gave forth to empty sobs. The lioness reduced to nothing more than a fragile wounded fawn, bleating for some predator to find her.

Preston Ward was no stranger to feeling breaks in skin. Wounds freshly opened and siving his essence from them. The scars that littered his skin were a titular storybook of how his life had gone for the first eighteen years of his life. But no amount of temperance to bloodshed; To flayed flesh would prepare him for this feeling. Being at the precipice of society; A living lie of a man, held close to heart by a powerful woman.. All his station served to do was amplify the feeling of the knife sliding into his heart, twisting and ripping upward at her words. He couldn't. Objectively absolute. A feeling of absolute, deep-black dread flooded him, numbing even the sensation of her hands moving along his body. He heard her speak. But all that rested in his ears what a white-hot ringing noise akin to tinitus. He froze again; Battered heart slamming against his ribcage, and her hand alike. The effort to heal him would be met with a blank stare, and a subconscious movement of his hand to peel hers away from his wounds with a simple, softly spoken utterance; Almost serene in a way. "Don't." For the first time, the man's eyes were blank. It felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest, worse now than it had been the moment Aubrey was taken from him. But Orianna was alive, and that fact nearly made the pain worse. Her scar was her reminder, and she.. Would be his. A reminder of his failure. A reminder that things would never be the same, and that flayed him alive from the very depths of his soul. He falters a moment, eyes looking down to he blood-tinted hands in his lap, cradled in his cast and all. "I refuse to lose you to this.." His words felt numb as he looses feeling in his jaw; Tongue tasting nothing but metal, growing thick in his mouth. "I refuse to leave. I will not.. Lose you." His tone was growing desperate, pleading for the creeping dread to subside. To find some reassurance that this was not the end for them both. He would sooner wish for long fall off of a high cliffside in its place. His chest heaves absent control, heart kicking against his ribcage; Hands searching for hers, finding them and tightening as the extinguished amber hues of the tread-upon viper set back upon his mewling fawn. He loved her, no matter the state. No matter what happened. He would bear the storm, even if it killed him.

Orianna Chant froze as he grasped her hands, grounding her in place. The weary hurricane that battered her, falling quiet. She shook her head, her hair swaying in messy knots. "I'm here... I'm not going anywhere." She took another inch closer to him. Looking up to him with weak eyes, silent pleading for his words to not be a lie. "Don't... Don't leave me alone." She would speak in the literal sense and in the broader scope of them. Her hand trembling beneath his. She leaned forward, forehead pressing against his shoulder. She inhaled deeply, his smell. It was comforting for a moment until the smell of blood from his wound sent her mind reeling back there. She backed off instantly.  Her body once more urging her to run, flee while she could. No one could hurt her if she could just run.

Preston Ward heard her, the ringing in his ears still present as the beating heart in his chest continued to pound, losing blood and filling him with pain. He deserved this, didn't he? This was his reward for being such a valiant, watchful, and careful lover. Her words raised several questions in his mind, and he fixated on them. How could she still want to be near him? How could she bear the sight of the man that had failed her? The man barely capable of keeping history from repeating itself. It still  could. He was not a paranoid man, but the very prospect sent a shiver down his spine. In a day's time sent spiraling from the wamrth and comfort of the others' arms after a homecooked meal; Certain of their love for one another, to.. This. He doesn't reply to her plea. Not immediately. He's trapped in the prison of his own mind. The mental anguish and torture befitting of the man; At least then they'd be on even ground, but even then they would never be on even ground. 'You can't.' His eyes close, and his body tenses for a moment, the words in her tone echoing through his brain, unsure of what to feel. Pity? Remorse? Regret? A brompton cocktail of the three seemed to grip him. It did not befit him to wallow, but he was absolutely entransed by his own self-deprication. The only thing that could break him of this was her head landing on his shoulder, causing a blink. His exterior never changed; Dead, exhausted eyes peering into the pleading, terrified eyes of the woman he loved. His words were slow to exit his mouth, slurred as though drunk. "I would never leave-.." Cut off by her sudden reel, eyes watching the thing dearest to him in this world retreat from him like he'd hit her, and that caused another thrang of despair to pulse through him. "I.. I am sorry.." He says, gently; Eyes averting to the ground, head slightly hung. "I do not intent to leave.."

Orianna Chant was frozen there for what felt like an enternity until she was able to relax. "It-Its not you..." Voice a weak mess. They were exhausted, traumatized mess and spiraling. She just wanted to sleep but what of nightmares? She had yet to really close her eyes for any long period of time. She couldn't. She didn't want to see it. Didn't want to relive it but she'd have to sleep. She was so tired. The miqote reached for him, his left arm and pulling at him to get up with her. Weakly she'd guide him back to the bed just behind them. Crawling past the side to the middle where she'd sit for a moment in silence. "Please... don't apologize to me anymore." She grasped at the mass floof of a tail and ease it over out of the way. The nerves along her spine cried out from the break in her tail. "We... we should rest." Would either of them be able to sleep at all? She turned to face him. Couldn't have her back to him. It was too vivid a memory. Instead she pulled him back into her. Arms wrapping around him, careful but not careful enough to avoid aggravating his wound. She wanted his closeness but on her terms. Falling to her side, his left so that she held him. Her seafoam eyes looking at the back of his head, his neck and shoulder. Her hug on him tightened, perhaps squeezing him too tightly like he was going to slip away from her.

Preston Ward allowed himself to be guided, being in absolutely no position to object whatsoever. From the moment she'd gone missing; The instant the bangle which now shimmers in the light of the window on the table before the bed, had been delivered to his office, all he had wanted was the chance to hold her close to himself. The bodily contact bringing him fully out of his internal subjucation and back into reality; Arguably no less torturous, but her words wrested his mind from that. "I am s-.." He catches himself. Twelve, how pathetic he is. "I just want.." He pauses for a moment, looking to her as she moves her tail with a wince. "To be near you. That is all I want right now. All I have wanted.." It was a toss-up for him, between completely going dead to the world for no short amount of time, or staying awake for the better part of a week straight. There was no middle ground, and it was leaning toward the latter. His arms around remain at his sides as she pulls him into herself, latching onto him as she had so many times before. But this felt different. He was hesitant to touch her. Afraid of breaking more of her fragile peace she clung to. After a moment the man's shakey arms would drape over her sides, lightly as possible. He knew no better. He was not even aware of how much he had healed her, as he wasn't told. Only that he had nearly killed himself to do so. He falls with her, eyes snapping shut but still moving; A timid breath inward as his own arms tighten around her as his mind sets to pace dissecting everything for the millionth time, stress pressing at his bones; His body aching and his wounds throbbing with pain. "I love you so much.." He chokes out in a whisper, the sensation of her closeness being the nearest thing to normalcy yet.

Orianna Chant kept clinging to him. He was the ground she walked on. Her foundation. If he cracked and crumbled so too would she. At his touch to her sides, her fingertips pressed into him. She held her breath, stilling what she could. She just wanted /him/. His touch to erase every bad thing. If only it was possible. She curled up tighter, letting her eyes flutter close finally. "I love you... more than anything." Burying her face against him. One last tired shiver of her body against his heat before exhaustion would sink its teeth into her. Dragging the woman downward into darkness where the nightmares waited.