#turned the light on and it was fucking light speed sprinting along the floor

[apotelesmaa]

Yet another silverfish in my bathroom fortunately this one did not escape the slaughter (new name for handheld vacuum)

[luvsupa]

“WHATT? NEVER SEEN A GHOSTT..”

summary: next time be respectful for gojo’s memorial. . .

tags: ghost!gojo x fem!reader, smut, threesome (ig ..?), use of clone techniques, jjk spoilers, mean gojo, ōral sex (f!recieving), size difference,belly bulging, full nelson, degrading, dumbification, etc, mdni.

w.c: 4k . . .

a/n: GUYSSS WE GOIN UPPP ☝🏽 TYY FOR 1,7K MWAAAAA

+ sorry for the errors

kinktober masterlist

the halloween theme park buzzes with screams from rollercoasters and actors in horror costumes that look almost too real. you walk arm in arm with your friends, all of you decked out in matching monster high costumes. at first, you weren’t into it, but after enough pestering, you caved and ordered clawdeen’s full outfit.

the crowd can’t stop complimenting the four of you. from the boots to the hair, everything is spot-on. but gosh these platform boots are killing you. you can already feel tomorrow’s regret setting in.

“ooo, let’s try this ride before we leave,” one of your friends says through the fake fangs she’s wearing as draculaura. you all turn your heads to see what she’s pointing at. a sign reads infinity maze, with eerie, glowing blue eyes blinking on and off. it’s famous, mostly because the guy who designed it—gojo satoru—died a few years ago, turning it into some kind of attraction with ghost stories attached.

you scoff. people are suchwimps.

as you approach, you’re grateful for your speed passes because the line is insane. “okay, how about we make a bet?” your cleo-dressed friend suggests. “slowest time pays for dinner.”

you grin at the challenge, nodding along with everyone else.

as you wait, something catches your eye—a giant memorial statue of gojo satoru, standing tall near the maze entrance. his cocky grin is frozen in stone, and beneath it, the descriptiom reads,

in loving memory of satoru gojo. forever lovable and the strongest.

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts. “who gives a fuck about him?” you say, loud enough for your friends to hear. they giggle, and you continue, “seriously, they’re doing the most with this memorial. it’s not that deep.”

one of your friends shakes her head, trying not to laugh too hard. “it’s haunted, remember?” she says mockingly, to which you just snicker.

“haunted, my ass.”

your first friend goes into the maze, and you start timing her on your phone. almost three minutes later, she comes out breathless, claiming the only scary part was a worker grabbing her ankle at the end.

next up are the others, who all manage to escape in under two minutes. the pressure’s on now, but you refuse to be the one paying for dinner. with a quick glance at your friends, you flash your speed pass to the coordinator, ready to sprint through this lame maze and leave them all in the dust.

your platform boots thud heavily against the creaking wooden floor, each step echoing in the suffocating silence. the door slams shut behind you with a sharp clack, sealing you inside. a deep breath fills your lungs, but the air feels heavy, thick. the faint glow of flickering lights ahead barely cuts through the darkness, revealing the first room—a classroom?

it’s an old, japanese-style classroom, but something feels off. chairs are scattered across the floor like a struggle took place, and bloody handprints—too real for comfort—smear the walls. your heart races as a sudden crack of thunder rips through the air, making the weak lights above you flicker wildly. it feels like you’ve been transported, as if this isn’t a theme park anymore... like you’re somewhere else, somewhere you shouldn’t be.

you inch forward, boots sinking into the floorboards with each loud creakk. you can’t shake the feeling that the room is watching you. the chalkboard looms at the front, with jagged, uneven writing smeared across it

look behind you

your stomach twists. your mind fights to stay rational—it’s just part of the maze, it’s not real. but your hands are trembling as you slowly turn. nothing. just scattered desks and the harsh, stuttering light overhead. thunder crashes again, timed too perfectly. 

your heart rate slows a bit, but you mutter under your breath, stupid maze, trying to shake off the unease as you head toward the next door. the sign above it reads, hall of mirrors,

the knob feels cold in your hand as you twist it, stepping into the next room. pitch-black darkness swallows you whole, except for the mirrors that tower from floor to ceiling. hundreds of them, endless reflections stretching out in every direction. your eyes adjust to the faint, flickering light—just enough to see yourself, but not much else.

“fuck,” you whisper, hating mirror mazes with a passion. you move cautiously, knowing you’ll bump into a dead end at some point. your reflection multiplies with every turn, making it feel like you’re being watched from all angles. you stop in front of one mirror, catching your breath, and take a moment to adjust your costume.

you smooth down the sheer purple mini skirt, making sure your wolf ears are straight on your head. you shift slightly, checking out your ass in the reflection, appreciating how well the outfit hugs your body. you’re about to laugh at yourself when your eyes catch something—a shadow

a figure. behind you. 

your breath stops cold. your friends hadn’t mentioned anyone being in here with you. you freeze, heart pounding as you stare into the reflection, too terrified to turn around.

“o-oh um, did I come in the room too early?” you stammer, your voice barely steady, assuming he’s the worker who grabbed your friend’s foot earlier. you swallow hard, trying to make sense of the tension creeping up your spine. the lights flicker again, casting shadows that stretch too long. your eyes twitch as you stare into the mirror—he’s still there, standing so still it sends a chill down your spine.

the lights flicker again, plunging the room into darkness. your pulse races. you can feel his presence behind you, closer now, even though you haven’t turned around. every hair on your body stands on end, anticipation mingling with fear. when the lights finally come back, your breath catches in your throat.

gojo satoru.

he stands right behind you, towering over your smaller frame, his eyes glowing like cold fire through the mirror. his presence is overwhelming, suffocating, andelectrifying. his ocean-blue gaze locks onto yours through the reflection, freezing you in place. you can’t move, can’t breathe, as his lips curl into a slow, dark smile.

“nahhh, you came at a good time,” he drags out, voice low, rough, as it echoes through the room. the sound of it, mixed with the flickering lights, makes your knees weak. he steps closer, his icy fingers brushing the hem of your skirt, sending a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches as you feel his touch, subtle yet possessive.

“and who are you supposed to be?” his voice is condescending, almost mocking, as his hand continues to toy with the fabric, lifting it just slightly. the way he says it makes your heart race faster, your skin prickling with a mixture of fear and something else—something darker.

you glance up, meeting his gaze in the mirror, tears forming in your eyes. this can’t be real. his white hair falls messily around his face, his long lashes shadowing those dangerously beautiful eyes.

“h-how? y-you’re dead,” you blurt out, ignoring his question as panic takes over. but his chuckle—low, dark—vibrates against the back of your neck, making you shudder. you’re trapped between the mirror and him, his breath warm and taunting against your skin.

“that i am,” he murmurs, his lips so close to your ear, “but you know what they say… energy never dies. you brought me here.” his words wrap around you, suffocating, intoxicating. your mind spins, trying to comprehend. you brought him here? how could you possibly—?

“h-how?” your voice is barely a whisper, trembling as you try to make sense of his words. it feels like the room is shrinking, like the walls are closing in, the air too thick to breathe.

“don’t play dumb now,” he chides, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. the heat of his palm sends sparks through your body. you shouldn’t want this, but the way his fingers tease your skin, the slow drag of his hand, has you clenching your thighs together.

suddenly, it hits you. images of you mocking his memorial, laughing at his statue, flashing through your mind. his low chuckle tells you he knows exactly what you’re remembering.

“i-i didn’t mean-”

“didn’t mean it? nahh, pretty, you fuckin’ meant it.” his plush lips press against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make your knees weak. fuck, you shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, by a ghost. yet, your body betrays you, burning up under his touch.

he leans into you, his teeth grazing your exposed skin, making you flinch. fangs? you tremble as he brushes his fingers under your chin, lifting your face so your wide, glossy eyes meet his through the mirror.

“all that nasty energy you have within you… mmm, that’s why.” his voice drops as he nibbles on your earlobe, tugging lightly on your hoop earrings, making you wince.

“‘m sorry, j-just don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything,” you stammer, your voice shaky as his grip on your chin tightens. his movements still, and the way he smirks behind you makes your heart sink. you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—like you just handed him your dignity on a silver platter.

without a word, he pushes your back down, forcing you to brace yourself against the mirror, your fingertips smudging the glass as you struggle to keep steady. glancing to another mirror, you see him crouching down, eyeing your clothed cunt with dangerous curiosity.

“anything, she says”, gojo quietly says, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you arch your back just right for him. his eyes darken when he notices how soaked your panties are, the fabric clinging to your folds, sucked in by the wet heat between your thighs. of course, the lights choose now not to flicker—how fucking embarrassing.

with a quick, rough tug, gojo hooks his finger into your panties, pulling them side to side, watching how your chubby folds swallow the fabric before yanking them aside, fully exposing your dripping cunt. you clench hard at the sudden cool breeze against your exposed skin, and he pauses, mesmerized.

“you like this, huh? getting off to a dead man… ohh, you’re disgusting,” he mocks, his voice low and sinister.

“‘m going to make sure you live your dirty fantasies,” he growls, his tone laced with intent.

and he really is.

gojo has been diving into your cunt for what felt like hours, his impossibly slimy tongue lapping up your juices as your gummy walls snugly embrace him. your hands grip the sides of the mirror for dear life, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you. you’re moaning like a bitch in heat, your desperation rising as his spare hand mercilessly toys with your clit, not in cute circles, but pinching and pulling on your sensitive nub with no mercy whatsoever.

your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as he pushes you to your third orgasm, broken moans escaping your glossed lips. your pussy slowly feels numb, overwhelmed by how hungrily he’s eating you out. do they not feed him in his world?

“ngh—‘toru, it’s too m-much,” you hiccup, and he growls behind you, the sound vibrating through your body. at this point, you’ve completely forgotten about your friends, about the stupid bet—you’re lost in the most toe-curling head of your life.

your stomach churns unexpectedly as you cum again, your brain so fuzzy that you can’t even comprehend it. he loudly slurps up your mess, not wasting a single drop as he licks you clean, your cunt twitching around his tongue. when he pulls his tongue from your gaping hole, your swollen folds throb in response as he grins at your state.

“heh, look at you—just a slut for a ghost!” he taunts, now standing behind you, grinding his achy bulge against your exposed cunt. his eyes never leave your face in the mirror.

“let’s see how much dick she can take,” he mutters to himself, cupping your pussy, clearly addressing her rather than you. as you catch onto his words, a wave of confusion and excitement hits you. how much? there’s more than one?

before you can process anything, you blink once and find yourself in the most insane position you’ve ever been in—full nelson. gojo has you completely at his mercy, holding your legs high above your head with a firm grip, locking you in place like a ragdoll. your tall platform boots dangle helplessly in the air, the sensation thrilling and humiliating as you stare at your reflection in the endless mirrors surrounding you. your stomach twists at the sheer size difference between your body and his, your eyes widening as you see your slick, swollen cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for him.

your miniskirt is now so short that it’s bunched up around your waist, exposing more skin than you’d ever intended. your eyes drop lower, and you gulp as you take in the sight of his cock, standing proudly upright. the base is a tan colour, thick and powerful, with mean veins decorating the sides that pulse with each heartbeat. the bulbous tip is a deep pink, glistening with droplets of cum that catch the dim light.

with one hand firmly securing your legs, gojo uses his other to tease you, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, the sensation sending electric jolts through your body. you bite your lip at the girth of his shaft, feeling a mix of excitement and horror. he’s definitely bigger than all your previous exes, and with every second you spend in this position, he brings undeniable shame onto them.

“can you handle it, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with condescension as he revels in your predicament.

“yes, I can-”

without lettint you finish, he thrusts into you, burying himself deep within your slick warmth. the suddenness takes your breath away, and you let out a gasp as he fills you completely. his girth stretches you in a way you’ve never experienced before, almost burning as your gummy walls clench around him, trying to accommodate his size. each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, a delicious blend of pain and ecstasy as you realize you can only take it.

gojo holds you firmly in place, using this ruthless position to keep you utterly at his mercy, revelling in your helplessness. with each powerful thrust, he drives deeper, hitting spots inside you that make your vision blur and your legs tremble. you can’t escape, all you can do is take what he gives you, your body completely surrendered to the pleasure.

“look at you, taking it so well,” he growls, a wicked grin stretching across his face as he watches your reflection in the mirror. your moans fill the room, echoing off the glass, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. the sweat glistens on his body, making his white hair stick to his forehead, adding to the rawness of the moment. “you’re nothing but a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

you can only whimper in response, your head spinning as his relentless rhythm pushes you closer to the edge. your thighs shake uncontrollably as he hits that sweet spot, the coil in your stomach tightening with every thrust. you’ve completely forgotten everything but the way he stretches you out, your body fitting around him perfectly as if you were made for him.

as gojo thrusts into you relentlessly, your collar jingles with every powerful movement, a stark reminder of your current position. each chime echoes in the room, amplifying your vulnerability as he drinks in the sight of your pretty, disheveled form. he watches how your eyes flutter in bliss, how your lips part with each thrust, and how your reflection reflects the pure ecstasy etched across your face.

“what happened to all that toughness?” he sneers, his breath hot against your ear as he quickens his pace. “wanna tell me how stupid this is?” his laughter reverberates through the air, as he reminds you of your sly comment.

the humiliation of his words ignites a flame deep within you, and despite the embarrassment, your body craves more. your jewelry clinks and jingles as he pounds up into you, each sound mingling with the echoes of your moans. the sensation is overwhelming, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of submission, your mind hazy as pleasure clouds your thoughts.

as you struggle to keep your eyes open, the world around you blurs and spins. you can’t tell if it’s the overwhelming pleasure or the way he’s wrecking you, but you swear you see multiple gojos swarming around the two of you in the mirrors. they grin wickedly, each one reflecting the same smug confidence, but you’re too lost in ecstasy to process it completely.

am I seeing things? you wonder,

your mind foggy from the pleasure coursing through your body. each thrust sends you spiral deeper into submission, heat pooling in your core, ready to explode.

then, without warning, you feel another hand, another gojo, playing with your pussy. your eyes shoot open, panic flooding your senses as you choke back a gasp.

he can clone himself!

your body responds eagerly to the dual sensations, the original gojo still jack hammerinh relentlessly inside you while his clone teasingly rubs your clit, heightening your pleasure to unimaginable heights. as if sensing your need, the clone moves closer, rubbing his chubby tip along your widened folds. you scream internally, panic flashing through your mind as he presses against you, the overwhelming stretch igniting both fear and pleasure.

there’s no fucking way.

the clone pushes in slowly, stretching you beyond your limits, sending shockwaves through your body. you cry out, your voice a mix of pleasure and pain, tears brimming in your eyes. he’s moulding himself deep within your walls as you feel every inch of your velvety walls being re-designed for him.

the original gojo leans down, his breath hot against your ear. “c’mon, big baaaad wolf, can you handle both of us?” he taunts the nickname referring to your costume, as his thrusts becoming more forceful as the clone fills you. “i thought you were a big girl.”

you can only moan in response, the sound mingling with the jingle of your jewelry as they continue to drive you wild. the mirrors reflect your state—multiple gojos swarming around you, each one more enticing than the last. their mocking smiles deepen your humiliation, but the pleasure they bring you makes it impossible to care. both their cock heads rushing as if it were a race to reach your cervix as you squeak at the brutal thrusts.

“look at you, a pathetic mess,” the original gojo mocks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as you squirm between them. your gaze lazily drifts to the your tummy where a large bulge forming beneath your costume, moans escaping your lips at the sight. “you love being filled up like this, don’t you? who’s the stupid one now?”

your body betrays you, your pussy clenching around both of them as they thrust in sync, stretching you to your limits. the lewd squelches and sloshes of your dripping cunt fill the air, drowning out all coherent thoughts. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the overwhelming sensations causing your mind to spiral into oblivion.

the clone suddenly flicks your head, thr pain forcing you to look at him, and you feel a rush of clarity amidst the haze. “stay with us, pretty,” he demands, his tone both condescending and sultry. 

“we- hgnn -want to see that face you make when you fall apart.” you shudder at the sound of his voice, the way it sends waves of heat coursing through your body.

“mmf—i can’t. . . ’s too much,” you babble, your voice rising higher as the clone continues to push into you, the overwhelming sensation of fullness sending shockwaves through your body. pleasure and pain blur together, and you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

“ohhh, but you can,” the original gojo growls, thrusting harder, your body shaking as you sob loudly, the sounds echoing off the mirrors as your achy walls clenching around his thick shafts.

every angle captures your struggle—your skin glistening with sweat, your costume soaked and clinging to your curves, and the way you’re trapped between two versions of the man you crave. the reflections amplify the chaos, a never-ending loop of desire and degradation as you’re thrust deeper into submission.

“what about your friends?” the clone taunts, a wicked smirk plastered across his face. “what will they think when they find you like this?” the thought sends a wave of humiliation crashing over you, but the pleasure is relentless, drowning out any semblance of reality.

“anddd what about that bet you had?” the original gojo continues from behind, his voice dripping with mockery. “i bet they wouldn’t believe how much you enjoy being filled up by us.” you nod at his words, sniffles escaping your nostrils as fat globs of tears streak down your cheeks, your makeup a ruined mess.

they’re so deep inside you that it feels like they’re going to split you in half. each thrust stretches you to your limits, their relentless rhythm pushing you closer to the brink.

you swear you feel him in your chest.

“please… i need to—” you gasp, your body trembling as the clone toys with your clit, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through you. your senses blur, and all you can feel is the overwhelming fullness and the pleasure spirall out of control.

“let go, pretty,” the clone whispers, fingers dancing over your sensitive bud. “show us how much you want it.”

with one final thrust from the original gojo, the heat builds to an explosive climax. you feel your body tighten around them, walls pulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you.

“fuckk!” you scream, body convulsing as you squirt, release gushing out of you and mixing with his cum. gojo’s thick cum shoots deep inside as he paints your gummy walls a pretty milky white, creating an intense mess that ends up coats your inner thighs. the overwhelming sensation sends you spiraling into a realm of ecstasy, every nerve ending igniting as you succumb to the bliss.

