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[blackypanther9]

How M/n met Mimzy

WARNING!: Cursing, insulting words, threatening, Racist behavior (in memories), angst, Reader is supportive of Alastor, mention of drugging, poisoning, abuse AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

A/N: Remember it is only a fanfic and I just built in background ! Nothing is REAL nor intented to hurt anyone ! Picture belongs to rightful owner ! zeotropes0 The sick part is after the Mimzy part it starts at "M/n felt like utter shit."

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It had been almost 3 years since M/n was living with Alastor. They formed a strong and very close bond too, in that short time. The Radio Host found it high time, that M/n met one of his close friends, Mimzy.

The boy was excited and nervous since Alastor informed him about that. That day was a Friday and the second week of the month in October. Alastor got Saturday and Sunday off from work and decided to meet up with Mimzy again.

“So...what are they like ?”, M/n asked his Father.

Alastor didn’t tell M/n that it was a girl. All he said was “a friend”.

“Oh, you’ll LOVE her, mon petit (My little one) ! She’s a real Sweetheart !”, Alastor replied happily.

M/n stopped dead in his tracks, of cleaning up his Dad’s office. He turned to him, stiffly.

“HER ?”, the boy repeated and stared at his Father, who just threw away packages of their lunches from the day.

“Yes indeedy ! You’ll love her ! And I’m sure she’ll love you as well !”

M/n suddenly didn’t feel too sure about that anymore. With his Dad’s new Boss, after Mr. Floyd was found dead in the park not far from here, he started to get very possessive and protective of his Father.

Miss Revonna Ducasse was her name. She constantly tried to get into his pants. M/n couldn’t really blame all the women that threw longing eyes at his Father. He looked handsome and well groomed, he was an absolute Goofball, he never complained about anything, he had manners, he had high morals, he was well raised despite his bad Childhood and he was an absolute charming Gentleman. There was nothing to hate about him. At least in M/n’s opinion.

Of course there were haters. The racists mostly. Because his Dad had a mixed skin color. What M/n loved most about his Dad was that he was a Creole. He spoke English and French. It gave him a slight accent in his voice, but Alastor always tried to suppress it, no one ever really heard his accent, not even M/n did. Why was Alastor hiding his New Orleans accent ?

Because he is ashamed to have it. His Father and a few kids in his school made fun out of him for a long time. His Father later on forced him to speak, what he considered, normally. His Mother was the only one that was still allowed to hear it, as she was still alive. After she died, he always suppressed it.

How did M/n know about his Father’s accent ? Well...let’s just say a lot of people have it around and it confused the boy greatly, until Alastor explained it to him. He knew that his Father was born and raised here, so M/n came to the simple conclusion that he suppressed his accent, for whatever reason. M/n pestered him about it once and Alastor spilled the tea.

Why did M/n not have that accent ? His birth parents and Sister didn’t have that accent. He supposed they came from a different state and then just moved here. After all...Alastor had to teach M/n French, to understand his Dad and to communicate with him, when he doesn’t want anyone else to know, what they are discussing.

M/n was not as thrilled anymore, to meet his Dad’s friend. It was a girl. YUCK !

“Are you sure you can trust her, Papa ?”, M/n asked gently.

He turned to his Son.

“Of course I am sure, Cher !”, he said, surprised that his Son seemed to not like the idea as much anymore.

M/n bit his lip and only nodded gently.

“Parle-t-elle français ? (Does she speak French ?)”, M/n asked.

“Elle le fait un peu. (She does a bit.)”

So M/n can’t converse with his Dad in French...great...

“Applesauce.”, M/n cursed in a huff.

Alastor looked at his Son in slight concern. Why was he so annoyed suddenly ?

“What seems to be the Problem, Son ?”, he asked gently.

“I don’t like that she can partly understand and speak French. I hate it when people understand what we converse. What if there is something I want to tell you and she is not supposed to hear it ? I will have to wait until we are home and who knows what could have happened until then !”, the boy stressed.

Alastor gave him a confused look.

“What are you implying, mon petit ?”

M/n looked at his Father, as if he was the most stupid man on earth.

“With all due respect, Papa...HAVE YOU LOOKED AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR ?!”, M/n yelled and wildly pointed all over Alastor’s figure.

The Radio Host grew insecure about his form. What was his Son trying to get across ?

M/n saw insecurity creeping into his Father and he huffed. He approached his Father, snatched his hand in a tight grip and dragged him away, to the men bathroom. He locked the door behind himself and then pushed Alastor in front of the full body mirror.

The Radio Host could see his Son’s glare, arms crossed over his chest. Even though he was soon a 9 year old boy, he seemed very wise.

“What do you see, and do not DARE to lie to me.”, M/n said.

Alastor looked into the mirror, nervously.

“Uhm...What...am I supposed to see, Cher ?”

M/n face palmed.

“Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see, when you look at yourself. Applesauce, Father !”, M/n cursed with a slight glare.

Alastor did and memories came crashing back down on him. His smile wavered.

 “Look at you ! Disgusting ! Look how brown you are !”

“Eww ! Why is he so dark ?!”

“Freak !”

“Just as disgusting as your Mother ! I knew it was a stupid idea to marry that Bitch and have a brat like you with her !”

“He needs a bath to wash the color off of his skin !”

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Children pushed him into the mud and “Bathed” him to be browner.

“Let’s bathe him in mud, so he will get darker ! Hahahaha !”

“Stop it ! Please, stop it !”, his younger self sobbed out.

He couldn’t control how he came out. Why was he punished for this ? Why did color of skin matter ?!

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His Father threw him onto the ground outside, onto small stones. His grin was sinister.

“Come on, Brat. You need a bath.”

His child self sobbed, staring at his Father in fear. His own Father...

The man grabbed small stones in his hands, snatched his younger self’s left arm and started to roughly rub the stones on his skin. Causing the boy to cry and his skin to split open. He tried to pull it away.

“Maybe you are lighter underneath once this disgusting layer is off !”, the man mocked the boy.

“Dad ?”

“Rub it off !”

The boy tried to fight his Father off.

“Papa ?!”

“RuB iT oFf !”

He continued to fight him, yelling and screaming in pain, but the man didn’t stop.

“Papa !”

“RUB IT OFF !”

There was so much pain and blood-

“PAPA !!!”

Alastor jolted out of his memories with a flinch. He looked at M/n from the mirror, who had wide eyes of worry and fear. Unshed tears stood in the boy’s eyes, which confused Alastor, until he looked at himself in the mirror.

His smile was gone, his fingers were digging into his arms, which were in front of his chest and tears were running down his cheeks. He was in every aspect...NOT alright. He jolted in surprise as something collided with his legs and waist. He looked down and saw his Son, hugging him tightly.

He released his hold on his arms and ran his right hand through his Son’s hair, gently.

“I see a dark skin colored man, with a weak figure and he has silly little tantrums over nothing.”, Alastor answered softly.

That’s how he really felt, since his own Father hated him. He was the hated child since he was born. The only one who loved him...was his Mother.

M/n squeezed his Father’s legs, before he let go.

“That is not true at all, Papa.”

“You wanted me to tell you what I see. I see just that when I see...myself.”

Alastor yelped in surprise as he felt a smack on his ass, a harsh one. He looked at his Son in the mirror, M/n’s eyes gave him a harsh stare back.

“Well then, here is what me and many others see, you absolute Dumbo !”

Alastor felt slightly insulted, but kept it in for now.

“I see a very charismatic man, he is charming, sweet, gentle, understanding, has a big heart, loves to do his job, loves to help, hates people with bad manners and he is so much more showing into the open world. The man, me and many others see, is handsome, a Gentleman, looks always well groomed, he is an absolute Goofball, he never complains about anything, he has manners, he has high morals, he was well raised despite his bad Childhood and he is an absolute Sweetheart.”, M/n listed off.

Alastor’s eyes were wide in shock and awe. That’s how his Son saw him ?

“You always dress properly, you always talk politely, you never show your annoyance, whatever you do, you do it politely. You barely lie, you take care of the people you care about and it is easy to make friends with you. You are easy to approach and talk to. You can make someone feel very welcomed and listened to. Not many have these traits, Papa. All in all...you are true Husband material. You scream ravishing and sexy no matter where you are.”, M/n continued.

The Radio Host looked at M/n from the mirror, while he eyed himself too. He never saw the appeals. If M/n points all that out though...he had a point.

“Where are you going with this, Cher ?”, Alastor asked gently.

“What I am getting at is that a lot of women are attracted to you and would do anything to get into your bed ! You scream sexy ! I don’t want you to think that girl pals will suddenly be happy, with you just being their friend ! Stay alerted ! Friends like that could easily use you ! I want what is best for you and I saw many women and even a few men eye you like candy in a store !”, M/n yelled at him frustrated.

At that Alastor turned around and actually looked at his Son. Was that all ? M/n was worried about him ? Overprotective ? He gave his Son a small smile.

“Are you worried about me or jealous that you could lose all my attention ?”, he asked his Son.

“I am concerned for you, Dad. Miss Ducasse already tried multiple times to get into your pants, claiming that she was your Boss and you have to listen to her. Do you really think I would not hear that Blueberry juice ?”, he asked him stressed out.

Alastor’s smile wavered. Ah yes...Ducasse tried to force him into sexual activity with herself, by threatening to fire him. Since then M/n was most of the times with him and if he wasn’t one of his coworkers waited for him to arrive and be by his side at all times. He still had no idea how they knew.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and gave his Son a big smile.

“Don’t worry about me, Cher ! Nothing bad will happen !”, he assured him.

Then he looked at his watch and tutted.

“We have to hurry, otherwise we will be late to meet up with her !”

With that he unlocked and opened the door. M/n followed behind his Father. He had a BAD gut feeling about this...

And his gut was NEVER wrong before.

-Time skip-

They finally arrived at their destination, which was a bar. M/n looked around in nerves and Alastor led him to a table. It was close to a small stage in the bar and M/n felt even worse in his gut. He looked around, nervously.

“Relax, Cher ! Nothing bad will happen here.”, the Radio Host assured the boy with a smile.

Then a waitress came and asked for their orders. Alastor ordered himself a New Orleans Sazerac and for M/n a nonalcoholic orange juice. She noted it all down and then left to get them their drinks.

Suddenly music started and the stage lit up. Alastor had a big smile on his face and looked at the stage. M/n turned and looked too, soon enough there was a woman. She was a bit on the shorter size, she started to sing. M/n didn’t like her voice all that much...

It was a good song, but the woman’s voice just didn’t really fit for it. But as he looked at his Father, he only saw him smile and enjoy the show.

‘How can he like the song with this voice ?’

Soon enough their drinks arrived and Alastor was casually sipping his New Orleans Sazerac. M/n didn’t touch his juice and looked at the female, singing. He scoffed in his mind, knowing he could do better with his kid voice. He can sing his Father’s favorite song without any help and would sing better than her.

‘This is gonna be a loooong night...’, M/n groaned annoyed in his mind.

He looked at his happy Father again. He didn’t glare at him, but he would so love to at the moment.

‘The things I do for him...He better be happy for the rest of this week, otherwise I will NEVER come here with him again. This is pushing my patience...This woman is NOT my cup of tea...’

-An hour later-

The show was over, finally.

‘Finally ! I thought I will die soon enough !’

Some songs were alright, with that voice of the woman, but most of them didn’t really...get the glory and appreciation with that voice. In his eyes it sounded like a woman’s voice trying too hard to fit with every song. In some it just...didn’t sound good. That so many clapped at that, his own adoptive Father included, is beyond him.

What M/n couldn’t help with though...was questioning himself with where his Father’s girl buddy was. She is an hour late. Did his Dad lie to him, to go drinking ? He had his second New Orleans Sazerac and M/n had his fifth orange juice.

Ten minutes passed as suddenly the same voice, from the woman on the stage from before, called out Alastor’s name. M/n snapped his head around and stared at the woman, that approached their table with a smile. He looked at his Father and his eyes almost bulged out of his skull, his old man was smiling at her and waved her over.