“what a sight,” the original gojo grunts, breath heavy with satisfaction. you’re lost in the aftermath, body shaking as you ride the waves of pleasure, mind fogged with overwhelming satisfaction and disbelief at the chaos that has consumed you.

as you try to come back from your intense orgasm, the clone pulls back and disappears. when gojo finally slides out of your cunt, a waterfall of cum oozes from you, thick globs spilling forth—it’s utterly inhumane. gojo carefully places your wobbly legs, which had been in the air for what felt like hours, back on the ground as you collapse, the numbness too much to bear.

the mess cascades down your gaping hole, sticky and warm, creating a thick pool beneath you. you can’t help but feel utterly exposed, the evidence of their domination staining your costume and making you acutely aware of how thoroughly you’ve been filled.

the sight is almost too much to bear, the way your body quakes with the remnants of pleasure while the glistening fluid slowly drips, accentuating the chaos you’ve just experienced. you feel humiliated yet impossibly aroused, the reflections in the mirrors surrounding you amplifying your vulnerability as he stands, watching you tremble.

“c’mon, baby, your friends have been waiting,” he coos, picking you up bridal style as you mumble nonsense, your brain so fucked that you can barely string a thought together. he strides through the mirror maze and into the last room, steadying you onto the ground for you to exit on your own.

he fixes your hair and outfit, quickly pecking your lips before opening the door and giving you a final push. you stumble out, the cool breeze hitting you like a splash of cold water, bringing you back to reality.

“girl, what the hell took you so long?” your friends shout as you try to steady your wobbly legs. one of them shoves her phone in your face, and your jaw drops.

50 fucking minutes.

“t-the worker was—”

“t-the worker- shut up. now you’re buying us food.” one of them mocks, handing you your belongings while they stare you up and down, taking in how badly you’re shaking and your frizzy hair.

“jeez did a demon fuck you? you look like you got meannn dick in there,” she jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including you. they have no idea what you’ve just been through, but you can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

[lonelym00n]

It's (sometimes) okay to trust a stranger

Sam Carpenter x Hicks!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Sixteen year old Sam just needs a friend. Despite the odds, she finds one in you.

A/N: this was supposed to be short but for some reason I couldn't stop myself from making it longer. hope u enjoy anyways!

Harshly slamming your front door shut, you stomped towards your car, hopped in, and quickly started the engine. Your chest was heaving up and down furiously and you could feel tears uselessly streaming down your cheeks. In one last fit of anger, you pounded your clenched fists into the steering wheel. Your temporary breakdown is interrupted at the sight of the front door swinging back open, your mom striding quickly towards you. You move faster than her, shifting the car into reverse and flying into the street without a care in the world. 

You hear your mom scream your name as you shift back into drive and absolutely floor it, cruising carelessly into the slowly darkening night. Hopefully she noticed you were going well above the speed limit, you knew it would piss her off even more if she did. 

Reaching one hand up towards your face, you angrily swipe the tears away before clicking the radio on. The volume is unnecessarily loud, just how you like it. 

As you aimlessly drive, you’re finally able to catch your breath and get a grip on your raging emotions. Deep down you know you had no right to be as mad as you are, but you were just so frustrated with your mother’s behavior lately. She expected you to be so perfect and happy and a ray of fucking sunshine all the time and trying to live up to her high standards had you so exhausted. It didn’t help that she constantly compared you to your younger brother, who she so clearly favored.

Tears welled up in your eyes for the second time and you let them fall. You felt hopeless and defeated. Worst of all, there was nothing you could do to make yourself feel better. You could only accept your fate and lay in the bed that was made for you. 

You pull into an empty parking lot, hug your knees tight to your chest, and force yourself to recall the fight between you and your mother. 

***

You sat in your room, humming along to the music you had idly playing in the background. After finishing all of your homework, you had decided to paint your nails. It was something that you found to be oddly relaxing and it had become a form of self-care for you. 

Before you could open up the bottle of nail polish, a knock sounded at your door. “Come in,” you called. 

The small form of your eleven year-old brother, Wes, peeked into your room. “Mommy says it’s time for dinner.��� He grins toothily at you, “She got sushi!”

Though sushi was more of his favorite food than it was yours, you smiled brightly for the boy’s sake. “Mm yum” you hummed, “Race ya to the kitchen.”

He laughed as you took off, sprinting down the stairs and skidding to a halt just in front of the dining room. Before you could even begin to situate yourself at the table, your mom’s overly sweet voice broke your inner peace, “Y/N,” she scolded, “No running down the stairs. You or Wesley could easily get hurt.”

Wes apologized, a small frown on his chubby face. You, however, remained silent and clenched your jaw in irritation. Of course within seconds of her being home, she had already found a way to put a stop to your relaxed state.

She handed out the sushi and you all dug into your respective meals. She and Wes chatted about his day at school while you kept to yourself, deciding instead to scroll mindlessly through your phone. Seeing a particular funny post of Kirby’s, you couldn’t stop the light chuckle from sliding out of your mouth.

Your mother tutted and reached across the table to pluck your phone from your hands. “No phones at the table.”

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes, instead choosing to divert your attention to your nails, noting that they would need to be filed before you applied the polish. 

Your mom turned her attention away from Wes and onto you. “So,” she spoke, sounding extremely cheerful, “How’s school going for you, honey?” 

You sighed before responding, “Okay, I guess. Lots of assignments this week so that sucks, but I guess it’s fine since there aren’t any exams.”

She seemed pleased by your response and bit into another piece of sushi. Just as you were about to turn back to your own meal, she spoke again, “Who do you hang around with these days?” 

You groaned internally, knowing by her tone that nothing good could come out of this conversation. Leave it to Deputy Judy to try and police who you decided to hang out with. You scratched your neck before answering, “Mostly just Kirby these days. Other than her I keep to myself.” 

Her eyebrows raised at your answer before she shook her head. You did roll your eyes this time. “What mom? Go ahead, explain to me what the problem with Kirby is.” 

Needless to say, you were annoyed. She never approved of who you were friends with and wasn’t afraid to tell you exactly what she thought of them. “Well,” she spoke indignantly, “To start, the girl has broken about ten different driving laws. She’s constantly participating in underage drinking and has helped Jill Roberts sneak out of her house on several different occasions. She’s a terrible influence, sweetie, and from what I’ve heard, her parents are almost never home. That’s always a bad sign.”

You huffed and raked your hands through your hair in frustration. “Seriously? It’s Jill’s own choice to sneak out and that has nothing to do with Kirby. All you really have on her is that she’s a shit driver.”

Judy gasped and she raised a scolding finger up at you. “You watch your mouth around your brother, young lady. Bet you learned that awful language from her.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at your mom’s audacity. “Jesus mom, Kirby’s not the only teenager that swears, you’re so obnoxious sometimes.”

“That’s it!” She stood up and stomped her foot on the ground. “You aren’t allowed to be friends with her anymore!” 

You jumped out of your seat and let out a hysterical laugh at her crazy behavior, “Seriously!? Do you not hear how ridiculous you sound?”

“You better quit while you’re ahead missy.”

You scoffed, the anger coursing through your brain making you feel very bold, “You know what mom? I’m not gonna quit while I’m ahead. I’m sick of you trying to decide who I can and can’t be friends with!” Your lip curled up in defiance and you decided to continue, “You always do this. You always try to put yourself in charge of who I hang out with! I’m done with it. It really pisses me off.”

She looked shocked at your outburst but you didn’t care. She refused to listen to you when you talked calmly so if you had to raise your voice to finally get your point across to her, you would do so gladly. “I don’t know where this behavior is coming from Y/N Hicks but I expect an apology right now.”

You laughed loudly at her words. “No! You know what mom, I’ll tell you where this behavior is coming from. I have no friends because of you! No one at school invites me anywhere because they only see me as the deputy’s nark daughter. And the people who do hang out with me? They all leave!” You threw your arms up in the air wildly, “They either leave because you bust their party or because you force me to push them away!” 

At this point your face is bright red as the words spew out of your mouth. You feel frustrated enough to explode. Little Wes sits in his chair, completely silent as he watches the two of you argue.

Your mom speaks up, tone quiet in that way that means you have most certainly crossed a line, “I’m keeping this phone.” She waves your phone in front of you and you want to double over and scream loud enough to shake the whole house. Clearly she hadn’t cared about a word you said.

“Good! I don’t need it anyways!” You trudge over to the entryway and throw your coat over your shoulders, hearing your keys jingle in your pocket at the erratic action. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” She yells from the dining room. 

“Anywhere but here!” With that, you fling yourself out of the house.

***

Your tears have diminished to sniffles at this point. Part of you feels broken and you don’t know what you’re supposed to do to fix it. 

Lost in the crooning sound of the radio and your racing thoughts, you don’t notice the figure creeping towards your car. 

The sudden tap at your window causes you to let out a terrified shriek. Your knee knocks into the horn as you twist towards the source of the tapping noise and you scream even louder at the powerful beep that rings out into the dead of night..  

Your chest rises raggedly as you hesitantly trail your eyes up the figure that looms outside your window. The panic that took over your body calms slightly as you realize that it’s just a girl. You do feel a bit nervous as you recognize the girl to be Samantha Carpenter because even though you were mad at your mom, it doesn’t escape your mind that she had incessantly warned you to stay away from the girl standing outside your car.

She doesn’t look like she’s going to harm you now, with the amused twinkle that sparkles in her brown eyes, so you roll down the window and chuckle awkwardly, “Um hi?”

A teasing smirk stretches across her face, “Hello there. Didn’t mean to scare you half to death.”

You try not to blush at the reference to your moment of panic. “No, don't worry about it, you didn’t.”

She gives you a look that says you’re full of shit but smiles despite the fact. “So,” she draws out lazily, “What brings you here at this time of night?” 

It’s then that you notice the hazy look that’s in her eyes and with what your mother had told you about the girl, you note that she’s probably under the influence of some kind of drug right now. “Uh,” you struggle for a cool sounding response before lamely gesturing around. “Same as you.” You resist the urge to facepalm as your retort comes out as more of a question than a straight response.

She huffs out a laugh and something inside of you flutters at the sound. She cocks an eyebrow at you, “Oh really? So you mean to tell me the deputy’s daughter is out here high off her ass from whatever drug she had managed to scrounge up for the night?”

Your eyes widen comically, but a grin makes its way across your face regardless. “Yup.”

Samantha seems to find your act kind of funny and you internally cheer and congratulate yourself, before mentally sighing at just how corny you are. 

The lanky girl walks around to the other side of your car and motions for you to unlock the door. Curiously, you do. She quickly steps inside, making a small noise of approval at the warmth she’s provided. It’s then that you notice that she hadn’t been wearing a jacket, her (very) muscular arms completely bare in the black tank top that stretches across her form. Dumbly, you fish out your favorite jacket from the backseat and wordlessly offer it to her. She looks at it with interest but leans up to put it on anyways. You think you imagined it, but for a split second you swear her tan cheeks darken slightly.

She clears her throat and the charged atmosphere that had filled the car moments ago disappears with the action. “Clearly I know who you are, Y/N Hicks, so tell me, why would Judy Hicks’ daughter allow a complete stranger into her car?”

You think for a moment but shrug, “Some company is actually just what I needed right now.” She nods in understanding and you continue, this time bearing the teasing smirk on your own face, “Plus, you’re not the only one with a trick up their sleeve. I know who you are too, Samantha.”

A cheshire grin spreads across her mouth. You think it suits her. “Oh yeah? Mommy told you about me then?” You nod and she barks out a laugh, “All bad things, I hope.”

You chuckle at the mirth that has appeared in her expression. “Most certainly all bad things. I swear that’s all Judy Hicks is capable of seeing.”

She seems to pick up on the heaviness of her tone and you wonder if the drug she has taken has given her some heightened sense of perception. “Things don’t seem to be all perfect in paradise.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Sam smiles but it looks more like a grimace, “Believe me, I do.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence. You wonder what exactly happened to Sam to lead her down this path, but you know better than to ask. Despite your mother’s constant warnings, you find that Sam is actually really refreshing to hang around. She sees the world for what it really is, cold and lonely. It’s a nice change of pace to what you’re used to being around.

The peaceful atmosphere is broken as she reaches into her pocket and fishes out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She waits for a beat, anticipating you to chastise her, and looks pleasantly surprised when you don’t speak a word. Your eyes remain locked together as she places the stick into her mouth, rolls the window down, and leisurely lights the cigarette. 

After she takes a long drag, she looks at you curiously. “Y’know you’re nothing like what I thought you’d be.” You motion for her to continue and she does after a short moment, “I figured you’d be a cheery brat like your mom and that you wouldn’t even give someone like me the time of day.”

The last bit of her sentence causes a sad pang to vibrate through your chest. You frown and give her a soft look, “Someone like you? You seem really nice Sam.” She looks at you like you’ve grown three heads, clearly not believing you. “I’m serious,” you say gently, “you must be such a strong person to keep pushing through whatever it is you’re going through. I don’t know you that well, but I know enough to be able to tell that you’re a good person.”

Her eyes brim with tears and she doesn’t even flinch as they spill down her face. Her cigarette, now forgotten, falls from the hand that had been dangling out the window and onto the uneven pavement below. You pull her towards you into a tight hug. After a while of her sobbing softly into your shoulder, she pushes away slightly to meet your eyes. Your heart breaks at how small she sounds when she whispers a tiny thank you up at you. 

You brush the hair out of her eyes and lightly thread your fingers through it. She melts into the contact and you want to cry at how adorable she is. 

The two of you sit like that for what feels like hours, but is more than likely just a few minutes. 

She finally pulls away from you completely and settles back into your passenger seat. Her smirk reappears and you smile at the sight. “Drive. There’s someplace I want to show you.”

You’d known the girl for all of five seconds yet you could already tell that you’d likely do whatever she asked of you, your mother’s opinion be damned. If she had asked you to climb up the rooftop of an abandoned building, you’d likely say yes. And if she had asked you to stay with her up on that same rooftop for the rest of the night, you’d probably (definitely) agree. And if, when the sky began to display a mixture of pink and orange tones, she shyly asked if she could kiss you, you’d press your lips softly to hers in a heartbeat.

Bonus A/N: I've never written a flashback before so I really hope that part turned out okay :)

[luxintrus]

Two sides of the same coin (4/?)

The canvas of this world used to be so full of colour. So many shades of beliefs, seemingly forgotten, cast aside for harsher and ever so more contrasting ideas, until the gap between the hues are so large that no bridge can ever be built between them anymore. One second, Lux and RAT were catching up at the Log Cabin after his.. improvised exile, and then the other... "Lux! Drink your fucking invis potion!" RAT shouts hurriedly at her, "They- someone took Astron! They went through the portal, hurry!".

The two rush into the Nether, lowering their tone to near silence as to not alert the kidnappers of their presence. Lux can already recognize the signs of this being the overconfident planning of her two past allies. The invisible & armored kidnappers raise their voice at Astron, demanding them to get into a boat that's on the icy highway leading to the Nether spawn. "They're gonna speed off if we don't tail them", Lux whispers to RAT. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock", RAT replies as the two start booking it onto the highway, dashing through the air and ricocheting off the blood crimson walls, barely keeping up with the kidnappers. They follow the kidnappers back into the overworld, arriving at Smiley's, Blake Winsweep's restaurant. Nox's and Winsweep's invisibility finally runs out, as they take Astron to the basement of the restaurant. Lux and RAT quietly follow them from a safe distance, chugging down their last invisibility potions. They trace the same path Nox and Blake are taking, past an "Employees Only" door leading to an elevator shaft. Nox and Winsweep climb down the elevator shaft, with Astron between the two, getting to the bottom floor of the Restaurant. There's a small intersection, with multiple long hallways, all but one seemingly caved in. The atmosphere is dark and damp, and the area is more reminiscent of a crude mineshaft rather than the basement of a restaurant. At the end of the hallway and past two turns, Nox, Blake and Astron arrive to a room with a table and and a few old chairs, all wooden. A single redstone lamp among many broken ones lights up the room, hanging chains casting shadows on the floor. "Astron, I need you to tell us everything you know about the End Portals" Winsweep demands, "We know how close you are to RAT, he must've told you something about them." Lux and RAT are sneaking right around the corner, listening in to the interrogation. "Why are they questioning Astron about the End Portals? RAT broke them all years ago", Lux thinks to herself. "I've only got 2 minutes of invisibility left", RAT whispers to Lux. She checks her own time, realizing she's about to run out in less then a minute. Nox feels a shiver down their spine as if they sense someone watching them, urging Winsweep to stop talking. "Shit, Lux what did you do?!" RAT whispers to Lux. "Nothing! I didn't make a sou-" Lux trips on a small rock as she's backing up and falls onto the ground. Nox immediately picks up on the thud they heard, and start checking the hallway's every wall and corner. "Get up, we need to run!" RAT urges Lux as he starts sprinting towards the intersection and up the elevator shaft. The sound of Nox's blade dragging along the stone floor echoes throughout the hallway as Lux gets up and starts running to the exit. She might be invisible, but one thing she can't get rid of are the frantic footsteps left behind, exposing her exact location to Nox. "Caught you", Nox thinks to themselves as they dash straight towards Lux. Lux hurriedly tries getting off the hallway, rushing off the side of it into an opening to a large dripstone cave, as Nox catches her by her leg, making Lux trip as her invisibility runs out. She's now hanging upside down, facing several dripstone spikes fifty meters below her, and Nox's grip on her leg being the only thing preventing her from falling. They share no dialogue, but the looks on their eyes communicate their feelings better than any words would in that moment. Nox tries dragging Lux's body back onto the platform with all their force, but Lux takes out her crossbow and shoots an arrow at Nox's arms. The arrow misses, but Nox flinches, letting go of her in the process. As she's falling, Nox can't help but watch in horror as they see Lux picking her own demise over being caught by Nox ever again. Moments later, Lux respawns at the Log Cabin, with a deep and sharp pain in her chest. Nox feels the pain all the same, their subconscious finally realizing how much the two have strayed away from eachother.