‘Oh HELL NO.’

M/n slumped his shoulders for three seconds then sat back up properly and looked at her.

“Hello, dear Mimzy !”, Alastor greeted happily.

Alastor waited for her to approach and then she sat down on the chair next to Alastor, practically in front of M/n. He fought very hard the glare he wanted to send her and looked at his Dad instead. He looked at his Son in return, with a bright smile.

“M/n, this lovely woman is Mimzy. Mimzy, this is my Son, M/n.”, he introduced the two of them.

She gave the boy a smile and waved at him.

“Hello there, little one. Nice to meet you.”, she greeted warmly.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss Mimzy.”, M/n politely greeted back, a smile on his face.

He knew women like Mimzy. She was just putting up a show right now. She was NOT friendly. Alastor chuckled and emptied his glass again, then stood up, looking at them both.

“I need to use the restroom. Please do get acquainted, you two.”, Alastor encouraged them, then left.

“Be careful, Papa !”, M/n called after him.

“I will be, Cher !”, Alastor replied and then was gone.

M/n turned to Mimzy and as expected...she glared at him.

“So you are the little runt, Al took in out of pity.”, she snarled.

M/n glared back at her.

“Excuse you ? What did you fucking call me, bitch ?”, the soon to be nine year old asked darkly.

“Oh and such bad manners towards a Lady too. How disgusting.”, she said with an insulted voice.

“I’m not a mirror, woman. You called me a fucking runt. Do you really expect me to still be polite, when you can’t be polite towards me ? You want my respect ? Fucking earn it.”, M/n growled out with a death glare.

“Respect your elders, you rude brat.”, she scoffed.

“Respect your next generation, if you still want the world to turn, after your departure, disgusting, foul, bitch. Your future is in OUR hands. The next generation’s hands.”, M/n spat.

She glared harshly at him, which didn’t intimidate M/n. He stayed strong and didn’t look away at all. Staring contest ? You are on, Mimzy.

“I will tell you how this will go now, brat. I want you gone, away from MY Alastor, in a week. You aren’t until then, I will make him get rid of you.”, she threatened M/n.

The boy scoffed.

“For what do you take me for ? A stupid child ? Listen here whore, my Father doesn’t belong to you, he doesn’t even belong to me. I belong to HIM. Big difference, sugar cube. Alastor OWNS me. You want to own him and I won’t let that happen. Curl up and die, bitch.”, M/n told her darkly and gave her the finger.

“What would Alastor just think, if he hears about this, hmm ?”, she asked with a grin, thinking she had the upper hand.

M/n smirked back.

“What would Papa think, if he finds out what kind of bitch his friend is, hmm ? He believes me everything, because I never lie. He KNOWS he can trust my words more than anyone’s.”, he countered.

Her eyes grew wide at that. Her face turned red and the soon to be 9 year old could see how angered she was at that. Then M/n saw his Father return and pretended like nothing happened. He gave Mimzy a subtle smirk, only she could see and then a wink. She scowled.

“So, what have I missed, you two ?”, Alastor asked happily as he sat back down.

M/n looked at his Father with a big smile.

“Not much. Can I have another glass of Orange juice, please, Papa ?”, M/n asked with a smile.

Alastor smiled warmly at his Son, thinking he warmed up to Mimzy, and nodded. He called over a waitress and asked for a glass of whiskey and a glass of orange juice. After the waitress left, Alastor suggested that Mimzy would talk about her life a bit, before she came here as performer.

With that they stayed for at least another hour, listening to Mimzy’s life story, which didn’t interest M/n at all, after the stunt she pulled. He just wanted to get out and never come back, with his Father in tow.

M/n gave Mimzy very little information about himself, which Alastor respected. It took M/n a bit, to warm up to him too. After it was starting to get really late for M/n, in Alastor’s opinion, he decided to pay for the drinks he and his Son had, to say Goodbye and then he went home with M/n.

“So, how was she, Cher ?”

‘An absolute self centered, needy, bratty Bitch...’

“She was alright, I guess. I still need time to connect to her, but I think we will get there, Papa.”, M/n lied easily.

For Alastor, the boy didn’t speak his mind. He wants to keep his Father safe and sheltered, but he doesn’t want to see him sad either, so he will not tell him that they both hate each other and they insulted one another.

“That’s good news, mon petit !”, the Radio Host replied happily, unaware of what really happened.

As they arrived home, Alastor quickly got to cooking a warm meal and M/n went to his room and started to get dressed into his Pyjamas. He washed his hands and growled. The last glass of Orange juice tasted weird. Mimzy brought it. Did she spike it ?

“I swear if this hoe spiked my drink...I will go fucking wild...”, he growled under his breath.

After a few minutes, Alastor called M/n down for Dinner, which he quickly sat down for. Together they ate their meal and then went to bed. M/n promised to wash the dishes tomorrow morning for him.

-The next day-

M/n felt like utter shit. He twisted in bed, didn’t want to get up either. His stomach was doing flips and it was hurting. Mimzy did put something in his drink then...

The door opened to his room.

“Mon petit~! Wake up, rise and shine !”, Alastor cheerily called.

He had a bright smile on his face, but it weakened as he heard his Son groan weakly. M/n never did that, he always got up and greeted him with a yawn. He opened the curtains for the windows and then approached the bed, with M/n inside it. He knelt down and looked at the boy’s face, which was hidden in the blanket.

“Cher ? What’s wrong ?”, he asked worried.

M/n couldn’t speak. He was afraid to throw up if he did. He waved his hands slowly around and tried to communicate with his Dad like that, but Alastor didn’t understand anything. Why was he waving his hands slowly, instead of talking ?

The boy got tears in his eyes. He wanted to speak, but he felt too on edge of throwing up, to do so. He pointed to his desk. It took Alastor a bit to understand what he wanted him to do, but he turned to the desk.

“You want me at your desk ?”, he asked his Son and looked at him.

A thumbs up.

Alastor got up and went to it.

“What now, Cher ?”

M/n made a motion for his note book and a pen, then motioned a writing motion carefully.

“You want me to get your note book and a pen ?”

Thumbs up.

Alastor grabbed the items and then returned to his Son’s side. M/n VERY carefully sat up and took the items, his teeth clenched shut and Alastor saw how pale his Son was. He slowly wrote into the note book. As he finished he gave his Father the book to read.

I don’t feel good. Feel like vomiting and my stomach is all over the place.

He looked at his Son and gave the book back to him.

“Do you know what caused it ?”, he asked.

Again M/n wrote then gave it back to Alastor.

I think it was the last glass of orange juice. Tasted different than the other glasses I had.

His eyes widened at that and he rushed down the stairs as fast as possible, almost falling over his own feet twice. He ripped up his phone and quickly called his house Doctor. He picked up quickly and answered.

“Mr. Hugo, I think my nine year old Son got drugged yesterday ! What shall I do ?!”, Alastor panicked.

On the other line the man replied and asked questions.

“I don’t know ! He said the last orange juice he had yesterday evening tasted funny ! All he had after that was Dinner, but he didn’t complain ! His face was only scrunched up with the last glass of orange juice ! He feels like throwing up and his stomach is all over the place !”

He was silent again, worried sick. What if his Son will die ?! No, no, no ! He can’t think like that !

“Alright ! I will do that ! Thank you ! I will see you there !”

He hung up and hurried to get ready to leave the house, then he rushed to his Son’s room, who laid back down and was confused. Alastor picked him up, bridal style and still wrapped up in his blanket, then he went out of the room, down the stairs, out of the house and put M/n into his car, in the back.

Then he closed the car door and rushed back into the house. He got a bucket for his Son and then he got a few clothes for M/n packed, then he rushed back out, locked the house door, jumped into his car, started the engine and drove off.

“We are driving to the hospital, M/n. Hold on and try to not puke.”, Alastor said with a frightened voice.

The boy felt bad for worrying his Dad and slowly lifted his arm, showing a thumb up. Alastor hurried over to the hospital quickly and there his house doctor already stood. Dr. Hugo. The Radio Host stopped the car, turned off the engine, unlocked the car and then jumped out, while the doctor also rushed to the car.

Alastor carefully got out his Son from the back and then turned to Dr. Hugo. He looked at M/n’s pale face and took a sharp inhale.

“This pale skin is NOT normal, not even for sick kids. Follow me, Mr. Hazbin.”, Dr. Hugo said and rushed into the hospital.

Alastor locked up his car and ran after his doctor, with M/n in his arms.

“I need an empty room ! We need to pump out a little boy’s stomach ASAP !”, Mr. Hugo yelled.

Nurses and other doctors rushed around at that and the three were led into an empty patient room. Alastor put him down on the table and Dr. Hugo was about to shoo him out, but he saw how tightly M/n held his Father.

M/n was scared shitless. He had no idea what was going on and Alastor was the only one, he could trust and he knew him best. Everything went too fast, too much stress at once, he was so scared. He didn’t want his Father to leave.

Alastor looked down at his Son and saw that M/n was so scared that he even let tears fall. His plea was obvious.

He wanted him to stay by his side.

He turned to Mr. Hugo, who sighed and pulled up a chair, for the Radio Host to sit down on. He sat down and held his Son’s hand the whole time, while the nurses and Dr. Hugo worked on M/n.

Alastor himself had a few tears in his eyes. How could he let this happen to his Son ?! Whoever drugged M/n...will PAY. Not his child. No one hurts HIS child and gets away with it !

-Time skip-

M/n was passed out on the bed, he was moved onto, after they pumped out his stomach. Right now, the remains, which were in M/n’s stomach, were in the lab. Alastor sat next to his Son on the bed, watching over him. Some color returned to his Son’s face at least. That was a positive thing. At least that was what Dr. Hugo said.

The door opened again and Alastor’s head snapped up, spotting his house doctor.

“What did you find ?”, the Radio Host asked softly.

The doctor sighed and leaned against the closed door.

“You are lucky that you have such a fighter, for a Son, Mr. Hazbin. M/n should be dead already.”, the man informed.

The Radio Host’s eyes widened, in horror.

“Wh-what ?”

“It was a very high overdose on painkillers. It should have killed him overnight, but he made it through until now. And color seems to return to his face just fine now, so he survived it closely. Just throwing up...wouldn’t have solved it. The stomach pumping was his salvation. Good quick thinking.”

He looked at his Son in horror. Someone wanted to KILL him !

“W-was it...in the orange juice ?”, Alastor shakily asked.

“It was, I’m afraid.”, Dr. Hugo confirmed with a sigh.

That solved it then. No more going to the bar for a while. If Mimzy wants to meet up with him again, she will have to come and visit him, no more bars for a while.

“As soon as he wakes up we will run a few tests and determine if he can go back home. He will be very weak and have a weakened Immune System for a few days. He needs a lot of bed rest and he will need a lot of help, moving to the bathroom and such.”

“I can take care of that, if he is allowed back home. I just need a sick leave for my Job and then I can take full care of my Son.”, Alastor replied.

He will always be there for M/n, no matter what.

The doctor nodded and left.

-Time skip-

M/n woke up a while ago, had all the tests run on him and was allowed to return home. Dr. Hugo himself said that he will send the sick leave, for the Radio Host, to his workplace, himself.

Alastor brought him to bed and covered him in the blanket properly, then opened the boy’s bedroom window, to let fresh air inside.

“Papa...?”, M/n called out weakly.

Alastor turned around, looking at M/n with a small smile.

“Yes, mon petit ?”

“Are...are you mad at me...?”

It shocked the man. Why would his Son think that ?

“Why would you think that, Son ? No, I’m not mad at you. Why would I be ? You should be mad at me, for letting this happen to you, in the first place.”

M/n gave him a soft smile.

“You couldn’t have known. I never blamed you in the first place. I should have told you the juice tasted off as soon as I tasted it...”, the boy said, fumbling with his fingers.