[hemipenal-system]

Thanks for using my little ask game! How about you write a little something for Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

here be dragon vore y'all been warned (also this gets more nsft than i was expecting)

clink

oh shit

Verras watched the hexagonal golden coin skitter off the toe of his boot and across the stone floor, rolling with a rhythmic clicking sound and coming to rest against the remainder of the massive pile of various items piled in the center of the room. He was less worried about the stash he had come to steal from, however, than he was about its capstone – the cerulean dragon resting atop it, chest rising and falling in time with the flaring pattern of her nostrils.

Robbing a dragon was a bad idea. There really wasn't any elaboration necessary there. A man will do anything for money. However, in the dead of winter dragons were lethargic, their boiling blood cooling with the weather.

He wasn't a dragon hunter by any means – while he wore a metal helmet, to reduce noise he had replaced his guard-standard plate armor with a simple gambeson he wore over a tunic, thick socks and leather boots tying the outfit together alone with a holster for the shortsword along his thigh.

If he was lucky, the dragon's slowed state would keep her sedated through the – and she was gone. Fuck. Where did she go?

His question was answered by the wall of fire that seemed to spread across the space between him and the entrance of the cave as a shadow soared high overhead. As he retreated from the scorching heat, the beast approached through the flames, light glinting off her scales. He understood there was no use in running. Dragons were faster and stronger than humans. Her teeth would puncture straight through his simple armor like it was nothing more than a second skin. That didn't stop him from turning and sprinting away, however.

When his primitive animal brain had taken over at the sight of a predator, it left no room in his brain for remembrance of his surroundings. He'd taken but a few steps when an empty cask that likely once contained a strong spirit sent him sprawling. He had barely managed to roll onto his back when the claws slammed down over his legs, pinning him in place.

The dragon wasted no time on her intruder, her teeth slicing clean through his gambeson as he had predicted and into his tunic, both tearing away completely as she flicked her imposing head with no more effort than a child throwing a toy across the room. He shuddered and felt his heart speed up as she cocked her head, taking in his form. His trousers went next, the beast being surprisingly gentle as her upper teeth hooked within his waistband and unraveling them around him before tossing those away as well, leaving him completely exposed except for the iron helm.

She struggled with that last piece a bit more. Her fangs seemed to skitter off it harmlessly when she tried to remove it, though Verras did feel it seemingly tighten around his head just enough to make him nervous. Pulling her head back, she tilted her head and snorted slightly, contemplating her options.

Verras practically screamed as she suddenly moved her claws up over his chest and ducked back down, showing off her teeth an inch from his face in what he could only assume was a display of annoyance. If that had scared him, however, her next move almost killed him on the spot.

Opening her mouth just slightly, she flicked her tongue out, curling it under the brim of his helm. Not an impressive move for a creature of her size, but Verras was much her inferior and the hot, rough muscle was practically enough to cover his entire face as it curled dexterously around him, leaving a trail of slime wherever it moved.

Her saliva was slick, and it proved to be enough as the combined upward pressure of her tongue from inside and her jaws from outside tore the helm from his head, leaving his body nude and shivering in the cold winter air as she moved her claws back down to his legs.

He cringed back as she opened her mouth, stretching it wide, before leaving a long, slow lick that started at the base of his neck and curled off his forehead, powerful tongue tipping his head upward. Tilting slightly, she repeated the movement on one side, then the other. Moving down to the middle of his torso, she began again, and his blood ran colder than the snow outside as he understood what she was doing.

He wasn't an expert on dragons by any means, but he had studied them. They hibernated during the winter, relying on slow release of energy to sustain them. Dragon saliva had multiple functions, being the acting component in their flames and also acting as a sticky, thick slime that made it easier to get large chunks of meat down.

She was larger than him, but not enough. She was planning to swallow him whole, and her curious licking served to make him slip down her throat easier. He winced as her lingual papillae caught on one of his nipples, then the other. Observing his reaction, she repeated that spot, pressing down hard and leaving his skin red and raw as an incredibly undignified noise escaped him and an uncomfortable feeling shot down between his legs.

She definitely noticed that, and seemed to take it as a sign of encouragement. Her caresses seemed to double in speed and force, spines dragging across his skin as he managed to work a hand free from her claws and moved it between his thighs.

Her tongue followed, its size pushing against his thighs everywhere as it curled backwards around his hand, the smooth underside pressing against his-

"Oh, fuck-" She was nosing his hand away. Reluctantly, he obeyed, and his hips immediately arched upwards as she took everything between his legs into her mouth, golden eyes the size of his face locking with his own as her soft, wet tongue enveloped it all. Her claws had released him at some point – he wasn't going to go anywhere.

"Wait, fuck, don't-" Who knew if she could understand him. Likely not, since most dragons didn't speak a word of Halis. She knew what she was doing, however. Her deep purring as her tongue hit somewhere new and his world turned white made that clear enough. She opened her mouth and released him as his body went limp.

She allowed him to lay there for a moment before extending her tongue further than he had seen and curling it around his legs, pulling backward and dragging him into her mouth. If he had any strength, he would likely have fought it, but he was powerless to do anything as her teeth crossed his waist.

As she pulled him in, her tongue kept working over and around and across his body, ensuring he was truly drenched everywhere. The sensation had lit a fire inside him before, but now it just lulled him away. He could feel his body relaxing almost against his own will. He shuddered slightly as her jaws closed around him, skilled tongue holding him securely away from her dagger-teeth.

He'd never imagined being in a dragon's mouth before, but he would have thought it to be more uncomfortable than it was. The wet warmth was surprisingly soothing. He almost didn't mind at all as she tipped her head up and he felt the ring of muscle surrounding his feet contract and slide down, pulling him in, squeezing again around his midsection and then over his head.

Her gullet was tight as it squeezed around him, but then he supposed that was the point of her saliva. As worrying and painful as the prospect of being digested was, he was almost too tired to care. Besides, it turned out not to matter.

Before he reached her stomach, the fleshy tunnel seemed to open under him and he dropped into a long, thin space not much bigger than her throat. As tired as he was becoming, he did recognize it. Dragons, like birds, fed their young with partially chewed and digested meat, so mature dragons had a throat-sac to easily carry this meat back to their den. With no food to hold, the beast's crop currently was keeping him safe.

Verras laughed as the muscular sac squeezed around him, thick, damp walls adhering to the side of his body and leaving just enough space in the slit that pressed against his nose and mouth for him to breathe from the dragon's air supply.

Relax, human. The air is sharp and cold but I am soft and warm. Neither of us would survive exposure to the weather. We will wake with the trees.

He didn't have the mental ability to question how her words invaded his thoughts, or how they seemed to be breathing in sync. Indeed, he could already feel his heart rate beginning to decrease and line up with the deep thumps he could feel in the flesh around him. He yawned once, relaxing as the dragon's crop began to knead around him. Sleep took him before he could hear the dragon's final words.

Good night, human.

[boyakishantrinity]

"Ursa?"

"Ellie, what did you do this time."

"For once. Nothing. But either I'm high, or that's a ship with cloaking devices for the crew who appear to give high frequency sighted aliens inability to see-"

The large bear places his paw on her shoulders turning down to her.

"... Ellie, what the FUCK-"

The ship lurched, throwing the Terran into the bear's lap, groaning as Moon (that's his name translated) got to his feet.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"The ship?"

Now on her back, legs leaned against what was the floor. Wait. Why were-

The ship lurched once more, stabilisers activating as it straightened itself.

"SHIT. FUCK. CUNT. ASS-HOOOLE!"

Rolling into the adjacent wall, legs slapping against the floor as the sound of panicked shouts echoed from the hall.

"Ellie?"

"Spinny."

"PRIVATE."

"SIR YES SIR."

Standing at attention, body tense as the captain got to his feet.

"Grab your weapons and beat the intruders to a pulp. No killing, just knock em out. DISMISSED."

"SIR YES SIR!"

She turned, dropping to a sprinting pose before running down the hall, grabbing his abdomen the captain spat out blood. He'd bit his tongue quite hard, nothing major but enough he'd need a minute.

She'd opened door ahead of time, activating her gadgets (read: stolen military gear) to lock the ship down, doors jamming shut, gate permanently locked open, electronic drones no doubt moving to fuse the metal shut on the other end. Creating a channel straight towards her room, jumping across walls as she yanked her stuff out the room.

Legs pounding, head sweating as she slammed an EpiPen into her stomach. Her eyes flicked awake, pirates shouting in languages the translator quickly translated to English.

"WHERE'S THE FUCKING DRILL?"

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN."

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS SHIP COULDN'T LOCK DOWN!!"

"It doesn't."

She froze. That kind of voice generally meant, well not leader. But a core part of the group. She smiled. The first person she'd found to devour.

Greed hissed open the door, slithering its way out the vents before they slammed onto her as the snake like animal growled. Anger. Someone had clearly hacked the damn ship! Some kind of gadget, but the empty hallways left many question. For one. Why was it a straight loop?

Her eyes picked something up, something was running down the hall, some metal device in her hand. It wasn't a plasma pistol, damn tiny weapons made for stunning. The bullet however. What was it? Whatever it was, it wasn't anything modern. Or familiar.

A raider of four seperate systems, pirate (privateer). A class 2 weapon, reliable sure. But bullets were exceedingly rare. And the scent. Foreign. Nothing familiar at all. Not to say unique, it smelt similar. But this. This wasn't-

The moving warm figure had maintained speed, running along a wall as it neared. Three more corridors, sprinting down the hall... She looked up, Orla. The Slithering Claw, the red laser aimed at her. She listened back, her head was angled down. But how could she do so without...

Small movements moved, back and forth, something she'd normally ignore, but now. It flicked it's eyes. Already, she formed a way to fight against the crewmate. Spear drawn, pistol raised and tail prepared to sweep. This would be a quick fight.

Dirt coloured, wearing some kind of tactical armour, semi reflective for light and things slamming into ya. Hmm. Some kind of snake alien.

WISK.

She froze, her body shifting as she moved between the hall, spear drawn with both hands as she raced ahead. A gun in one hand, she stood her ground. Firing, the first reflected. Almost immediately, she frowned. Reaching behind her for something. Handles, many handles. Hesitating, moving. Useless to her.

The snake reared back, spear pushed forward as she hissed.

"YOU WILL DIE."

She leaned back, bending under the staff as she raised a leg, sweeping over the weapon before spanning the wooden handle.

CLICK.

The handle held at her head, a hand on her back as a foot remained on the end of her tail.

"SSSSS"

[Fuck. You]

"... You speak Sawi?"

"Fuck no I don't. Just something my friend's pet does."

She swept her left hand, slamming a knife into her waist. The bone snapping under the knife as she slammed her head forward. Smashing the snake backwards.

"MY HEAD!!"

Swearing in some kind of common tongue, I swiveled the knife, aiming with my right.

"Can't kill ... fine."

The translator barely managed to translate it, pulling out a yellow device before jamming it into her side.

"You-"

She dropped to the floor, knocked out as the noise of metal echoed down the hall. More shouting, the translator shouting into my ear.

She ripped it off, parts flying as she threw a cable. The line twirling around the snake before she tied a rope around her tail.

Good. Now if she tries to move, she'll slap herself with her own tail.

And with a fully loaded revolver, she sprinted down the hall.

They'd taken shelter behind boxes, having cut through the titanium doors, guns raining laser pellets that lost energy as they fired. The metal fragments dropped harmlessly to the ground, tiny metal beads that could be magnetically collected, recharged and then fired again.

BANG

Something flew through the pellets, energised pellet smacking the bullet forward as it blew the hole out of an alien.

"KEEP FIRING. I CAN'T KILL SHIT IF YOU DON'T!"

Shouting from behind them, an M4A1 in hand, the Australian firing her weapon from behind them, single shots loosening craters in the pack of twelve as they began to push forward. Reinforcements. Five against twenty, seemingly still in shock she stabbed herself once more.

Drawing her sword, she charged forward.

"CHARGE!!"

She leapt ahead, sprinting towards the aliens with a an iron sword. Slamming the blade down, she cut down the first alien. The pellets seemed to swerve, hitting the walls and the strange black circles that definately weren't there a few moments ago.

They in fact weren't from a few moments ago, I'd thrown them as I charged, magnets that emit magnets. Since they used pellet weapons, iron pellets. The kind they'd used in PB for extremists (because humans don't have enough ways to shoot at each other), but primarily kept their guns on the low setting. Not enough energy to form a mini magnetic field that'd hit like a point blank barret shot.

But more like that moron who hung off the edge of the speeding bushmaster and got heavily bruised.

But besides that.

She'd cocked her gun, firing at a random alien as she sheathed her sword. Cocking the weapon again, she grinned, smiling at the aliens like a madwoman, wide eyes and a massive grin.

She fired again, cocking her second gun as she tilted her head.

By now, 15 pirates remained, unshot that is. Bullets pierced legs, limbs. Non lethal positions but the kind that make any decent soldier think. "Jesus fuck she's going to torture us."

Almost immediately, as soon as the shock dropped, the large alien dropped his fist. And almost immediately, shed glanced up. Holstered her guns, reached behind her. And rolled.

Swords drawn free, she stood on her feet, holding stance as she returned her smile.

"Bit rude. Innit?"

Before sweeping the blades, slicing at his arm as she twirled. Slamming the swords to cut the pirates legs off.

"Now, who wants to surrender?"

The pirates froze, the strange alien had fought them, countered their bullets, sliced limbs and requested surrender. The translators returned the message as they dropped weapons, reinforcements copying their comrades as the crew cautiously took them hostage.

Ignoring her crew, she marched back, turning the corner before dragging a bag behind her. Several of the conscious captives now tied, they tossed a translator at her.

"Ellie. What are you doing?"

"Just gonna clear the ship."

"... Why? There's pirates-"

"..."

She stopped, freezing as she reloaded her guns. Before pulling out what looked to be a shotgun.

"... You got a radio?"

She stared at the captain of the boarding crew, tied with cuffs, he nodded his head. Amda tossing the radio to her.

"Why do you need their radio?"

"You'll see. Radios automatically translate right?"

"... Yeah?"

"ATTENTION DUMBASSES. I'VE CAPTURED YOUR BOARDING CREW, SURRENDER PEACEFULLY OR I CLEAR YOUR SHIP. OVER. "

"... Sarge? "

"Ignore the Terran. "

"... Alright."

She cocked her gun, an empty shell dropped to the ground.

"I'll see you in like. Twenty minutes."

"Ellie, what are you doing?"

"... I'm going to go clear a ship?"

"By yourself?"

"... I mean, I could try to do it without my body."

"ELLIE."

"WHAT?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"yes."

"... That's not the right answer."

Now standing at the hole in to the pirate ship, she shouted back.

"I DON'T CARE!"

[Do I continue this?]

[drmanhattan127283]

Bingus cat

Rohan Kishibe x JFK

"Ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country"

It's November 22nd, 1963. Rohan walks along the street, the sun high in the sky reflecting off his sunglasses. He sees the crowds, the cheering and applauds as the Lincoln Continental Presidential Limousine comes passing through.

Rohan saw the man who stole his heart, waving to the crowd. A small smirk formed on his face.

"no matter how much I try to avoid you, I still find myself always close to you" he thought to himself.

But something caught his eye. A glimmer from the third story of the Texas School Book Depository.

"what?" Rohan said to himself, looking at it closely. It was a sniper. His blood ran cold, face dropping.

Rohan sprinted towards the car "JOHN! GET DOWN!" he shouted, leaping into the car and grabbing on to JFK. Gunfire, a loud bang as a bullet rapidly approached. Jackie was shot, Rohan bumped her accidentally into the snipers aim.

The crowd screams, some running off. Bodyguards are heard approaching the car, Rohan looks at Jackie, her head hanging to the side, blood splatter along JFK and the seat.

JFK and Rohan look at each other, but before either of them can react, a bright light flashes

Rohan opens his eyes. He's walking along the street, the sun high in the sky reflecting off his sunglasses. He sees the crowds, the cheering and applauds as the Lincoln Continental Presidential Limousine comes passing.

"what...I was just..." He says to himself. "I was just here..."

He looks at the book despository. He sees the sniper again. He knows what's about to happen. He rushes to the car again

"HEAVEN'S DOOR!" he summons his stand, it appears and writes a command inside the driver, the car speeds off, the first bullet from the sniper misses.

Rohan makes his way to the depository, entering and walking the third floor. The stairs creaking beneath him, the sound of someone muttering getting a bit louder as he approaches.

He enters the room where the sniper shot from. He looks around. Suddenly, a burning sensation in his rib, he's sent flying into a wall. Blood flowing from his side. He's been shot, the bang makes his ears ring. The air sucked out of his lungs.

He turns to face where he was shot from. "H-heavens..." He tries to say, but the sniper empties the chamber, cocking the gun again and aims at Rohan. Suddenly, a bright light blinds Rohan.

He opens his eyes, he's walking down the street

"what the fuck is this!?" He says to himself. "Why am I looped? I keep waking up a few seconds before it happens!" He rushes up the stairs to the depository, hearing a shot as he reaches the second floor. Panic floods his body "John..." He whispers to himself. "No...maybe he's still alive!" He keeps going up the stairs.

He reaches the third floor, seeing the sniper perched at the window ledge. "HEAVEN'S DOOR!" he exclaims, the stand flies out and opens the sniper's face like a book, revealing the snipers information. He looks out the window, JFK is still alive, waves of relief crash over him.

"Lee..Harvey...Oswald..." He mutters to himself, reading over the man's pages. His eyes widen upon reading a certain sentence.

"he's not the only shooter! There's backups if he failed!?" He continues reading "back-up shooter will be perched on a small grass mound...." He looks out the window, he does indeed see the second shooter. He picks up Oswald's rifle, aiming it at the second shooter and fires.

The recoil makes Rohan stumble backwards. The shot misses but the second shooter immediately runs off, JFK lives.

Suddenly, a bright light flashes. Rohan rushes the car, the despository, anything to save JFK. No matter what, he wakes up seconds before it happens. Over and over and over and over.