“It’s alright, Cher. Now we need to focus on getting you back to health. A lot of chicken soup, vitamin juices and herbal teas will do the trick in no time.”

M/n gave his Father a smile. It was weak, but he tried and Alastor appreciated the effort. He ran his hand through his Son’s hair with a soft smile.

“Now get some more rest. I will wake you up, when the food is done cooking. Deal ?”

M/n gave the adult a big smile.

“Deal. Don’t hurt yourself on accident, Papa. I love you.”

Alastor’s smile became brighter. His Son really cared about him.

“I’ll be careful, Cher. I love you too. Now get some rest.”

With that Alastor left the room and went into the kitchen. He left M/n’s bedroom door ajar, in case M/n needed something. Then he got, quickly, to cooking his Mother’s infamous chicken soup.

As the soup was done, Alastor prepared two bowls with it and then carried them up the stairs. He almost dropped the bowls, as he saw his Son standing on badly shaking legs. He rushed to M/n’s desk, put the two bowls down and then returned to his child’s side, quickly.

“What were you thinking ? Mon petit, you are far too weakened to move on your own.”, Alastor scolded softly.

“S-sorry, Papa. I just wanted to go to the Bathroom and I didn’t want to bother you. I thought I will be able to make it alone...”, M/n replied softly.

The Radio Host sighed softly. He forgot that M/n was very selfless and never wants to bother him with small things the boy can deal with alone. He lend the small boy his arm, which the child took as support.

“Now then, let’s get you to the Bathroom, Cher.”

“O-okay, Papa.”

With Alastor’s help, M/n was guided to the Bathroom, that was connected with his Bedroom. He let the boy support himself from the sink to the toilet, then he closed the door.

“Tell me when you are done, Cher. Then we can eat.”

“I will, Papa. Thank you.”

“No problem, mon petit.”

Alastor waited at the door. He heard his Son flush the toilet and not long later the water running in the sink. He washed his hands then.

“I’m done, Dad.”, M/n said softly as the water was off again.

Alastor opened the door and then reached out his arm again. M/n grabbed it tightly and then he was led back to bed. The Father helped to cover the boy in his blankets again and then he went to fetch the bowls. M/n sat up comfortably, while Alastor sat next to him, on his bed, to the right side.

“Bon apetit, Cher.”, the man said.

“Bon apetit, Papa.”, the boy repeated.

Together they dug into their soup and the boy hummed, loving the taste.

“This tastes awesome, Dad ! How did you make it ?”, M/n asked in wonder, eating another spoonful after he asked.

Alastor chuckled lightly, a fond smile on his face.

“My Mother made a recipe for a good chicken soup. Sadly...it doesn’t taste as good as when she made it. I...always seem to miss something to add into it.”

M/n looked at his Father. He rarely heard about his Grandma.

“How was Grandma ? What was she like ?”, the boy asked.

Alastor looked at him, contemplating if the boy was ready to hear of her. He shook his head.

“Another time, Cher.”

“Dad, come on ! You told me a bit about her already. Why not more ? You clearly loved her a lot ! Was she really THAT bad ?”, M/n asked.

His head whipped around quickly, to look at his Son.

“She was NOT bad !”, Alastor yelled, slightly angered.

The boy flinched, but didn’t back down.

“Then why do you not want to share with me anything about her ?! I am YOUR SON, Dad ! She would be basically my Grandma !”

Alastor looked away after a while of seeing his Son frustrated with his closed off behavior.

“It...is hard to talk about her with others, Cher. I don’t tell everyone how my Family used to be.”, Alastor replied.

“I understand that, Papa. I really do, but I am Family too, aren’t I ? I am your child. Do I not deserve to know how my Grandparents used to be ? I already missed the opportunity to meet them in person. I can only hope for stories from you now.”

His Son had a point and the Radio Host knew that. He sighed and had a soft smile on his face. He knew it might fade soon, but...M/n was Family. He can let his charade drop around him.

“My Mother...Your Mummo (Grandma), was a very kind and caring soul. She loved to cook, she always knew how to cheer me up and she taught me everything I know, to be a Gentleman.”

M/n just looked at him, as his Father opened up about his Mother, eating his soup slowly. VERY slowly.

“She never had much problems with what I did. There were simple, loose rules in the house. Don’t curse, don’t yell in the house, arms off of the table when you eat, sit straight, respect your elders, no running in the house, don’t lie to Momma and no pets. I always kept to the rules, my Mom put up. I never yelled at her, I never hurt her on purpose and I always listened.”

M/n grew concerned. It seemed like his Father was out of the picture...

“What about your...Father ?”

Alastor tensed, but sighed and tried to relax.

“You are too young to hear everything about that man yet, but...he was NOT a good man, mon petit.”

At that M/n grew worried.

“What...what did he do to you two ?”, he asked worried.

Alastor looked at his Son, smile gone and a certain darkness in his eyes, dancing around like a wild fire.

“Whenever he came home...he usually had bad, stressful days and couldn’t get drunk and cheat on my Mother.”

‘So a drinking, cheating Bastard...’

“When he came home in such moods...there were more rules.”

“Like ?”

“Do not speak unless spoken to, you eat what was on the table, do not engage with him unless he starts to engage with you, you are not allowed to leave the table until he said you can or left himself first, you are not allowed to give him any attitude either and you are not allowed to say no to him. He wants you to get him a beer, you will get it, otherwise...”, Alastor cut himself off.

M/n stared at his Father in horror.

“You are NOT telling me that he was abusive, are you ?”

Alastor looked into his soup, head hanging low.

“That is exactly what I am telling you, Cher.”, he weakly replied.

‘Holy shit... we actually have something in common, just that he had a loving Mom by his side and I only had my Sister.’

The Radio Host took a deep breath. M/n gave him his full attention.

“He wanted me to act like him. Abusive, towards women and lesser people. He said if someone comes at me with attitude, I give it back to them, while my Mother said that is NOT how I should behave. When my Father was out of the house, my Mother taught me how to be a Gentleman. When he noticed what she was doing, that she taught me everything I needed to know and do one day, for myself, he forced me into other activities with him. I made a small mistake...well, I think you can guess the outcome.”, Alastor told him dully.

M/n stared at him, mouth agape. He always thought that at least his Family was great, when he was a child.

“YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO BEG YOUR OWN PARENTS TO NOT STOP BEING YOUR PARENTS ! YOU WEREN’T BLAMED FOR YOUR SISTER’S DEATH ! YOU WEREN’T BEATEN AND ABUSED BY YOUR OWN PARENTS ! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO HAVE A FEELING TO ALWAYS TRY TO BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR THEM SO THEY WILL ACCEPT YOU ! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SLEEP OUTSIDE AND STARVE ! YOU WEREN’T ABANDONED BY YOUR OWN PARENTS ! YOU DIDN’T HAD TO SEE YOUR OWN SISTER’S CONDITIONS WHEN SHE CAME HOME WOUNDED BADLY AND YOU HAD TO TAKE CARE OF HER AND LISTEN TO HER TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED ! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SEE HOW THEY BEAT YOUR SISTER IN SCHOOL AND NO ONE CARED! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SEE HER GETTING TAKEN BY SOME PERVERTED FREAKS ! YOU DIDN’T HAD TO FIND HER LIKE THIS THE NEXT DAY AND FIND OUT THAT THESE SICK FUCKS ARE STILL OUT THERE ! I DID ! I HAD TO ! WHILE NO ONE ELSE NEEDED TO BE PERFECT FOR THEIR PARENTS, I HAD TO BE THAT AND SO MUCH MORE !”

M/n looked down in shame as he remembered that day. He judged his Father way too quickly. Just because he seemed happy all the time, didn’t that mean that he really was. His childhood wasn’t rainbows and sunshine either.

He might not have been forced to beg both parents to not stop loving him, but he had to practically endure his Father’s torture. He didn’t have to see a sibling getting hurt all the time, but he probably was forced to see his Mother getting hurt a lot. He was beaten and bruised as a child, just as his Mother was probably. The worst was...it happened at home, a place you were supposed to be safest. His Mother might have confided in him and he probably saw her crumbling a lot. Just as M/n had to see Linda crumble apart all the time and it was up to him, to get her back up. Alastor and M/n had something in common. Shit parents. At least...shit Fathers, in Alastor’s case.

The boy put the empty bowl on the nightstand and then hugged his Father tightly, who took a deep inhale.

“I’m sorry I asked. But, if it helps, he is gone now. No more pain and torture.”, the child said softly.

Alastor chuckled weakly and put his hand on top of M/n’s smaller ones, that were on his stomach, wrapped around.

“Yes, he is gone now. Anyways !”

And the switch flipped again. M/n found it amusing nowadays. Alastor can change the mood so quickly...

“My Mother she cooked the best foods ever ! Jambalaya was one of the best ! I always helped her in the kitchen and cooked with her, when I could ! She was such a loving person, you would have LOVED her ! There were a few times she scolded me, but it wasn’t often. Without her...I would never be the person I am today, mon petit.”

M/n smiled at that and hugged his Father tighter, while Alastor finally ate the rest of his own soup. After he made sure that they both were full, he collected the bowls and brought them into the kitchen. He entered his Son’s room again, with a bright smile on his face.

“Now, you better take a nap, Cher. The more you sleep and drink, the faster you will be better !”, the Father said happily.

“Papa ?”, M/n called softly.

Alastor stopped dead in his tracks, as he was about to leave. He turned back around, looking at the boy.

“Yes, mon petit ?”

“Can you...tell me a Story to fall asleep to ? I don’t care which.”

Alastor put his finger on his chin, pretending to think about it.

“Hmmm....Oh, alright then. But only one.”, the adult replied.

M/n smiled and nodded. Only one.

Alastor sat down next to his Son, on his bed, and started to tell the story about the wolf and the seven little goats.

As he finished, his Son was fast asleep and Alastor left, smiling softly. It felt good to confide in his child about his past. He thought it would feel...bad. Like a forbidden thing to do. Maybe...he will take M/n to his Mother’s grave soon. He deserved that kind of closure. But for now...Alastor has to help his child back on his little feet.

He will kill whoever poisoned his Son, as soon as he finds them.

Over the days, M/n quickly regained his strength. But while he was sick, he gave Alastor a hard time keeping up. At some nights, M/n woke up and needed the Bathroom. The Radio Host was a light sleeper, so imagine his fright when he jumped out of sleep, due to a loud thump, coming from his Son’s room, only to find him hissing in pain on the floor.

He quickly noticed that his Son hated to bother him with such small things. He wanted to move on his own and didn’t want his Father to feel forced to care for M/n, like he was a newborn fawn, that still needs to learn how to walk.

Most food M/n consumed, but some of the dishes, Alastor cooked, made M/n feel sick, so the adult was mindful of what he cooked. It wasn’t his Son’s fault, that his body recovered like that. He will be back to normal soon enough, was all they both always thought. And in less than a week, he was completely fine again.

Alastor had to scold him a lot for trying to walk on his own, after he continuously fell on his face anyways, but otherwise, M/n didn’t put up much of a fight.

What the man didn’t know, was that M/n knew who poisoned him and he was giving that person a lesson to learn from one day.

The audacity of that bitch...

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[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe

WARNING!: Working on corpses, a bit graphic, cutting open of bodies, organ removal, what Coroner’s usually do, cursing AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Part 11 - Inspections

Kenspeckle got out two Scalpels and gave one to M/n. He took it and carefully cut into one of the eyes. Black liquid started to leak out almost as soon as the eye was opened. M/n cringed. The only thing he hates was testing, inspecting and cutting open eyeballs...

“These...these are Necromancy remains.”, Kenspeckle informed.

“Looks like black ink to me...”, M/n muttered.

“Necromancy is black.”, Skulduggery answered.

“Is that how they died ?”, Ghastly asked.

Kenspeckle shook his head.

“No. This just means that Necromancy killed them. If Necromancy killed a person, it stays in the body and after a certain time, the eyes turn black and this will happen when you cut the eye open.”, the Doctor answered.