"am I just supposed to let him die?...is that it?" He asks himself. He remembers their first kiss. The thrill of knowing they could never be together, JFK was married. He remembers all their secret nights of intimacy and the forbidden love they shared.

He looks at the car, JFK looking happy as he waves at the crowd. He looks at the third story window of the book despository. Tears form in Rohan's eyes. "Damnit.." he mutters. He looks away and walks on. The first shot rings out. Screaming is heard. Then the second shot. Then the third shot. He never looks back.

[finalbossanalysis]

Final Boss Analysis #2

Specimen 9

Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion

He’s a final boss that seems confusing or even simple, but with some research you can find the hidden layers to this boss.

The Game

Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion is an indie horror game developed by Akuma Kira in 2015. The game has you wander through 1000 rooms of nothing and sometimes you get the occasional cardboard cutout jumpscare and it fucking sucks.

Deception

At least, thats what you think for the first 50 floors, then the game quickly takes a sharp turn from cutesy adventure time inspired mansion to a truly horrifying experience.

One important thing to keep in mind is that all the monsters in this game are inspired by various horror media, which will be important for dissecting the main guy later.

Specimen 9

He takes the form of a decapitated flayed floating head made out of clay. The thing about him is, while all the other specimens are guranteed encounters, you may not even see Specimen 9 before the final boss encounter, but it is possible.

Behavior as a regular enemy

There are 2 ways to encounter Specimen 9 before Room 1000.

1. AFK. Standing still for long enough will spawn Specimen 9 in all his decapitated glory. In the HD Remake, he charges you and kills instantly on contact, and is faster than your run speed. In the original game, he takes 2 hits to kill you, and is slower than your run speed. You can despawn him in both games by simply going into the next room.

2. Find the endless hallway. Theres a rare room with 3 paths, 2 to either side of you, one being an empty room, and the other being the exit door to the next room, the path in front of you is seemingly endless, with a light at the end that never gets closer. Eventually, continuing the path will cause the walls to slowly start closing in on you, before completely trapping you. At this point, Specimen 9 spawns in, rushing and killing you instantly.

The Cat-DOS Entry

“A small skull shaped mass of clay that seemed to gain more form as subjects were TAKEN TAKEN TAKEN TAKEN TAKEN TAKEN

Specimen was deemed too hard to contain and was killed and dismantled by GL Labs.”

Well, obviously he is still alive, albeit the dismantled part seems true. It’s intentionally vague, and theres not much more in terms of information at this point, so, at last, we can ask why this guy is the final boss.

Final Boss: The Taker

At Room 1000, you’re told you have to complete one last test before you can escape. You’re transported into a strange, dusty room with a table and a rotary phone. The voice on the phone states

“I’m taking all those “Logs” they keep throwing out… and i’m nailing them together”

Continuing along the hallway reveals a door with the room number 731. Opening this door reveals Specimen 9, who regains his original form, undecaptitating(?) himself.

The fight

Specimen 9 is not a hard boss. Turns out he’s actually more threatening when he’s just a head. He has a total of 4 attacks:

1. Summoning telegraphed pillars of screams (?????)

2. An outstretched hand shadow that tracks you and stops when the attack launches. Easy to dodge by sprinting out of the way.

3. Summoning clay minions to chase you down, these can be killed with your axe.

4. An orb of fire (or multiple). Trying to reenact ocarina of time by hitting it back will make Specimen 9 temporarily vulnerable to your attacks.

Conclusion

So, it sucks. He’s just your average scary red guy with no story, compared to the complex and inspired specimens that roamed the halls. Why does he deserve to be the final boss? Well…

Reprise Of Deception

Clearly we’re missing something here, the question is what? Well, to answer that, we need to investigate that number from earlier.

731

What is the significance of this number? Well, trigger warning for atrocious acts against humanity, but this is a reference to the real life Unit 731, where unethical experiments involving chemical and biological warfare were conducted against prisoners, who were referred to as “Logs”.

It’s highly implied that somehow, and in some way, Specimen 9 is a survivor of these experiments.

Signifigance

So, what does it mean? We have backstory now, but it doesn’t answer why he deserves to be the final boss.

It’s simple. Every other specimen is based on fictional horror media. Specimen 9, on the other hand, is based on a real life tragedy. That’s why he deserves it.

Actual Conclusion

Well, that was a stark contrast from Nishiki. Definitely check this game out if you haven’t! The original is free and the HD Renovation is cheap!

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⚡ The Song I Sing

The Song I Sing: Octavia has been with Team Flash since the beginning. After getting over the heart breaking betrayal of Harrison Wells along with gaining the speed force, Octavia is up against the best with her speed. But one strange run later and Octavia finds herself traveling time for the first time, and in a heap of trouble. She may be quick on her feet, but Harrison Wells isn’t easily fooled.

Warnings: Language, Explicit Material, Dubious Advances.

To Note: Eowells x NAMED!Reader.

Word Count: ~4.3k

"So Cisco wants you to do what again?" you questioned, rubbing your forehead as Barry tried to figure out how to work the two devices Cisco had given to test out on the airfield.

"He wants us to run with these," Barry explained as he scratched his head with the receiver of one, while staring in puzzlement at the other. "But he failed to mention what they’re for or how to use them, as usual…"

Walking over, you grabbed the device out of Barry’s hand and squinted at it, rotating it in your hand.

“Looks like a suped up velocity receiver, which basically means we just have to run around with them in our hands and hope that Cisco Ciscofied them enough to where they won’t break apart,” you said as you inspected the device. “But why he wants to know our velocities when he already has plenty of information on that is beyond me.”

“It’s Cisco, he’s always working on something,” Barry responded with a sigh. “So I guess we just start running?”

“Yep,” you mused before looking down at your outfit. “And I swear to god if this ruins these shoes…”

“Cisco will buy you a new pair,” Barry huffed before taking off in a yellow flash. Huffing at Barry, you rolled your eyes.

“These are Italian. Cisco would faint at the price,” you mumbled before taking off after Barry in your own flash of gold. Running down the tarmac after Barry, you heard the velocity receiver let out a trill at your movement. Hopefully, that meant Cisco was getting the information he wanted.

Barry and you did several back-and-forth sprints across the runway. On your lap number ten, just as Barry and you hit the halfway mark down the tarmac, something exploded brightly in front of you, sending you both skidding to a stop while covering your faces.

Smelling burning plastic as your shoes skidded to an abrupt halt, Barry and you gaped at the swirling energy in front of you.

“Uh, Barry?” you questioned, your eyes trained on the flashing waves of rippling energy. “What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Barry panted beside you, his green eyes flickering all over the shifting lights. “But something tells me that it isn’t good…”

“So we should probably start running…?” you offered. Barry nodded slowly.

“Yeah, that would probably be a good idea,” Barry answered weakly. “You head back to the lab, tell Caitlin and Cisco what happened.”

“I’ll go do that,” you mumbled before turning around and taking off. Zipping away from the airport, you were unsettled by the fact that the energy flare seemed to be following you. That only made you run faster. The streets of Central City warped and bended as you whipped by them, and abruptly hitting the brakes, you slid across the concrete floor of the cortex, puffing.

Looking around, you found Caitlin and Cisco nowhere to be found, which was strange because they had said they would pretty much be in the cortex room the whole day. Your eyes went to the digital clock on the wall. It blinked eleven forty-three PM at you.

“What the—“ you muttered, wondering why the clock was wrong. It was only about two in the afternoon. Something was wrong, no Cisco or Caitlin, a very quiet Cortex, a wrong clock. “Shit,”

Walking quickly over to the Cortex computers, you bent over the nearest one and quickly typed in your username and password. It didn’t work. You tried again, making sure to spell everything correctly. User not registered.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, your eyes going to the small date in the corner of the screen. How the hell did you manage to crash your way into the past? Three years, three. Brushing the hair that had slipped from your braid out of your face, you quickly connected the dots. That energy flare must have boosted your speed, and if you found out when the next one was due, you could use it to get back.

Logging into the computer using Cisco’s username and password, you pulled up the software Cisco had designed to calculate energy changes around the system. You had no idea how to use it, but with enough poking around, you might be able to figure something out. While you were trying to figure out how to operate the software, you failed to pick up on the sounds of an electric chair gliding across concrete.

“Miss Turner.” You completely froze at the voice echoing in the large room. You hadn’t heard that voice in so long, or at least that tone. Straightening up, you forced a smile on your face as you turned around on your heel.

"Dr. Wells, you were up late!" you greeted lightly, although you were literally shaking on the inside, half out of fear and half out of anger.

“Oh, you know me, I like my work,” he responded as he wheeled himself over near you and rested his arm on the chair. “What brings you by so late?”

Something told you that just by the way he said those words that he knew something was going on and was suspicious of you.

“Had a thought, needed to get it down and investigate before I forgot,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders slightly. His lips curved into that half smile of his as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Really?” He questioned, those blue eyes of his practically staring into your soul. He then asked you a question that completely caught you off guard. “Who are you?”

Your lips parted as you tried not to stumble for words. You blinked at him in fake confusion, your eyes darting around as your face scrunched up.

“Sorry? I don’t know what you mean by ‘who are you?’. You know me, Octavia Turner, Barry’s friend and Cisco’s best friend? We’ve known each other for like— two years, I help you out all the time…”

“Hmm,” he sounded, not entirely convinced. His head tilted, and he gave you that deadly smile of his. “I know for a fact that Octavia is in Oregon, visiting her parents.”

You remembered this trip; you had talked nonstop about how excited you were to visit your parents and home city of Portland.

“I came back early,” you smoothly replied while shrugging nonchalantly. “You know how my parents are. They get a globe-trotting idea in their heads and have to answer that call. I didn’t want to ruin that by making them stay, so I came back.”

He chuckled as he shifted in his seat, the muscles of his upper body practically rippling beneath his black blazer and white button-up. That was a threat alone. You knew exactly how dangerous this man was, and you weren’t just talking about how unbelievably handsome he was. Thawne plucked his glasses off his nose and rubbed his forehead, his soft chuckles fading.

“Oh, you’re good, I’ll give you that… but you aren’t Octavia, at least not my Octavia,” he stated, his face going deadly serious as he slipped his glasses into the pocket of his blazer. Those blue eyes pierced into yours as your heart started racing. “So tell me, who are you and how did you get in here?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out, shaking your head. “I don’t know what you mean, it’s me, I am Octavia, you know Tavia… the clumsy one that spills coffee on herself at least once a day?”

His lips pressed into a line that half looked like a smile and half looked like a smirk, and for a millisecond, you thought he was going to let it be. You were wrong.

Thawne was moving before you could even twitch a muscle, the Cortex disappeared as he ran off with you in his motorized wheelchair and barely a second later you found yourself pinned to one of the bumpy walls of the Time Vault with a tight hand around your throat. Gasping in surprise, your legs kicked out at him as his blue eyes narrowed at you in all seriousness.

“I’ll ask you one more time before I put my hand through your chest,” Thawne said evenly, darkness echoing around his electric blue eyes. “Who are you, and where did you come from?”

Grasping at his hand while digging your fingernails into his flesh, you quickly ran through your options. You could run; he would catch you and then kill you. You could continue playing dumb. He would kill you. You could tell him the truth… and you didn’t know what would happen or if he would believe you.

He obviously didn’t like your silence because he tightened his grip on your neck, cutting off the flow of oxygen even more.

“Future!” you sputtered out with a slight cough and wheeze. “I’m Octavia from the future!”

He regarded you with a curious look before releasing your neck and letting you drop straight down to your ass. Coughing as oxygen flooded back into your lungs, you rubbed your neck as he walked a few paces away, clearly lost in thought.

“You aren’t in my plans.” He turned on his heel, looking down at you with those piercing eyes. “You aren’t in my plans and yet you somehow have the speed force.”

You shakily pushed yourself to your feet, leaning back against the dotted wall. You were on the fence. Do you spill your guts and tell him everything? Or do you keep your silence and hope that he lets you run out of here since you are an insignificant insect compared to him? He sighed at your silence and ran a hand through his hair.

"Octavia, Octavia, Octavia," Thawne tutted, tapping his fingers on his chin while smirking slightly. “I always liked you, you know, I still do. You’re quiet, hardworking, never questioned me, always so eager to help.”

“Yeah, and look where that got me,” you huffed underneath your breath, your attitude gained after receiving the speed force coming through. “Stuck in the past with you.”

“Ooh, the little songbird finally found her voice,” He mused, his smirk widening. “Tell me, how does having the speed force rushing through your very DNA feel? Empowering, isn’t it?”

That’s how he knew you weren’t the Octavia from this time. He could probably feel the speed force in you, humming just underneath your skin.

“I didn’t ask for this, you know,” you spat back at him, your eyes vibrating red briefly. “And the joke’s on me for ever thinking you were a handsome, honest, brilliant man.”

“Hmm, you aren’t wrong,” Thawne gloated, raising his hands in a carefree move. “You do love me, don’t you?”

“I stopped following you around like an eager, lovesick puppy ages ago, Thawne!” you hissed at him. “Get off your high horse!”

He zipped in front of you, slamming his palms on either side of your head and caging you while you pressed yourself flat against the wall. Or at least tried to. Attempting to keep your fear of him in check, you glared back into his amused blue eyes in defiance, ignoring just how close he was to you.

“You’ve gotten confident, songbird,” Thawne purred, his mouth so close you could literally feel the vibrations from his words along with the breath he exhaled.

“As I have stated,” you responded, struggling to keep your body under control. “I wasn’t given a choice in the matter, so I adapted. It’s a lot easier to be confident when I can outrun almost all danger.”

“I’d like to see you try to outrun me.”

“Why do you think I haven’t tried bolting yet? I’m not stupid or suicidal.”

“No,” He agreed, his lips curving into that devious, hot, bad smirk of his. “You’re not.”

“What do you want with me right now, Thawne? Because if you’re going to drive your hand through my chest, by all means, go ahead, I’m waiting,” you coolly spat in his face, your eyes blazing with simmering irritation.

“Oh, my little songbird, I think I’d rather hear your sweet tune,” Thawne replied huskily before pressing his knee against the apex of your jean-clad legs and vibrating it. Clamping your lips together, you muted a muffled whimper as the buzzing went straight to your core, awakening electric fire you hadn’t felt in years. “Trying to stifle those beautiful sounds? I don’t think so.”

The vibrations increased well past any toy you had felt before and left you gasping for air while twisting uncomfortably against the wall. Your fingers dug against the bumpy wall as your underwear quickly became soaked beneath his offending knee.

“Thawne,” you rasped out, panting and shaking. “S-stop, stop it.”

“Do you really want me to?” He questioned, his lips brushing teasingly against your ear before landing on your neck. He bit lightly at your skin, drawing a startled squeak that quickly turned into a moan from your mouth. “Because I have a sneaking suspicion, you want this just as much as I do.”

“This isn’t okay,” you panted out while Thawne continued to explore your neck with his mouth, biting down sometimes and placing feather-light kisses other times. “You— you are supposed to be my enemy. You’re— you’re bad!”

“Am I?” Thawne countered before removing his knee and slipping his hand down the front of your jeans, his fingers stroking you through your thin underwear. Your face burned as more whimpers slipped free from your lips. You bit down on your lower lip and closed your eyes, squeezing your knees together while your legs started quivering. Thawne grabbed your chin with his free hand, forcing you to look into his burning, lust-filled eyes. “I know you want me, Octavia, just like how I want you.”

Your hand shot down to the wrist of the hand he had shoved into your jeans, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. Lips parting as you let out a strained gasp, your fingernails really dug into his wrist when he started to vibrate his fingers against your cloth-covered core.

“Please,” you choked out, nearly breathlessly. “I can’t betray my friends, no matter how much I want you.”

“Always so loyal, my songbird,” Thawne chuckled before moving his lips to the tender flesh underneath your jaw and placing several light kisses there. “You may not be able to betray them… but I can.”

With that, his lips smothered yours in hot, passionate, divine power that sucked the rest of the air from your lungs. You couldn’t help the autonomous moan that crawled up your throat, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. He was too hard to resist.

Your remaining hand reached up and sank into his ruffled black hair, getting a good grip and pushing his lips further against yours as you started kissing back, ravenous for more. Biting and nipping at his lower lip, you groaned into his mouth when his fingers slithered past the barrier of your underwear and fully sank into your body.

Head dropping back as the vibrations suddenly hit you from inside your body, you clawed at his wrist, torn between wanting more and needing relief from the vibrations. Whimpering into his mouth while your hips twitched and your knees twisted further together, you raked your nails through Thawne’s hair. Your mouths parted, and Thawne gazed triumphantly down at you as your entire body quaked beneath his ministrations.

“Give it to me, little bird,” He purred with a twist of his lips and an increase of both his vibrations and fingering. Biting down hard on your lower lip with bruising force, your head bent forward into his chest as you choked on a rasping groan. Ripping your hand from his wrist, you sank your fingers into his blazer when your entire body started twitching in anticipation of what could only be a mind-numbing orgasm.

It didn’t creep up on you. No, it hit you with the strength of a tidal wave, washing pure electrical fire through your veins. Throwing your head back into the wall, your mouth dropped open in a soundless scream as your vocal cords constricted in time with your walls. You felt yourself clench down around his fingers, squeezing them tight as you came hard.

Chest heaving, you slowly came down from your high as your arms flopped back against the dimpled wall. Never in your life had you had an orgasm that left you trembling and weak-kneed. While you were catching your breath, Thawne withdrew his coated fingers from your pulsating core and cleaned them by sticking each of them in his mouth. You shuddered, wide-eyed as your body warmed up once more, turned on by that small action.

“God, you taste divine,” Thawne rasped as he stroked your jaw, his blue eyes staring down into your wide hazel ones. “And to think I never tried to taste you before…”

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. The addicting high and electricity crackling through your veins stole any words you could have said. You just stood there, wide-eyed, panties soaked, jeans too probably, legs shaking and silently wanting more. It seemed Thawne wanted more by the way he felt pressed up against your body.