“So we need to find the place, the Necromancy hit most in the bodies. In other words...we have to cut them open and get all the organs out for further inspections...”, M/n stated dryly.

“Yes.”, Kenspeckle confirmed.

“Yay. Okay then. Sister, turn your ass around. No more show for you.”, M/n told Stephanie.

“Noted.”, she replied and turned around.

With that Kenspeckle and M/n got ready to open up the bodies.

“Before you cut the body open, Corrupted.”, Kenspeckle called M/n’s attention on him.

“Yes, Professor Grouse ?”, M/n replied, with an interested voice.

“Be careful. There could be a possibility that Necromancy will leak out of the body. Cut it open carefully and slowly.”

“Noted, Sir.”

“Good. Then let’s not waste any more time.”

With that they both started at the same time, to open the bodies. Kenspeckle was right. Black started to leak out of the cut in the torso. M/n was a bit shocked, but he’s seen worse.

-Time skip-

They had almost all the organs out at this point. M/n could tell it had been a bit over two hours. He took out the organs and Kenspeckle inspected them. Almost all of the organs were filled with black. The Necromancy spread, but they HAD the find the place it hit in and had the most Necromancy inside. Kenspeckle could do that better than M/n, so he did that and M/n gave him the organs.

“We know the organs that were hit first now, Skulduggery.”, Kenspeckle informed, after the last organ from the second body was examined.

“Oh ? The hearts ?”, the Skeleton asked.

Kenspeckle shook his head.

“No. Ghastly do you have pen and paper ready to note it down ?”

“I have, Professor.”

M/n leaned back and had his left thigh resting on his desk, looking at the three Mages. Kenspeckle told him already and he was slightly disgusted, that someone would do something like that.

“Number eight was drowned from Necromancy. You heard me right. The Necromancy hit his lungs and it filled them up, making the victim drown from it alone. He must have been the one to claw at number seven’s leg. Eight must have been in a war with himself as he was drowning in Necromancy. He could have been forced to hurt his partner, as the Necromancy took over his dying body and mind, hence the burn mark.”, Kenspeckle explained the first case.

“So he threw himself around ?”, Ghastly asked.

“No. Number eight was thrown around. It could be that victim seven fought back, or it happened before the Necromancy was forced into his body, by the killer. Number seven had the most Necromancy in his brain though. Or at least...what remained of it.”, M/n stated.

“What...remained of it ?”, Stephanie asked her Brother, back still to them.

“The Necromancy took care to make the brain explode inside the victim’s skull. There were only small remains, the rest must have bled out of his mouth and nose, which must have been cleaned off by one of the oafs that picked the bodies up and brought them here. The small pieces, that, I found and got out, showed us that it had the most Necromancy, which means, that it was the spot, which got infected first. I am unsure if we should inspect the bones too, just to make absolutely sure.”, M/n shortly explained.

Ghastly wrote it all on the paper, his breath very heavy.

“Fucking hell...”, the tailor muttered out in shock.

“Language ! Not in front of my little Sister.”, M/n scolded.

“You curse all the time.”, Stephanie deadpanned.

“I am a special case, Sister. Now shush.”

“Fine...”

“We should inspect the bones.”, Kenspeckle told M/n.

“Well then, let me get the machine ready. I need to see if the idiots emptied it and then I need to fill in the chemicals, which will melt away everything and give us the bones. Oh !”

M/n turned back around and gave Skulduggery a camera.

“Make pictures. You know, for evidence. We have pics of the corpses, the location they were found in, as in the state, and their nude forms too, so the bruises were already taken into account. This is the examination process and then comes the bone examination evidence in pictures. My Sis can’t take the pictures, Ghastly has to note down, Kenspeckle has to prepare and I have a machine to take care of, so YOU take the pictures. I hope you know how to operate a photo Camera.”, M/n said and then left again.

Skulduggery gave M/n’s back a bemused face.

“How stupid and old does he take me for ? Of course I know how to take pictures and how to operate a photo Camera...”, Skulduggery muttered.

“You are a few centuries old, Skulduggery and usually old people don’t like technology.”, Kenspeckle fires at the Skeleton Detective.

Skulduggery looked at the Professor, then muttered something and started to take pictures from different angles, even from the examined organs.

After a while, M/n came back and told Kenspeckle to bring the first body. After 30 minutes they came back with just the bones remaining of the first body, then they did the second one and another 30 minutes later they came back with these two.

“There are specks of Necromancy engraved into the bones.”, Kenspeckle said.

“Yes, which means the Necromancy was used violently, quick and not carefully. It was hectic.”, M/n confirmed.

“So the bones are infected too.”, Skulduggery stated softly.

“Yes, they are, but they were only infected slightly. The fight was hectic, which means it wasn’t precise. After the Necromancy spread over the whole body, the bones got small remaining specks of it too. Imagine it like a knife was used. Someone stabbed quickly and in a rush, sometimes you put a lot more strength into your blows, than you planned, and then you hit bone. The Necromancy specks, on the bones, are like scratches of a knife. They are messy and not at all the cause of death, just a symbol of more damage.”, M/n explained shortly.

He looked at his Sister and sighed.

“If you can look at human skeletons, you can look, Sister.”

Stephanie turned around and looked at the bones. She saw them white and black. The specks of Necromancy were the black spots then. Ghastly noted it all down and Skulduggery took pictures.

Kenspeckle continued to look at the bones, while M/n stood back and drank a few gulps of water. He didn’t drink anything until now, so it was needed.

“How long have we been here ?”, Stephanie asked.

“At least 3 hours. Could be four too.”, M/n answered his Sister.

She stared at her Brother.

“That long already ?!”

“What are you talking about ? This is the fastest I’ve ever been. I am usually forced to work all alone and do everything at once, because my coworkers don’t do shit. I am usually sitting on ONE corpse for at least SIX hours. And don’t you even dare to calculate the time for the report making in there, that takes another two hours. This is fast, because everyone is actually helping me here, for once !”, M/n informed his Sister, with a slight edge to his voice.