You didn’t have to wait long. Thawne had your boots, jeans, and underwear off before you could blink, ripped the top half buttons of your blouse, and was hoisting you up against the wall. Your hands jerked to his chest the moment you felt his length sliding into your body with ease. A hoarse wheeze tumbled out of your lips as your own fingers dug into the fabric of his button-up, tearing at the expensive material until buttons popped free.

When he started to thrust, falling into a sinful perfect rhythm, your shoulder blades scraped against the wall, adding just a pinch of pain that only heightened the pleasure he drove into your body. Panting, your fingers sank into his exposed chest while his mouth swooped down and landed on your exposed bra and cleavage.

Teeth scraped across your delicate skin followed by a hot tongue soothing the sting, marking up blank skin like it was a canvas. Thawne sucked your skin into his mouth, no doubt leaving territorial marks, while you moaned and slowly crumbled in his arms. Your feet moved to wrap around his waist, closing the space between your bodies, locking your ankles together.

Every time his pelvis hit yours, the burning need grew in the pit of your stomach, and the more you struggled to keep your vocalizations to a minimum. You did not want to give him the pleasure of knowing that he knew exactly how to bring out the worst sort of pleasure. Thawne’s mouth ripped from your now overly sensitized chest and rapidly trailed up your neck, and you were staring in each other’s eyes once more.

“Look at you trying so hard to be quiet,” Thawne rasped with that smirk of his. He clearly was enjoying your struggles. His lips brushed against yours as you made a strangled noise in the back of your throat. Thawne’s grip on your thighs tightened to the point of being uncomfortable as he sped up and a small cry slipped from your lips. “That’s it, little bird, sing for me.”

Your muted cries turned to full-on whimpers as his cock started to vibrate within you, threatening to send you straight over the edge and into la-la land. Your left hand raked up his chest to grip his shoulder when your entire body started to tremble and quake in his grasp. You weren’t going to last for more than a few seconds.

Dragging in a shuddering last breath, the oxygen nearly caught in your throat when he hit a certain spot in your body. You exploded around him with a gushing sensation and a sharp cry. Throwing your head back as you twitched heavily in his arms, you were quickly overwhelmed by lightheadedness.

You felt your body go slack even as Thawne continued to thrust, your ankles dropping from their locked position and dangling listlessly in his hold. Your eyelids fluttered as you gasped for a few seconds more, and, closing your eyes, you went completely limp.

A soft groan passed through your lips as you shifted in place, dull aches emanating from your hips and core. Scrunching your face, you reached up and rubbed your face while moving yourself into a sitting position. Blinking in confusion, you were met with the interior space of Thawne’s lounge room. How did you end up here?

Still slightly out of it, you dropped your legs from where they were stretched out and immediately felt muscle soreness. Your head dropped down to stare at your hurting legs and the very first thing you saw was the torn buttons of your blouse. Your heart skipped a beat as your fingers then brushed against the black blazer you were wearing.

His.

Next, you noticed that your bare feet were touching the cold concrete floor of the room. Your head swiveled around, looking for your precious leather boots and socks. You found them sitting on the floor at the other end of the couch.

“The next energy flare will happen at twelve forty-three tomorrow afternoon,” Thawne’s voice spoke up, making your head snap in that direction. He sat in one of the lounge chairs, legs crossed and a glass in hand. His electric chair tucked away in the corner of the room. “You can go home then.”

Your cheeks flooded with heat as your fingers dug into the fabric of the couch you had been laying on, memories of exactly how you ended up in this predicament fresh in your mind. Pursing your lips, you held the blazer closed to cut off the view of your marked chest and bra.

“Why?” you questioned him slowly. “Why bother? Wouldn’t it just be easier to get rid of me?”

His lips quirked into a half smirk as he continued to lounge in his seat.

“You, my little songbird,” Thawne started with a curl of his lips. “Are far more interesting than I initially thought.”

He took a sip while you scowled at him.

“That isn’t an answer and you know it,” you responded crisply. He simply smiled and pushed his glasses back up his nose.

“But it is the only one I will give you,” you let out an annoyed huff before dropping back against the couch. You were tired, still feeling the effects of Eobard Thawne between your legs, and there was nothing to do until tomorrow.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you and all is forgotten,” you mumbled, trying and failing to sound pissed. His eyebrow popped up and his lips twisted into a teasing smile.

“Oh, I don’t expect you to. You would be a fool to, and that’s what makes you smart, Octavia,” Thawne replied in a rare instance of praise. “I suggest you get some sleep. Time travel isn’t effortless as you now know.”

Huffing at him, you flopped back down on the couch, holding the blazer close to your body for a source of comfort. You had… relations… with enemy number one of Team Flash. How could you ever look in their eyes again? Curling up, you tried to go to sleep like he advised.

“I can feel you staring,” you stated, not opening your eyes. “Can you not?”

“Is it bothering you?”

“Immensely,” you ground out, your teeth nearly grinding together.

“Too bad,”

You could just imagine the little amused smirk on his handsome face as he ignored your words. Oh well, it was worth a try. Grabbing one of the pillows and pulling it back over to your head, you set your head down on it and actually tried to get some sleep.

Sleep didn’t come easy, but you did manage to fall asleep despite being in the presence of one Eobard Thawne. The next morning, you woke covered with a Star labs blanket and only felt even more confused and stressed. You felt like Eobard Thawne was giving you whiplash, because deep down you knew that the moment you ceased to be of interest, you would be expendable, and yet some part of you still longed for his sharp touch.

Shaking your head and rubbing healed neck, you stared at the clock in the room that read twelve forty-one. Two minutes left before the energy surge would give you a chance to head home. You started pacing, rubbing your arm and wondering what the hell you were going to tell Barry and the others.

You were lucky enough that you healed so fast all evidence of what happened last night was erased while you slept. That certainly saved you from the embarrassment of explaining how exactly you had gotten the multitude of rather intense markings on your body.

Turning back around to go pace back across the room, you saw that Thawne had rolled himself into the cortex.

“Seeing me off?” you questioned dryly. “How magnanimous of you.”

His lips curved into a hint of a smile as he pulled his glasses down from his nose and looked at the lenses.

“I think I enjoy this confident side of you, Miss Turner. Have a safe trip.” You rolled your eyes as the energy in the room shifted and the swirling energy appeared. You walked for it and just before you went to merge with it, he spoke again. “I look forward to finding out just how much I can make you sing, little songbird.”

You paused for a moment before responding.

“You’ll have to catch me first,” you said with a smirk of your own. His eyebrows went up in amusement and with one last look, you burst forward and disappeared into the energy mass in a shower of yellow.

Date Published: 12/9/20

Last Edit: 8/27/21

EoWells Masterlist

The Flash Masterlist

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[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from a bedroom floor, clothes and drawers thrown around as someone can be seen trying to find something.]

?: god damnit where is it!

[Voice identified: Rose.]

R: damnit there isn't any fucking time

[Rose throws her mattress, tossing it in just a way nothing under it is visible. Eventually she grabs something as it rattles, before walking over and grabbing the phone. In her hand a small bag of bullets.]

R: Ness, Katherine, Jenny, Daff, Liam, Leon, Will… Dad. I'm sorry I have to do this… All of this is my fault.

[Rose opens a door and sprints out, a noticeable limp in her run. Passing someone as they snatch a set of keys out of the person's hand.]

?: Rose-

[Voice identified: Ness.]

[Before anymore words can be said Rose swings open the front door to the apartment, grabbing a bag on the way out.]

Ne: ROSE!

[Rose runs, almost tripping on the stairs before sticking her phone in her jacket pocket. And running once more, a second pair of footsteps close behind.]

Ne: ROSE STOP!

R: Ness I'm sorry…

[Rose turns, running into the open elevator. Closing the door before Ness can run in.]

R: Just need to get in…

[The elevator doors open and Rose sprints out to a van, hopping out and starting it. Speeding off before turning on the radio.]

Radio: She's a killer queen-

[Rose flips the radio. Another song.]

Radio: Two birds on a wire-

[Rose flips the radio again, this time a news broadcast.]

Radio: Breaking news: Local Lostfield resident Hank Frazier, husband of former school teacher Ruby Henderson, was found dead, officers say the only parts of his head they could find. Was crushed into the dirt.

[Rose turns off the radio, stopping the car.]

R: sparrow's dad…

[Rose hops out of the car and runs into the forest, passing multiple trees not saying a word, limping causing her to almost fall multiple times. This lasts for five minutes before she stops.]

R: This is where…

[Rose drops to the ground, before crying.]

R: I… I have to break this promise dad…

[Rose stands up, noticing something just barely out of frame walking over to it, A gun. she picks it up, the blood covered weapon almost falls out of her shaking hand before she stuffs it in her pocket and runs even more.]

R: Ok gotta get to the mall.

[Rose runs with a limp for 3 more minutes before reaching a building, she stops leaning against it for support.]

R: Gotta get in… find that window.

[Rose walks along the outside of the mall for 5 minutes before finding a window. The window looks as if it's been repaired at least a few times.]

R: Ok sparrow… I'm coming to get you.

[Rose takes multiple steps back before running and jumping through the window, the window shattering on impact as Rose falls with a thud.]

R: SON OF A BITCH!

[Rose sits up, a piece of glass sticking out of her torso.]

R: Get up rose… Fix your mess.

[Rose slowly stands up, when the camera finally fixes itself it's revealed to be a parking garage.]

R: To think… Last time I was here…

[Rose begins walking, slowly. Before a loud distorted mechanical scream is heard.]

R: F- fuck…

[Rose begins trying to run, but she can't. No words are said until Rose reaches a set of stairs, another scream.]

R: D- DAMNIT!

[By the time Rose reaches the top of the stairs, and walks through the mall, someone can be heard being chased. The same mechanical screaming is heard close to the running person.]

?: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

[Voice identified: Mari.]

R: W-

[Rose turns around, a person in a bloody t-shirt with muted red hair is seen carrying someone. Behind them is a 6 '11 creature made of wires and rotted flesh, two bright green lights shining from it's head.]

R: R- Ruby

M: R- ROSE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? UGH NO TIME SPARROW WENT TO THE BURGER KING I THINK!

[Rose starts running in the opposite direction of the screaming, it's a slow run. The monster can be heard turning gears seemingly scratching together.]

M: OH NO YOU DON'T! OVER HERE ASSHOLE! YOU WANT ME COME AND FUCKIN GET ME!

[The creature can be heard turning back around and chasing Mari as Rose runs.]

R: SPARROW! IT'S ROSE! ARE YOU OK!

[After repeating herself three times a child can be heard crying as well as the slight jingle of a music box, they seem to be calling out to someone.]

?: J- jenny… J- jenny i need you…

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

R: Sparrow…

[Rose slowly walks into the restaurant, the crying getting louder.]

Sp: J- jenny please let that be y- you…

R: Kid it's-

[Before Rose can finish she's cut off by the child.]

Sp: YOU LIED TO ME! YOU AND EDGAR AND MARI AND WILL! YOU SAID MY MOM WAS ALIVE!

R: Kid…

Sp: YOU TOLD ME MY MOM WAS ALIVE AND I WOULD GET TO SEE HER!

[Sparrow throws a pocket knife at Rose, which she catches.]

R: I… I didn’t want to hurt you… None of us did..

Sp: My mom is dead… I don't want to see you! I want to see JENNY!

R: Sparrow… Please? You're stuck with me anyway.

Sp: I HATE YOU!

[Rose sits down on the floor, the music box can be heard playing 'My grandfather's clock'. Rose pulls three photos out of her pocket, and hands them to Sparrow.]

R: Those are photos of your mom… My sister.

Sp: Why… why are you doing this…

R: Because I promised to keep you safe.

[Neither person talks for 10 minutes, after a while Rose pulls her phone out of her pocket. Whispering.]

R: [Whispering.] Of fucking course you recorded… Of course.

[End transcript.]

[wikifido]

Prolouge (One Year Ago)

The Curse is over.

The Curse that starved towns, prompted wars, and took her father is over.

A layer of sweat and ash clings to Duvanith’s face and hair as she stumbles away from the chamber featuring the now-destroyed source of the Wasting Curse. Screams, clattering steel, and loud eruptions of arcane spells echo through the hallway she limps down. The curse was over, but the necromantic Magus that was its progenitor wasn’t, and he cut swaths through the makeshift Adventuring Company that had ended his wicked scheme. 

The hallway eventually gives way to a familiar chamber, the one where not but an hour ago. The withered remains of the fairytale-like crones that had nurtured the Magus’s Curse in his absence were still where she had helped cut them down. She leans against the chamber wall, digs around in her satchel bag, and retrieves a squat chalice with encrusted gems along its stem topped with an unbleached but heavily lacquered human skull.

The Skull Chalice Mwaxanare’s symbol of office as Queen of Choilt

Duvaniths pointed ears perked up; the sounds of fighting in the other chamber had stopped. Duvanith frantically darts her eyes around the room over the crone's body, a table covered in alchemical and spellcasting materials, a cage in the corner, and the barricaded door on the balcony. Her eyes linger on the door momentarily before she pushes herself off the wall and limps towards one of the crone's bodies. 

She draws her dagger, kneels next to the rank corpse, and uses the flat of her blade to lift one of the crone’s cloaks from the floor. She places the Chalice beneath it and lets the cloak resettle to the floor. 

Approaching footsteps echo from the hallway behind her. 

Duvanith quickly fishes her hand into the interior pocket of her red cropped jacket; from it, she pulls a pressed, well-loved, white, and purple orchid. She lays it on the crone’s body, rises to her feet, and turns to face the approaching figure.

Two pinpricks of light shine out from the Magus’s eye sockets; his skin was dehydrated, rotted tight across his skull. 

“It’s just us now, elf.” He says with a raspy edge. 

Duvanith looks him over, finding blood on the edges of his long purple robe, which likely belonged to her Adventuring Companions. 

She was fast, but this magus’s lair had locked them in hours ago, and she only knew of one way out. 

Her eyes darted to the barricaded door again, and she didn’t have time for major surgery with the magus here. 

“Saved the best for the last rot-mouth?” She says as she erupts into a sprint and switches the grip on her knife; a bright, magical flame leaps from the blade as it carves through the air.

As fast as she is, the Magus is faster; in the blink of an eye, he brings his staff across his body and deflects the blow away with a strength Duvanith hadn’t expected, sending her tumbling to the floor. 

“Pathetic.” the Magus mutters as he swings the staff down hard as Duvanith clambers to get back up.

The swing strikes hard down on Duvaniths collarbone; a crunching noise accompanies a momentary burst of sudden pain. She screams in pain before her adrenaline pushes her through the pain and cries in return. 

“Foiled the plans of a Magus, and all I am is a fucking archer, and you call me pathetic?” 

She swung her dagger again, her now decimated collar bone doing her no favors in placing force behind the strike, but she didn’t need to; she knew his speed now. Once she saw his staff begin to move, she tossed the dagger, shot her other hand forward, grabbed the blade out of the air, and plunged it directly into the side of the Magus just as it began alight with magical flame.      

The Magus screams out in agony, writhing backward. He recovers just as fast as Duvanith had, his eyes narrow. Black tar-like blood now permeated the robe near the stab site. He then swings his staff at Duvanith, landing a brutal strike on her chin, causing her to get splayed out on her back. 

She swallows a mouthful of blood and looks at the Magus as he draws his staff back for another heavy swing. 

“Fuck you.” She utters as she watches the staff start to come down, and then the world goes black.

[atl4ntxc]

—character(s), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon.

—genre, angst.

—cw/tw, death by suicide, death, mentions of self harm, blood, gore in detail. (dm me or send an ask if i missed anything)

—notes, Christmas eve. i promised to post the finale part on the night of christmas eve, didn't I? I am very late. Though, as an apology, i added a new years bonus! The ending was rushed so i'm sorry :(

please do not plagiarize, copy, translate or repost on any platform/website without my consent.

HOW TO BE REPLACED 007

You are at the finale of the story! Thank you for reading <3. check my masterlist to see the letters that the brothers + xiloscient + ella have received! (seperate parts)

Snow particles began to fall down during the night of Christmas eve. You wouldn't say that this will be the last Christmas you'll celebrate, because you're not even sure if you would survive or not.

you looked at the neatly stacked letters and sighed, sadness overcoming your emotions. New year is approaching, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to celebrate it, as this is the night that you would disappear from earth.

Tonight, you would finally take your last breath.

Xiloscient felt anxious. He had never felt like this before, so this was extremely foreign to him to feel such thing. He didn't like what he was feeling, and tried to brush it off by distracting himself with work.

Though as time went on, his anxiety increased and he had a bad feeling in his gut that you were about to do something stupid. He let go of his pen and clutched his head, his ears twitching. Xiloscient lowered his head on his desk as a migraine appeared, making the elf grown in pain.

He felt the intense pulsing and throbbing sensation on one side of his head, making him use his knuckles to caress his temple. “What is this feeling...?” he mumbled, eyebrows furrowed.

Though, he remembered what Barbatos showed him. He widened his eyes and turned his head to look at the ticking clock on the wall— 11.38 p.m. “Mc.. They would never!” he stood up and took his coat, rushing out of his room, running and almost tripping over his own foot.

No no! This is not happening!

He ran and ran, sprinting and taking a taxi, ordering the driver to drive as fast as he can, offering to pay extra for the inconvenience he had done. He went into the hospital and ran to the counter, “Where is Mc?!”

“Uh, sir. I need your na-”

“This is urgent! I do not have time for this— i’m trying to save my best friend’s life for fucks sake!” he yelled, sweat rolling down his temple, a few drops hitting the floor. “Your name is required, sir. If not, I will call the security and-”

“Xiloscient! My name is Xiloscient! Please, just let me through.” he spoke quickly, taking deep breaths to calm down his heart. “Xiloscient Aestra, am I correct? Please don’t cause a commotion.”

He nodded and speed walked his way to the rooftop, seeing you sitting on the edge of the roof, your hair swaying along in the cold and freezing air. “Mc!”

You turned back to look at him, a small smile present. “You made it, Xilo.”

He huffed, the air becoming visible as it was forcefully let out of his mouth. He took a deep breath and clutched his chest, eyes in fear as he looked at your dangling legs. “Mc, please... don’t.”

He spoke gently, eyebrows furrowed. You smiled widely at him and lightly laughed, “My journey will be ending here. It was nice knowing you, Xiloscient Aestra. I hope we will meet once more in the after life and get to know more about each other,”

“No no! You're journey is just beginning, Mc! Please, don’t... I don’t want to lose another one...” his voice cracks, his eyes filling up with tears. You silently look at the sky, the snow flakes falling, decorating the starry night. Fireworks were launched in the air, colourful and bright sparks lighting up the sky.

“It’s a beautiful night indeed. I would like to pass away peacefully, during nights like these. I wouldn’t dare to pass such opportunity, i’ve been too patient with how life has treated me.”

Xiloscient continued to listen to your rambling and slowly walked up to you, hoping to successfully ambush your figure and saving your life. “life has been very unfair to me for these past years, and i can’t seem to take it anymore. I was too accepting of what had happened to me, to the point where i would harm myself.”

“what is the purpose of living, exactly? If there is no purpose, then what is the thing keeping me alive? nobody except for you, Xiloscient.” he was caught off-guard. Xiloscient froze in place and widened his eyes, his jaw dropped. “i like you, Xiloscient. But, i know that you would never reciprocate my feelings. So, I gave up.”

You chuckled and looked at him at the corner of your eyes, “love is such a blinding thing, isn’t it? Not only is it killing me inside, it’s also messing with me. I tried loving each person that has came into my life, only for them to leave.”

You paused, taking a breath. “But you... you were there when i was in my lowest. You were there when i was crying, and you were also there when i was dying. I was expecting for you to leave, but you didn't.”

“I mean, I still am dying but i know my pain will stop if i end it all.” you looked back at him, your smile turning upside down. “and no one, not even you, will stop me from achieving the peace i have been craving. So, i'd like to say my final goodbye to you— my dear love.”

And with one push from your hand, you fell down the rooftop of the hospital, eyes closing as tears slipped. ‘Finally, peace and quiet...’

“Mc!”

The sound of your bones shattering as it hit the concrete made Xiloscient put his hand on his mouth, fat tears rolling down from both of his eyes. No no no... This is not happening. No, please. Please Mc, don’t leave me! Why didn’t i have been faster?! Why didn’t i save you?!

Blood began to pool around your corpse, pieces of your brain coming out of your skull. Your skull cracked open, making you instantly be greeted with death when you hit the concrete floor of the hospital. Your hospital gown was now covered in blood, your hair everywhere.

Passerbys began screaming and searching for help, and hospital staff members rushed outside to get you help.

Xiloscient fell to his knees and had his eyes wide open, hand still clasped to his mouth. He couldn’t move a muscle, not after what happened.

“Xilo! Promise me that we won’t leave each other, okay?” the little you spoke, bright eyes smiling at him. He looked at your pinky and slightly smile, promise.

“We’re gonna be friends forever, right? And then we’ll get married in the future!”

He blushed and nodded, a shy look overcoming his features.

“Where is Mc?!”

Barbatos and Diavolo rushed in, hoping that they wouldn’t be too late. “Gone. Mc’s gone.” he whispered, hiding his face in his hands as he continued to weep, mourning over the loss of his close friend.

“Mc... I’m- I’m so-” Simeon could barely let a sentence out as he continued to sob, seeing your corpse in a coffin, a peaceful expression present on your face. You had a small smile, your body being surrounded by pink carnations, which stands for remembrance. Your hair had been decorated with white carnations, which represents love and innocence— fit for someone like you.

Simeon hugged Luke who was also crying, both of them leaning to each other for comfort. “See you soon, Mc. May your soul rest in peace.” The brothers looked down in shame, as they knew for what they had done Mc in the past.

“Thank you for the memories, Mc... Please take the peaceful rest that you craved.” Solomon spoke with a smile, eyes filled with tears as the umbrella that he held shook, his hand shaking.

“Mc, I’m so sorry for not saving you. I knew that this was going to happen, but i was blocked by so many issues. I wanted to go to you, save you, tell you it will be okay, but it was too late. And, I apologize for that.” expressed Barbatos, his face filled with regret.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m speechless. I’d like to ask for forgiveness from your family, as i was responsible for everything. I apologize for being so ignorant and careless, and i know this is too late, but i hope you forgive me.” Diavolo lowered his head, eyes stinging with tears.

The funeral was held and many tears were shedded, the rainy weather and dark atmosphere making it worse.

“Don’t even speak, Lucifer. Or infact, any of you. You should be ashamed for what you have done to Mc!” Luke yelled pointing his index finger to Lucifer and his brothers after they arrived RAD. “They were suffering— suffering by themselves! If all of you hadn’t been so blind by your ego and selfishness you would’ve seen it!”

“Listen, Luke-” Satan tried to interrupt before being cut off by Luke, “No, you listen! You all have been so awful and cruel to Mc, giving all your stupid love and affection to Ella instead— leaving Mc heartbroken. They were the one who fixed your family, they were the one brought you all together, they were the one who made you all forget about your past! Until Ella shows up, acting all high and mighty, bullying and mocking Mc 'till they decided to kill themselves!”

Simeon came behind Luke and held his right shoulder before being pushed off by him, shocking Simeon. Luke was absolutely furious at the brothers and mostly Ella. He couldn’t control his anger, it would shame Satan, who was the avatar of wrath himself.

“Shame on you! Shame on all of you! I hope you all live with regret for what you have done, and Ella...” He took a breath and glared right into her eyes, “I hope you get what you deserved for treating Mc like trash.”

Luke turned around and ran, making Simeon and Solomon run after him, Diavolo also following behind. The only one that was there was Xiloscient who stood there quietly. “Fuck all of you.”

He turns around and leaves, cursing the brothers and mostly Ella off in the inside.

All of them were shocked. Beel was crying and was in shame for what his brothers had done. They do not deserve to mourn, as for they have done the unforgivable.

NEW YEAR BONUS!

notes: happy new year! I know this is so late but since new year has came, i decided to do this bonus. :)

xiloscient stood infront of your grave, the picture of you smiling still engraved in his mind. “Hey, mc... Guess what! I got married and had children with a person that I love and cherish. She is very beautiful inside and out. I love her with all of my heart, but she cannot replace the hole that you have left deep within me.”

He stared at your name that was engraved on the stone, “You will always be my first love, Mc. Did you remember how we promised to marry each other? I’m sorry for breaking the promise. But, you also broke yours. You promised that you wouldn’t leave me... heh, liar.” he chuckled and let a few drop of tears fall down.

THE END . . .

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 12: Uncle Jack

Season One | Season Two | Season Three

[Raining Hellfire Season 3]

Word Count: 2896 words

Warnings: swearing, voices, mentions of blood, guns, death just everywhere, mentions of killing

[A/N: I love Uncle Jack so much I named a chapter after him. UNCLE JACK SUPREMACY.]

Uncle Jack

You slipped through the door, entering the white hallway and blinking against the harsh lights.

With a look either way, you try to map it out in your head. You needed to go... right. You’d helped Steve sneak the kids to the cinema on numerous occasions but you had never gone further than the door outside Scoops Ahoy.

You walk at a fast pace, hand hovering over the scalpel you had pocketed from the interrogation room. If any Russians decided to use this hallway, you sure as hell weren’t going to allow any surprises.

Even if they did have guns.

Shit, you thought, I really didn’t think this through.

There’s a whisper behind you and you whip your head around, pulling out the scalpel.

With no one lurking behind you, you quicken your pace, looking out for the familiar sign taped to a door.

“this is the end”

You look over your shoulder, still walking. But no one was there.

Goosebumps begin to trail along your skin and your heart speeds a thousand times faster. It was trying to get into your head again.

You sprint faster, shoes squeaking against the polished floor as you skid to a stop outside your destination.

“THIS IS THE END”

The voice screamed in a terrifying echo down the hallway and you ran inside, slamming the door shut behind you with a pant.

You head straight to the employee room, searching in the dark for the bulky object. Your hand glides over something bumpy. The radio.

You grab it, immediately switching it on.

“Does anybody copy?” You say, radio held to your mouth, “I repeat, does anybody copy?”

“Y/n?” Max’s voice comes out from the other side, a distant rustle in the back ground.

“Max! Thank god.”

“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for ages, Billy-”

“He’s been possessed by the Mind Flayer, I know.” You quickly say, “Look, I’m with Steve and Dustin, Robin and Erica as well, and we’re all trapped in the mall-”

“The mall?!” She sounds startled and your eyes widened.

“Yeah?”

“Look, we’re heading there now. Billy just attacked us and El used her awesome mind thingy so we know about the gate.”

“What? No! Don’t come here, there’s-”

The radio suddenly cuts off and you pull away from it, frowning.

A blinking red light stares back at you.

“Fucking batteries!” You toss the radio back onto the table, running hand through your hair while pacing. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Just as you go to turn, the overhead lights suddenly switch on and you squint against the light, blinking.

Someone was stood in the doorway.

You grab the scalpel, holding it out while your heart hammered in your throat.

“What the hell is going on?!”

You lower the scalpel, eyes adjusting to the light. Your breath hitches.

“Jack?!” Your jaw drops as you shake your head, “What- what are you doing here?”

“I came looking for you when you didn’t show up for dinner.” He frowns, staring at the scalpel in your hand. “Now, going back to my first question. What the hell is going on?!”

You sigh, eyes tearing. But you shake them off, focusing on your uncle.

“It’s really hard to explain-”

“No, kid, tell me now.”

You sigh.

“Okay, fine.” You take a breath, preparing for the greatest ramble of your life. “There’s some freaky shit going on in Hawkins, Billy has been possessed and is trying to kill everybody but it’s not really his fault, Dustin intercepted a secret Russian code which spiralled into him, Steve and Robin finding their base and dragging a ten year old with them so I went looking, especially since I pretty much rejected Steve even though I felt the exact same way, which is how we all ended up caught and interrogated with torture but we all escaped.”

You take another breath.

“Max and the others are in danger, El has powers, Dustin’s radio is broken, Erica wants ice cream, Steve and Robin are drugged, and the Russians are after us with guns because they think that we’re spies.”

You inhale the biggest breath of your life, leaning with your hands on your knees.

You finish panting, looking up and waiting for some kind of reaction. But Jack just focused on the blood soaked bandage on your leg, the way your hair was a complete mess and the various cuts on your face staining your lips with blood.

It was all he needed to believe you.

“Then let’s get you the hell out of here. But when we do, you are explaining everything to me.” He says, walking out.

After the shock left you, you ran out to follow him.

“Wait!” You said as he headed to the front counter, “We need to use the back-”

In that moment, the back door burst open and two very angry Russian men entered the room, eyes focusing on you.

One shouted, alerting the other of your presence and Jack grabbed your arm, pulling you with him.

“Move!”

You sprint out of the shop, avoiding the counter and running out into the first floor of the mall. You turn around to see that Jack has managed to block the door, running over to you.

“Is that even gonna hold them?” You ask.

Gun fire blares into the air and chunks of the door start flying off, the chairs that were stacked tumbling down.

“That’s a no.” Jack says, grabbing your hand and tugging you along with him as you ran across the mall.

Bullets start firing behind you and you scream, both of you ducking down while making your way towards the escalators.

“Shit.” Jack muttered, looking up at barrier put in front of the escalators. “Screw this.”

He tugged against the metal, pulling it hard enough for it to clamber down to the ground and he reaches out to you, pushing you up.

“Keep your head low and keep moving.” He instructs and you follow, practically crawling up the steps, all the way to the top.

There are more shouts from below and, thankfully, you both move out of the way before the Russians fire the guns upwards, barely missing Jack’s leg.

“Move, move, move.” He pushes you across the first level of the mall, panting.

“There.” You pant, pointing to a shop next to ‘The Great Cookie’.

You both start to run over when out of the corner of your eye, you see Steve, Robin, Dustin and Erica slide behind the counter.

“No!” Jack yells.

You stop moving, looking to him. He had his hands held in the air, frightened eyes staring at you.

You turn around.

You had been too distracted to see the man with a ponytail stood in front of you, multiple men with guns behind him.

You freeze.

The ponytailed man stares at you, a smirk creeping onto his lips.

“Found you, American.”

Four heads poke up from behind the counter, obviously as to why the pursuit on them stopped.

You glance over, eyes locking with Steve and you saw his face drop.

The ponytailed man raises his hand, motioning to the counter and the men behind him slowly walk over, guns pointed at your friends.

“No.” You whisper, watching as your friends disappear behind the wood, undoubtedly waiting to be caught and killed.

The ponytailed man raises his own gun in one hand, staring straight at you. “Bye, bye, American.”

And just like that, he pulled the trigger.

You instinctively squeezed your eyes shut. It all happened too fast for you to move out of the way in time.

You waited for the bullet to pierce your skin, already feeling the pain.

You had fought Demogorgons and Shadow Monsters and yet, you were about to be killed by a man-made gun.

How ironic is that?

The bullet never came.

You hear a grunt and you snap open your eyes.

Suddenly, a car crashes into the armed men, twisting in the air to spin and hit the ponytailed man and soon enough, he was flung across the food hall, blood pouring from his head as he laid, motionless.

You let out a breath, turning back to face in front of you.

“El!” You smiled at your uncle. When did he get there?

Jack stood with a sad smile and you frown. When did he get there?

You lower your gaze to where his hands shook.

When did he get there?

Blood stained his skin, droplets marking the ground beneath him.

When did he get there????

Your eyes widen and your heart beat stops. And then, it felt like everything happened in slow motion.

Jack collapses to the floor and you run to him, tears already falling.

“NO!” You scream, falling to the floor and pressing your hands against the bullet wound in his chest, furiously shaking your head. “No, no, no, no. No! This isn’t- NO – this isn’t happening!”

“Y/n…” Jack whispered weakly.

“No, don’t speak,” You sob, pressing down on him, blood spilling out between your fingers, “You’re gonna be okay. You- you have to be okay. Please. HELP! HELP ME!”

He reaches his hand up to you, gently placing it on your cheek. His blood was surely clinging to your cheek now but you didn’t care.

“You…” He struggles to breath, a red line falling from his mouth and down his chin. “Are… the best daughter… I could have... asked for.”

“No, no.” You shake your head, tear drops falling onto your hands as you leant over his body, “You’re gonna be fine. You will- SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

“It’s okay.” He whispers, a weak smile stretching across his face as he coughs, “You’re… you’re gonna be okay, kid.”

“PLEASE!” You scream, your voice cracking through the tears.

You notice Steve suddenly run around from the other side of the wreckage, Robin following closely behind. Once he finally sees why you’re screaming, his heart drops. Robin’s hand fly to cover her mouth, eyes misting over.

“Please don’t leave me.” You cry, staring into his eyes.

Your whole life, you just wanted a father that loved you as much as you loved him. One that could see your faults and still care for you, regardless. Sam Mayfield had never been that father to you. He had let you down in more ways than one and you never thought you’d need any kind of figure in your life again. Not Sam. Not Susan.

You were thrust into Jack’s care in a matter of a night. He wasn’t prepared. He had just lost the only person he had ever cared for and now he was expected to raise a child. But, as it turns out, she was exactly what he needed. He needed the world to tell him that he was needed. And you needed him. He quit drinking. He changed his job just so he could spend more time with you, to make you feel like you had a family and a safe place to come home to. He became a father, for you.

And now, all that time you spent searching for your biological parents had been a distraction from what was already in front of you.

A real father.

“Do me a favour.” He nods, bringing his other hand to grip tightly onto yours.

“No, you’re not dying. Listen to me-”

“Please.” He whispers and you stop, heart wrenching with each second that faded by.

You nod, another tear rolling down your cheek.

“Just remember… remember that, if you love…”

“I will never truly be alone.” You finish, a sorrowful laugh leaving your lips as he smiles up at you.

“You are never alone, kid.” He says before he starts coughing up blood and you straighten, shaking your head.

“No, no! Stay with me! Stay with me, please, god, stay with me!”

You keep screaming until his breathing stops, a stray tear rolling down his face.

The hand that held your cheek slowly fell to the floor and your heart is shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, slicing through the mental armour you had built for years and years.

You lean forward, placing your head over your hands as silent tears come streaming down.

Steve runs over to you, dropping to his knees.

“Y/n…”

“No.” You cry, “No. This isn’t happening.”

Steve shakes away his tears, arm reaching out to hold you and gently tug you away from your father’s lifeless body.

“NO!” You scream and scream as Steve pulls you away, using everything in you to push away from him. But his grip stayed tight.

He pulls you into a firm hug and you still struggled against him for a moment until every fight you had left and you collapsed into his arms, sobbing into his shirt.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, his arms never loosening their hold on you as you cried, stroking your hair.

He held you like that for a long time, Robin walking over and crouching beside you, offering a hand on your shoulder as she looked to the floor.

“Guys!” Dustin yells, manoeuvring around the wreckage, “Guys, something’s happening to… El…”

He stops, voice trailing, as soon as he sees Steve holding you, Jack led still on the floor. He stumbled back before sprinting over to you, finding the space to hug you from behind.

“I’m so so sorry.” He mumbled, a tear falling from his cheek.

Your tears finally slowed, your breathing becoming unsteady pants.

Every thought in your mind circled around Jack, around every memory. It tugged at your heart, every happy image suddenly burning into guilt.

“It’ll be okay, kid.” Your uncle was stood in the doorway of your room, a sad smile on his face. He could see you fiddling with the ring on your right hand.

“I see you found her ring.” He said quietly. You had found it in one of the boxes of your aunt’s things. You remembered it from when you were little.

“I’m sorry, I can take it off-”

“No. Keep it. It’s time it was passed to the next person.” He smiled. He looked tired, but sober. It was a rare sight for you. “I was the one that gave her that ring.”

You could almost see the memories dancing in front of his eyes.

“Really?

“Oh, yeah. My older cousin gave me it, his wife gave him it, and so on. It’s been passed around for as long as I can remember.”

“Wow.” You looked at the ring on your hand. “How do you know who to give it to?”

“Good question. I never quite understood it. You see,” He took a step forward, moving to the bed and perching on the end, “when my cousin handed it to me, he told me it was for strength. It wasn’t until I met your aunt that I realised it was something we gave to those we care about. Mind you, it didn’t have to be a ring.”

“To think it could have been cold, hard cash.” You sighed sarcastically, earning a low chuckle from your uncle.

“That would have been nice. But the ring… just feels more personal.” He nodded. He sat for a while before letting out a deep sigh and standing back up, facing you.

“You should keep it. Funerals… they’re hard to swallow sometimes.”

“Yeah.” You agreed quietly, staring at your reflection.

“You’re brave.” He said sincerely, stopping just outside your door, “I know how hard this must be. Believe me. You’re stronger than you think.”

“So I guess I don’t need the ring anymore.” You half-heartedly laughed, twiddling the ring.

“Oh, I still think you need it a little longer. Stay safe, kid.”

“I like it here.” You reassure, smiling the first genuine smile you ever gave her, “I have a family here. And… just so you know… you’re always going to be my mother. That won’t change. But… I like living with Uncle Jack. I feel like… we need eachother more than you and I do.”

“Time doesn’t heal things by itself.” Jack shifted closer to you, resting his elbows on his knees as he leant forward, “Trust me on that. No matter how someone we love is removed from our lives, we are always conditioned to feel guilt. To feel like we should have done more.”

“How did you make peace?” You ask quietly and he smiles, thinking of your aunt.

“I realised that I wasn’t alone.” He smiled softly, laughing, “Because I will always have those memories. I’ll always feel that love. To feel something is what rids us of loneliness. And I had this pretty great kid who made me realise that love has a funny way of showing up when you need it the most.”

“You are never alone, kid.”

You finally shift beneath Steve’s arms and he lets you pull away, eyes searching yours. You look down at Jack laying beside you.

All that sadness, all that guilt, it was changing.

Into something much more powerful than anyone ever realises until it’s too late.

“Everyone you love, every person you drag down with you, will be taken from you”

Rage.

“Y/n?” Dustin’s small voice brings back your attention.

“I’m gonna do it.”

“Do what?” Robin asks.

Steve stares at you, eyebrows furrowed. When you meet his eyes, they’re misted over with a concerned gaze.

You stand up, everyone else cautiously elevating to join you.

"I’m going to kill the Mind Flayer.”

[A/N: I just killed off my own character. I'm gonna need a moment.]

Chapter 13: Enemies ->

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Hiii I love your stuff sm <3

How about Kyle crushing on a classmate whos known as some badass, intimidating biker type reader that most people are afraid of- when really they’re actually a very warm and sweet person when you speak to them. Kyle maybe was sort of terrified of them before but once he spoke to them for the first time he ended up feeling all fuzzy by just how sweet and charismatic they actually are. Maybe they get to do a project together and Kyle gets to ride their super cool motorcycle with them back to their house too >:D i love the idea of Kyle just being absolutely whipped over some person who most people would assume be a bully to someone like him.

(Imagine the gif below being switched with you driving and Kyle holding you.)

Kyle was utterly and completely whipped for you.

I mean this man was the definition of a simp.

Is your locker stuck again?

Oh, let me get that for you.

Dropped your brownie on the floor?

Here have mine.

It didn't matter if his friends called him crazy.

Who cares if everyone else is afraid of you?

You were absolutely perfect.

He, like most others, used to be terrified of you at first. The rumors that spread were not too friendly. So most people actively tried to avoid you.

It wasn't until one fateful day that he saw you for who you really were.

That day he was picking up Ike from the park. Without warning some drunk asshole swooped in and hit him with his bicycle. You think drinking and driving is bad, imagine drinking and bicycling. Dude was all over the place...

It was almost a hit and run. However, you came speeding over on your motorcycle and tackled the guy to the ground. You tied him to a tree so he wouldn't get away. Then you immediately sprinted to him and nursed him until the ambulance arrived.

You were so...caring and sweet. You used your first aid kit to wrap up his wounds and distracted him through the pain. It was in the moment where he saw you in a different light.

He was hospitalized for 3 days and you came to visit to check in on him. You brought him flowers and some sweets from a bakery out of town. You two chatted and got to know each other.

His parents were so grateful that you were there and they loved you. You and Ike got along well and he adored you, always asking you to play with him.

Ever since then, he's been falling for you harder everyday.

When Mr. Garrison paired you too for a slideshow project, Kyle was thanking the heavens.

The project was due in two weeks. That was plenty of time to build up to asking you out.

Due to school and your work, you hadn't been able to hang out for long.

So he'd even make the project last longer by taking his sweet, sweet time.

He approached you at your desk as you were packing up your stuff.

"Hey, (Y/N). For the project why don't we do it at my house? We just got a brand new computer and desk that will be perfect for our project."

"Yeah, sure. That'll work. You can ride with me on my bike." You stood up and smiled at him.

"You mean on your motorcycle?" Kyle's heart was pounding against his ribcage.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"N-no! That actually sounds really cool! I'll met you by the flagpole after school?"

"Sounds like a plan." You smiled at him with your pearly whites, before leaving the classroom.

He stood there with his face super red and excitement. He was caught in a daydream about you and all the things he wanted to say.

A hand flew in front of his face to catch his attention.

"H-huh? What?" He turned to see Stan.

"Dude, I've been trying to get your attention for the past 2 minutes. You were still as a statue. (Y/N) didn't threaten you or anything, did they?"

"Yeah. They're probably pissed at having to get stuck with a Jewish partner. I hope they tear you a new one. We all know they will definitely kick your ass." Cartman laughed.

"Shut the fuck up, fatass!!! (Y/N) is not like that. They're not like you who bullies everyone they see. You don't know anything." Kyle was seething. How dare he talk about you like that.

"Whoa dude. Chill." Stan had to calm him down. "Why are you so defensive over them?"

"Because he totally wants to fuck them. Dude, you're whipped for them." Kenny muffled through his parka with a knowing smirk.

Kyle's face was even redder than before and he had to hid his face under his hat.

"No way Kyle would ne-" Stan went to Kyle's defense before looking at his flustered friend. "Holly shit you are crushing on them."

"Hahaha!!! Oh, that's rich!" Cartman wiped a tear from his eye. "(Y/N) would never go for some Jewish nerd like you. Ahahaha!!!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!!! Just wait and see. I'll woo (Y/N) and they will totally fall for me!!! Just watch me!!!"

Kyle stormed out of the classroom with his confidence wavering...Could he really get you to like him? Maybe Cartman was right...You'd never fall for someone like him...

As the last school bell rang, teenagers rushed out of the jailhouse to finally go home and relax. Kyle was leaning on the flagpole waiting for you. He was trying to give himself a pep talk. So far it wasn't working...

"Hey Ky! You ready to go?" Kyle flinched back as you startled him and blushed at your sudden nickname for him. "Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you!" You gave him a side smile.

"I-It's fine. Y-yeah, I'm ready! Let's go!"

"Cool. Follow me." He trailed after you to the school parking lot and watched you hop on your bike. You put on your (F/C) helmet and you handed him a green one. "Here put this on."

"Ummm. I don't think it will fit over my hat. Can't I just ride without it?"

"Nope. Safety first. Just take off your hat and put it in your pocket. You can never be too careful on these things." You knocked on the front. "I'd rather be safe than sorry."

Kyle was hesitant and subconsciously pulled down his hat. His shame for his hair never grew out since he was a child. He didn't want you to laugh at him.

"I...I don't really like to take off my hat...I hate my hair..." He didn't mean to say it out loud and covered his mouth when he realized that he did.

You tilted your head. "What's wrong with your hair? You had to take it off when you were at the hospital, remember? I think it looks nice. You've got nice, pretty red curls." You smiled at him before gently taking off his hat. Kyle immediately attempted to cover his head. "See? You're so handsome!" You removed his hands and pointed at your side mirrors.

"H-handsome?" Kyle blushed ten shades of red at your compliment.

"Yes. Handsome. Now come on! We haven't got all day." You plopped the helmet on his head and stashed his hat in your leather jacket. "Hop on!" Kyle hesitated before nervously climbing in behind you. He didn't know where to put his hands so he clutched the seat.

You smiled gently at him. "Hold on!" You turned on the ignition and sped off. In his surprise, Kyle ended up wrapping his arms around your waist to steady himself.

"A-ah!!! Sorry!!!" After realizing how he was holding you, his first reaction was to let go. You quickly pulled his arms back around you.

"Don't apologize!!! It's fine!!!" You reassured him. You both had to yell over the roaring of the engine.

Since you said it was okay, he didn't pull away. Instead, he decided to enjoy the moment. The way the wind blew through his hair felt nice. He glanced up at you and his heart melted. You looked so cool and were so beautiful/handsome. He was falling so in love with you.

He had instinctively lay his head on your back and held you close. You had a nice smell and the sounds of the bike were relaxing to him. He was so into the moment that he didn't notice you had already parked in his driveway.

"Hey Kyle."

"Hmmm?"

"We're here. You can let go now." You giggled.

Out of embarrassment, he practically jumped off the bike. "S-sorry!!! I didn't mean to-I was just-Shit...I'm so sorry!!!" He was flustered.

After turning off the bike, you (attractively) pulled off your helmet and smirked at him knowingly.

"It's fine, dude. I don't mind. You don't have to be embarrassed." You threw his hat to him. "Come on. Just put your helmet next to mine and let's get inside. I've already got tons of ideas on what our project could be about! Hope you have snacks!!!" You practically ran inside his house, probably to find food.

He slapped himself in his cheeks to pull himself together.

You were just too cute.

When he went inside and saw you playing with Ike, he knew he was doomed...

The past two weeks went by in a blur. He had learned more about you than he did before. You were just the sweetest thing and he had fallen hard. It was always so thrilling riding on your motorcycle. He always took the opportunity to hold you. He totally didn't smell your scent or anything...That would be weird...

Today was the last day to work on the slideshow. It was due tomorrow and he was sure you'd both get an A+.

Today was the day he was going to tell you his feelings.

It was easier said than done. T_T

Everytime he had tried to bring it up, he'd wither get inturrupted by his family or too nervous to say it and changed the subject. Now it was too late as the project was finished and you were heading home.

He sulked as he walked you to your motorcycle.

This is it.

Just say it, you idiot!

Don't just stand there!

"H-hey...(Y-Y/N)?"

"Yes, Kyle." You were putting on your gloves and getting ready to put on your helmet.

"C-can I ask you something?" He mentally cursed himself for stuttering.

"Sure, shoot."

"D-do you w-want to- what I'm trying to say is, uhm...If you want to-C-can we-" he face palmed in frustration. "Shit. W-wait- I need to say it. W-will you-"

"Go on a date with you?" You cut in. He blushed.

"Y-yeah..."

"I'd love to! What took you so long to ask?"

"W-wait really?!" He brightened up.

"Of course!"

"G-Great!!! M-maybe we could-"

"Go out for dinner?" You finished for him.

"S-sure and m-maybe after-"

"See a movie? Why I'd love to!" You took his hands in yours and smiled at him.

"Y-yeah that sounds g-good." You were too much for this boy's heart. He could barely get a sentence out. And with your hands now intertwined, his face was burning red as his heart hammered in his chest.

He couldn't Express how happy he was that you wanted to go on a date with him.

"Then it's settled! How about Saturday night?" You were beaming up at him.

"Yeah! T-That'll w-work." Damn it, Kyle!!! Stop stuttering and be normal!!!

"Wonderful! I'll see you then. Oh and Kyle?"

"Y-yeah?"

"You don't have to be so nervous anymore. Because I really like you too." You pulled him into a kiss.

The moment your lips touched his, he kissed you back with eagerness. He ran one hand through your hair and the other wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

It was absolute bliss.

When you pulled away, he had a goofy smile and hearts in his eyes.

"See you tomorrow, my dear boyfriend."

"See you tomorrow, (Y/N)." You giggled at his blissful state before riding off.

It was after you left that your words registered in his mind.

Did you just call him your boyfriend?

Holy shit you did!!!

"She called me her boyfriend!!! I've got a date!!! She actually likes me!!!" He danced around in the yard in pure ecstacy. He did not care if the neighbors looked at him funny. He was just so happy.

"Suck on that Cartman!!! She did fall for me!!!"

He was going to show you the best date ever!!!

~Fin~

[doubleleoenergy]

My Oh My

A little bit older, a black leather jacket. A bad reputation, insatiable habits.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, oral (female receiving), HEAVY breeding kink, dirty talk, knotting, mating, beta in heat, blood

Word Count: 2132

Author’s Notes: I am sorry that I am such a whore. This is disgustingly filthy.

“Y/N?” Bucky has one hand on the steering wheel of the Jeep Wrangler, the other gripping his cellphone against his ear. He was headed back towards the ‘Pack Dwelling’, as some would call it, representing the large house in the middle of the woods that his pack all lived in. Bucky had been out meeting with the Stark Pack, a pack of ten located about two hours away from their property.

It was mating season, and having been more ESTABLISHED than the Stark Pack when it came to that time of the year, their alpha Tony had asked to meet up and give advice to his group of betas. Tony himself had been through MANY mating seasons with his mate Pepper, but his pack of betas were fairly young and hadn’t experienced anything related to the first heat. Tony and Bucky explained the process to the males, bringing in the females after with Pepper in tow to help explain to them how their heat would affect them. After staying for a late lunch Bucky finally said his goodbyes, thirty minutes from home when y/n called.

“Buck…” She whined on the other end, the alpha sitting up straighter in his seat. He KNEW what was going on from the sound of her voice, a deep growl leaving his chest. This was it, this was HER first heat. His foot instinctively pressed harder on the gas, a wild look of excitement spreading across his face.

Y/N and Bucky had been together for about three months now, and the moment his cerulean hues locked on her he KNEW she was his. She had been a member of the Romanoff Pack originally, but had lost their alpha in battle. The new alpha that had taken over was cold-blooded, had a thirst for human hunting, something SHE and half of her pack did not agree with. One night, while everyone was asleep, they made their escape, becoming omegas for a few months before stumbling upon Bucky and his pack in town. The rest was HISTORY.

“I know, doll. I promise I’m hurrying.” He was going at least twenty ABOVE the speed limit at this point, not giving a fuck as he traveled on the backroads of town. No cops ever traveled this far back, and there hadn’t been another vehicle on the road for at least ten minutes. “Are you alone?” He questioned, his cock stirring in his dark denim jeans.

“Yes, Peggy also went into heat about the same time as I did today, Steve has been taking care of her in their room. But the new betas, the ones without MATES, they can smell me. They’ve been trying to get in the room but I threatened to rip off their heads if they did.” She KNEW Bucky was pissed, a darker growl wafting through the phone speaker, hearing the sound of the Jeep speeding up.

“They KNOW better.” He snapped, hearing her hold the phone away from her ear as she screamed at the betas who continued to claw at the door. “They should know you belong to ME, you have the mark to prove it, don’t know why they think they can touch their ALPHA’S property.”

Bucky’s words make the wetness between her legs worse, her panties already soaked in her denim shorts. “You can deal with them when you get here. But I really need you to hurry, Buck. I’m SO hot right now.” It felt like her body was on fire, her hips bucking against the pillow on the bed to create stimulation to her clit.

“I’ll be there in FIVE. Then I’ll show those dogs who you BELONG to.”

Bucky barely gets the Jeep in park out in front of their rustic estate, ripping his seatbelt off and slamming the door, the muscles in his arms bulging TAUT against his favorite black leather jacket. The door smacks against the wall as he enters, making the female betas watching a movie on the couch jump.

“Where are they?” He questioned through gritted teeth, pulling his leather jacket off and dropping it to the floor carelessly. One of the betas points in the direction of y/n and Bucky’s master bedroom, his footsteps getting louder as he strides against the hardwood floor.

“BOYS!” His voice is booming, the low growl settling in his chest. The three young betas clawing at the bedroom door stop, turning to look at Bucky with fear in their eyes. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?”

One of the boys looks back at the others, visibly shaking. “W-We’re sorry, alpha. Y/N just smells so GOOD. We can’t help it, we don’t have anyone.” Bucky moves to stand directly in front of them, gesturing to the door which displayed THICK scratch marks now.

“You want her that bad, huh?” He snaps his teeth at them, making them flinch. “Get out of my FACE before I rip your throats out with my TEETH.” The boys scramble, knocking into each other as they sprint down the hall and into the kitchen.

Bucky turns his attention back to the door, jiggling the locked handle a few times before he hears it unlock, pushing it open. Of course the SCENT of her arousal wafted a mile down the road, the stench only getting stronger as he walked closer and closer to the bedroom. His eyes take in the site of his mate, his cock hard as a rock now in his jeans.

She had discarded her shorts and tank top by now, the heat overtaking her, NEEDING to be free. Her drenched panties still clung to her hips, her breasts completely exposed. She looked DAZED, like she was trying to see through a fog, her mouth open and panting for cool air.

Bucky kicks the door shut behind him, walking up to y/n and kissing her deeply, his hands running through her hair. She melts against his lips and his body, feeling him press his tightened jeans against her, a moan leaving her lips when she could FEEL how hard he was already for her. She’s panting again loudly when he breaks the kiss, his hands roaming over the beads of sweat along her back, caressing her body and placing kisses down her jawline. He gently walks them backwards until they fall onto the bed, all of Bucky’s weight pinning her down.

“Buck! I need you, I’m literally on FIRE.” She croaked out, her hands going up into his long locks and tugging. A deep growl emits from his throat again, his teeth scraping against the darkened mating mark on her skin, drawing a few droplets of blood. He’s licking and sniffing all over her neck and collarbones, snaking his body down hers as he scents her, marking him as HIS. This would keep the betas away for sure, her scent covered with HIM.

Bucky watches as y/n arches her back into him as his lips latch onto her breast, sucking for a moment before moving to the other. His lips trailed down her abdomen, stopping to place wet kisses just above her pantyline. “Gotta taste you first, you smell so DELICIOUS.” He teased, a sharp fingernail slicing easily through the thin fabric of her panties. He pulls the shredded bits away, admiring her folds as they glistened with her honey.

Bucky wastes no time, lapping against the juices on the outer folds before diving inward, his beard scratching PERFECTLY against her skin. Soft moans are falling from her lips, her fingers still toying in his hair, hips bucking into his face to take MORE. It isn’t long before she cums, sending sweet liquid to his tongue.

“H-holy shit.” Her eyes close in pleasure, Bucky slurping up all of the liquid she gave him before he pulls back with a smile. “Doll, you taste even SWEETER than usual.” He gets off of her to remove each article of clothing he still had on, kicking his shoes in with the pile, his cock slapping against his stomach as it became free from the fabric binding him in.

He steps forward towards the bed again, tugging on one of her ankles to pull her so her ass is RIGHT up against the edge of the bed, her legs instinctively flexing open at her sides. “Want to take you like this first, fuck you slow on my cock, see your face when I first press into that needy cunt of yours.”

Y/N whimpers on the bed, her flingers moving to tug at her pink nipples. “Please, Buck, NEED to feel you now. I promise I’ll be GOOD.” Bucky settles against her slit, the tip of his cock red and angry, a light sheen of pre-cum leaking out. He lines himself up, one of his hands gripping her hip as he pushes in. His eyes focus on her face, watching it contort with pleasure at being filled finally. His cock was long and girthy, y/n’s cunt swallowing him in until he couldn’t push in any further. 

He barely moves backward before she cums again, tears falling to her cheeks from how incredible it felt. “Baby please move, need MORE of you.” Her nipples are hard from the way she pinched at them, one of her hands moving down so her fingers can press against her clit. Bucky’s hips move back so he’s halfway out of her before plunging back in again, bottoming out. He can HEAR how wet she is as he picks up his pace, a rumble stirring in his chest.

“Doll, you feel so good, so wet for me. Look at you, milking my cock for more.” He fucks her like that for a few minutes before pulling out, y/n whimpering at how EMPTY she felt. “Get on your hands and knees, ass up.” She does as she’s told, rolling over onto her knees and sticking her ass up high. Bucky SHOVES his cock back in, going deeper in this position than he had been before. His rough hands grab onto her hips, his nails digging into her skin as he fucks into her animalistically.

“So fucking good, look so BEAUTIFUL on your alpha’s cock.” Her walls tighten as she cums a third time, mumbling nonsense, a lazy smile spreading on her face. Bucky chuckles, one of his hands moving into her hair, tugging her flush up against him. He tilts her face so he can see her, her eyes fighting the urge to close. “Look at you, going fucking STUPID on your alpha’s cock. Can’t even stop yourself from coming, like the whore in heat that you are.”

She’s drooling a bit, letting him fuck her senseless. “Yes alpha. I’m a whore in heat, only for YOU.” He can feel his orgasm building, a guttural groan escaping his throat.

“Gonna cum in that sweet cunt, fuck you down onto my KNOT to fill you full.” The hand on her hip snakes around to rub over her stomach, his hips snapping against her harder. “You’ll look so good all SWOLLEN with my pups, gonna keep you full of my cum always, make you my breeding whore.” Y/N loses it again, submitting as she cums one last time, the hand Bucky had in her hair moving forward to grip her throat, touching along their mate mark.

“You like the thought of that, huh? You came just from THINKING about me using you as my breeding whore. Maybe when you’re heavy with my pups I’ll bring you out into the living room and make the beta boys WATCH as I fuck you, let them watch what a whore you are for me. Let them know who you belong to as I fuck you stupid.” She’s whimpering at how good all of it sounds, swallowing as best she could with his hand around her throat.

“Y-yes alpha, PLEASE, want you to do all of that. Want you to breed me, tie us together with your KNOT, want to be your breeding whore.” Her words are all it takes before his knot builds inside of her, tying them together as she wanted, ropes of cum spurting deep inside of her, breeding her full. Her stomach BULGES from all of the cum that’s pumped inside her, wincing at the sting of the knot as it locked her into place. Bucky releases his hand from her throat, her body heaving forward and collapsing on the bed, his own body resting atop hers.

He places gentle kisses to her shoulder, nuzzling against her. “Did so GOOD, doll. Can’t wait till we have a little family of our own.” She smiles, her breathing finally steadying and the fire on her body dissipating a bit.

“A little family of potential alphas to take their daddy’s place someday. I like the sound of THAT.”

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2.9k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm

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Author’s Note: And we’re at the final chapter! Thank you so much for going on this wild ride with me, and I’m rly excited to hear what you guys think - so please, drop me an ask, a note, a comment, anything!!! 

It takes time and effort to rebuild a home wrecked by a storm, and reconstruction efforts aren’t necessarily smooth sailing, especially at the start - after all, he’s still the same Miya Atsumu, arrogant and brash and foulmouthed and hyper focused on volleyball, and they both have baggage from years of regret and pain to work through. But he has determination to spare, and she loves him too much for her own good, so they start from the very foundation and work their way up, step by step, one day at a time. 

‘I’ll kill ya if ya ever hurt her again’, Osamu threatens darkly when she and Atsumu break the news to him. 

‘Go find yer own girl and stop being sweet on my wife damn it! ’ Atsumu growls, but the kiss he presses to her forehead when she smacks the back of his head for being mean to his twin is achingly sweet. 

‘Ugh, soppy. Get yer shit outta my house!’ Osamu scrunches his face in mock disgust. 

Both brothers are surprised when she beats Atsumu at flipping Osamu off. 

Atsumu moves back home (he’s not even going to hide how happy the sound of that makes him), and they mark the occasion by slipping his wedding ring back on his finger and eating take-out pizza on the living room floor. 

Her burly brothers turn up on their doorstep with a glint in their eyes and too much teeth in their smiles, determined to drag Atsumu off for a couple of drinks and what she assumes will be a very unpleasant chat. She’d insisted on patting them down to make sure they’re not packing any knives - ‘what do you take us for, little sis’, they’d protested - but she’s not taking any chances, and begs Osamu to join them, ‘please ‘Samu, I don’t want to be a widow right after I decide not to divorce his ass’, and he agrees despite grumbling that he might as well be Atsumu’s glorified babysitter at this rate. 

She’d woken up in bed the next morning to find the space beside her empty, but the living room crammed full of those four silly men. Atsumu and Osamu share a single futon between them, snoring back to back. There are faint bruises on Atsumu’s cheekbone and telltale scrapes on her own brothers’ knuckles, but otherwise they all seem relatively unscathed. 

She bends over, tracing her thumb along the contour of Atsumu’s jaw, and he stirs, eyes half lidded with sleep. 

‘Hey darlin', I’ve come home’, he tells her, warmth flickering in his smile. 

‘Welcome home, 'Tsumu’, she says, tucking the blanket under his chin and he hums in contentment, falling back asleep. 

His nightmares of brown envelopes and harsh neon lights distorting her face slowly fade, and he dreams instead of weeknight dinners and weekend picnics at the park, relishing the quiet domesticity of grocery trips and laundry loads, and delighting in home games with her and Shino cheering him on.

Some piss poor excuse of a gossip hound corners him after a match to ask him about whether he regrets leaving for Milan since his season ended in injury - and he freezes when the reporter slyly adds ‘especially since we all knew it’s a move that required you to leave your wife and daughter behind ‘. His manager is about to intervene when she sneaks up on him to slide an arm around his waist, apologising to the reporter that ‘she’s just so excited to give her husband a congratulatory kiss!’ . 

Sakusa and Meian have to join forces to pull Atsumu back from punching the reporter when he grins shark-like, thinking he’s spotted easy prey and asks her whether she felt abandoned in Japan due to his move - ‘pardon me Miya-san for my unwieldy choice of words’. 

‘Not at all’, she says without missing a beat, and Atsumu wonders if he imagines the flash of a knife in her smile. ‘I’ve always supported my husband in all his endeavours. It was a joint decision that I should stay in Japan to ensure our daughter has some stability in her life.'

‘She’s good’, his manager tells him when the reporter slinks away with his tail between his legs. 

‘Yeah - I don’t deserve her’, he answers with a rueful smile. 

When he tries to thank her that night, she levels him with a look that could knock a grown man (i.e. him) off his feet, but her voice is gentle and her words are soft. 

‘Don’t thank me’, she says. ‘Just be a better husband and father, ok?’ 

He’s not ashamed to admit that he actually cries. 

He learns to tell her he loves her at least once a day. She starts to smile back cheekily and reply ‘of course’. 

The game is in between sets when the skin at the back of his neck crackles with nerves. From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Osamu sprinting right into the stands. Then his ears pick up on his little girl’s scream - ‘mama’  she cries, her shrill voice ringing above the confusion rippling through the crowd and his legs move of their own accord, leaping over the barrier into the audience, as he snarls and shoves his way to her usual spot. 

He thought he’s had his fill of nightmares to last him a lifetime. He’s evidently wrong. 

She lies crumpled on the ground, head resting on Osamu’s lap. Her lips are pale and her eyes are closed but thank god - thank whichever deity’s listening - her chest still moves with her breath. He’s not quite sure what happens next - he knows he dives to his knees and pulls her towards him but everything else is a blur until her eyes flutter open and she groans. 

‘Darlin’, can ya hear me? Can ya tell me where you are?’ he asks, forcing his voice to remain calm. 

‘Tsumu? Why are you here? Aren’t you in the middle of a game?’ she murmurs, confused. 

‘Fuck the game’, he snaps. ‘Are ya feelin' ok?’ 

‘Something hurts, Tsumu’, she rasps, eyes glazing over. He can feel the chill of ice seep into his spine. 

'Yer fine, yer fine, yer going to be fine' he mutters, over and over and over again, willing her to sit up and tell him she's fine, she's ok, she'll just shake it off - but light starts to shutter out of her eyes and frost creeps up his throat. 

‘I need a medic!’ he shouts, voice cracking on every word. ‘I need a medic, now!’

‘Tsumu’, he hears his brother interrupt urgently. ‘Tsumu, she’s bleedin’. 

He’s never been more grateful for Osamu when his twin turns to yell for an ambulance and yanks Shino away with him. The little girl is kicking and screaming for her mama but he knows she would kill him if he lets their little girl be traumatised from seeing her mama lying in a pool of blood on the floor. 

He can’t breathe - not even when the medics finally come and whisk her off to the hospital, his mind hardly able to process anything, terror still coursing through his veins when the doctors press brown envelopes full of forms into his bloodstained hands for him to sign so the relevant procedures can be carried out. 

‘Don’t!’ Osamu says sharply, when he drops his head into his hands and starts to whimper about how he’ll die if he loses her again and what the fuck is he gonna do, ‘Samu, if she doesn’t make it out alive – ‘she’s stronger than ya think, don’t ya dare give up on her like that’, and he promptly shuts up after that. Time in the waiting room passes agonizingly slow, seconds feeling like minutes, minutes stretching into hours, and he would have drowned from the weight of his despair if he weren’t anchored in place by his twin’s hand on his back.

His breath rushes back into his lungs when the doctors later tell him she’s fine,  they carried out the standard operation - but she doesn’t look fine, doesn’t seem fine, is very clearly not fine when they wheel her out, huddled into a ball with her head between her knees, like her world has just collapsed into itself. She doesn’t even look up when he sits beside her, the bed dipping under his weight. 

‘I’m sorry’, she eventually says, voice barely a whisper, and he fights the urge to break down into tears – because ‘Samu’s right, she’s so much stronger than he thinks. They'd been talking about trying for a sibling for Shino for some time now, since they've both grown up with brothers of their own and can't imagine life without them. But the doctors tell him that it’s just bad luck - the baby was never going to survive, and her collapse was probably exacerbated by stress, overwork, perhaps even fatigue from her skipping lunch for work and dinner to rush to his match.

‘Don’t be. It’s not yer fault at all’, he manages to pull himself together to reassure her, but she just stares blankly at the wall. 

His grandmother calls when they find out the baby they lost would have been a boy, and he fails her again when he’s too late to snatch the phone away before the old lady’s poison drips into her ears and traps her in a deadly fog. He’d cursed the old bitch out relentlessly, but the toxic words fester beneath her skin and she fades into a ghost before his eyes. He desperately tries to stop her spiral into frozen silence, but he’s away for games more than half the time, hands tied behind his back by the stranglehold of contracts and commitments he has no choice but to fulfil. 

He’s never been so thankful before when the season finally ends - but he is, at least this time, so he can talk her into taking two weeks off from work. They drop Shino off with her indulgent grandparents, and drift down the coast on the back of her bike. She doesn’t try breaking any speed limits - and he knows he should be happy about that, but there’s no spark in her eyes, no smile to answer the wind - there hasn’t been, not since she collapsed. 

(not since they lost their child)

He buys her mochi at every town, but she picks at it listlessly, just like she does these days when Osamu tries to tempt her with his latest creations. He insists they stay at  ryokans, traditional inns with onsens attached, hoping the heat from the water might chase the chill from her bones, but colour does not return to her cheeks. There are shadows beneath her eyes, and she seems to wilt under the vibrant red and gold of autumn leaves. 

They go for a walk after dinner one night, tracing a path along the shore. He’d been talking non-stop the entire trip to mask the gaps left by her silence, but tonight he falls quiet, allowing the hum of the waves to wash over them. Her hand is cold in his, so he wraps his jacket around her shoulders and hopes the warmth from his body bleeds into hers. 

She comes to a standstill, feet sinking in the sand, and tilts her head to face him. 

‘Tsumu?’, she breathes, a question in her eyes. 

‘I’m here’, he says, a prayer in his heart. 

There is a lighthouse on the cliff just a few miles ahead, illuminating the shadows of the waves. The faintest reflection of light pools in her eyes, and he stills as she lifts her gaze to meet his. 

‘I know’, she says, offering him the smallest of smiles. 

He interlaces their fingers together firmly, and tugs her towards shelter, as a storm brews over the horizon. 

That night she tucks her head under his chin, and he holds her until she falls asleep, cradled in his arms. He keeps slumber at bay by counting her breaths, and only falls asleep himself when the storm breaks. 

'Why did I wake up to a blonde octopus wrapped around me', she mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. 

'Nah. More like a seahorse, cos I'm not letting ya go, sweetheart', he replies, tightening his grip on her waist. 'Ya got a problem with that?' 

Her only response is to burrow herself deeper into his chest.

'Guess not', he chuckles fondly, nuzzling his nose into her hair, hope blossoming anew in his heart. 

Time turns their wounds into scars and they heal together, one breath at a time. 

She stays away from their first few matches when the season begins again. The press is coerced into passing over reports of her collapse by the dual forces of the MSBY press machine and their legal team, but they are forced to ride out the gossip generated in internet forums by a fringe group of deranged fans. His teammates treat her like she’s made of glass - even Bokuto dials himself down a notch, all save for Shoyo, who slips her his mother’s number, telling her gently that the six year gap between him and Natsu wasn’t deliberate, and that she would find a sympathetic ear in the older woman. 

He knew he was right to anoint Shoyo as his favourite wing spiker - not only does he fly high enough to answer the demand of every single one of his sets, but his sunniness drags her out of the fog into yoga classes and meditation practices, and slowly but surely he watches her bloom again. It’s a powerful combination - Shoyo-kun’s friendship and his mother’s gentle conversations, Osamu’s cooking and her love for Shino, capped with his determination to show her he loves her and prove that he’s here to stay.

‘It’s like Kintsugi’, she tells him, with a wide smile. ‘All of you poured gold into the cracks of my heart and made me whole again’. 

The years pass. 

Shino turns seven – a very respectable age for his very best girl, he tells her (I'm your only girl, Papa, Shino informs him archly), and obliges her demands of a bicycle in MSBY colours and volleyball lessons, forcing all his teammates to turn up for her birthday party, volleyball themed of course. The look of unadulterated joy on his princess’ face is worth every ounce of effort to put up with Sakusa’s complaints at having to turn up for a kiddie party full of loud noises and far too much candy, and the sweaty afternoons spent hand painting the bicycle black and gold. 

The day Atsumu discovers his first white hair makes her thank her lucky stars that she’s immune to his nonsense by now, because the wailing and gnashing of teeth she has to put up with makes ‘Samu offer her his couch as refuge. She slaps tape and salonpas on his aches and pains, and points to the deepening lines on her face when he complains about his age. 

‘Those lines aren’t wrinkles. If they’re caused by laughter, it doesn’t count’, he reasons laughingly. She’s left befuddled by his logic and shakes her head.

Meian Shugo retires, and Hinata throws a party to celebrate in his honour, cramming the entire MSBY team and assorted friends into his penthouse apartment on a rainy Saturday night. Osamu’s hired to cater the food but remains as a guest, shooting a smirk at him when Shoyo drags her off to dance during his favourite song, twin flames burning bright in the night. 

‘A hundred yen for your thoughts?’ she asks, when Shoyo returns with her breathless but wreathed with smiles. 

‘Was just wondering when you were gonna save a dance for this old man’, he teases. 

‘Oh?’ she says with a laugh. ‘Thought you said your back hurt, and you didn’t want to move?’

‘Meh - I was hoping you’d forget that’, he says airily, then frowns when he notices there’s no drink in her hand. 

‘Not drinking tonight, sweetheart?’, he asks, curling his fingers around her empty hand. 

‘The doctor warned me not too’, she answers, her smile growing impossibly wider. He blinks in confusion when she leans on to her toes to whisper into his ear - then oh. 

‘You’re pregnant?’ he repeats, unable to trust his ears, eyes filling with tears when she bites her lips and nods. 

‘Are you happy, ‘Tsumu?’, she asks, her face alight with hope. 

There is so much he wants to say to her, starting with thank you loving me enough to give me another chance all those years ago and ending with I love you, so ridiculously much – because he can never say it enough, she’s given him more than he deserves – her heart, Shino, a happy home and now the promise of another child. 

But there's salt and water welling up in his throat, and it’s all he can do to choke out a shaky ‘of course’, before gathering her in his arms, warmth pooling in his eyes, love overflowing in his heart. 

They stay that way for most of the night, entwined in each other’s arms, so drunk on happiness and love and warmth that they don’t even notice the storm clearing and the moon rising in the clear night sky.