She stared at him in horror with her mouth tightly shut. Kenspeckle looked at M/n in confusion and worry.

“Why don’t you tell your Boss about it ?”, Kenspeckle asked.

“Because he won’t listen.”, M/n sighed out and messaged the bridge of his nose.

“You tried ?”

“Multiple times. This is one reason why the older Coroner left in the end with the few people that did at least SOMETHING to help. He asked me, if I wanted to come along, but I didn’t want to be a bother, so I decided that I will take over everything. I am still in contact with the other Coroner, but...well...I barely talk to him. He is a nice man though.”

“Huh, what a shame...”, Kenspeckle said in disappointment.

M/n shrugged his shoulders at that.

“Humans can be blind and oblivious sometimes. Don’t sweat it, Professor.”

“Kenspeckle is just fine, kid.”

“Okay, first name stage it is then.”

“You are way too formal, Corrupted.”, Ghastly chuckled out.

“I got raised like that. It is supposed to show manners. Sorry.”, M/n replied.

“You can call everyone by the first name. We Mages don’t have a big problem with that.”, Skulduggery informed M/n.

“Okay, noted for next time.”, the Teen replied.

“Good.”

“So are we done ?”, Stephanie asked.

“We are. There is nothing else to find.”, Kenspeckle replied.

Just then M/n spotted something on the skull.

“Kenspeckle ? There is a tear in the skull of victim seven. A small crack, but it is still there, that can’t be from the brain explosion, right ?”, the Teen asked.

The Professor came over and his eyes widened.

“Huh...no it is not from that, indeed. I will take a closer look. It seems like...there was something there. Something small...”

Kenspeckle took the skull and left to inspect it further. M/n turned to Ghastly.

“Ghastly ? Give me the notes you made on number eight. I better write the finishing report about it now. It will be more in order and you will have very little to explain.”, the Teen told the tailor.

Ghastly got out the notes from victim eight, gave it M/n and watched as the boy left and sat down on a small computer. He turned the PC on and soon enough you heard mouse clicking and the keyboard being used.

M/n was very focused and even had his glasses back on his face.

“Why and since when do you need glasses, Bubba ?”, Stephanie asked.

“I only need them for near sight. I am far sighted and when things are near or close to my face, it gets blurry and I can’t read anything. No worries, Sister. I don’t need them all the time.”

“Okay...”

With that M/n continued to type and click away, every now and then he looked at Ghastly’s notes and then continued to type.

Kenspeckle came back 15 minutes later and he seemed concerned. Skulduggery had a face of concern too then.

“What is it, Kenspeckle ?”

“Well, something was hidden in his skull. I suspect a small micro chip. I have no idea what it might have been used for, but it seems it got taken. The Killer must of have taken it.”

“A micro chip ?”, M/n asked in worry.

“Yes, why ?”

“I know ONE small Micro chip kind like that. It can have important information on them, but in that case I think it was used for something else. It can be used as a tracker and spying device. If I am correct, that means the Killer could have known all along about them spying on him/her. But for that, either the Killer themselves must of inserted the chip, or someone must have convinced the victim to take it, as safety precaution and then told the Killer, knowingly. In other words, if my tracking and spying theory is correct...”

“The traitor must be in the Sanctuary.”, Kenspeckle concluded.

M/n nodded.

“We all assume that Serpine killed them, after all he was their last mission to spy on and they went missing in the middle of the operation and ended up here on my table. No one would have let Serpine fumble on them, so I suppose it was one from the Sanctuary. Not many knew about the spies on Nefarian’s ass, so I assume it was only a handful. The handful being: Mr. Bliss, Eachan Meritorius, Morwenna Crow, Sagacious Tome, the Administrator and the Doctor, who did the transplant.”, M/n concluded.

Everyone was staring at him.

“I know, you hate to think it was one of them, but they are the only ones, so far, that definitely knew about them spying on Serpine.”

“Why would the Elders want to help Serpine ? They made him stop in the first place, mostly Meritorius.”, Skulduggery defended.

“And Mr. Bliss helped us.”, Stephanie defended.

“Mr. Bliss knew they went missing and were set on Serpine. He also knew that the Sceptre was real and found. He has motives and he was sus to me, the moment he approached us. He knew a lot and yet didn’t try to get the Elders to wake up. Maybe Meritorius isn’t involved in this at all, but he was very convinced that nothing was wrong. I’ve seen his fear of the possibility of the truce being broken, so I do admit that I also doubt him to be the traitor. Miss Crow was a bit shady, but that was because of the show she put on, nothing else. What discipline does she have ?”

“Necromancy. When she appeared, she shadow walked. It is a type of teleportation, but they can’t do that for a long distance.”, Skulduggery informed.

“Then I doubt it was her either. The traitor and Serpine would have to meet a long distance away from public areas and avoid the spies of catching onto their betrayal. If you see shadows emerge from nowhere you already know it could be Crow, so she is out of the question. The Administrator ?”

“He is barely outside of the Sanctuary. Mostly stays in there and practically lives there, for safety reasons.”, Ghastly answered.

“Okay. Then tell me...what is Tome’s ability ?”

“He is a Teleporter.”

“Any restrictions in that Sorcery ?”

“He can only teleport to places, he has been at before.”, Skulduggery answered.

“Nothing else ? No limit of the distance ? No give away when he appears ? He just comes and goes, like a ghost ?”, M/n pressed.

The Mages were dead silent, Stephanie stared at M/n and was concerned. M/n hummed and pointed gun fingers at the three silent Mages.

“Got cha a possible perpetrator, right there. He can teleport, appear out of nowhere and disappear just as quickly. He has connections to higher places. He gets informed about everything from Crow and Meritorius and he seemed to be a very quiet man too. Easy to forget about, easy to not suspect of treason.”

“And his Motive ?”, Skulduggery asked.

“Maybe Serpine brainwashed him. Maybe he always worked for him. When you talked about Serpine, it sounded like he is capable of anything and everything, if he has to. Who knows, maybe he threatened Tome or something.”

“That is just a speculation.”, Ghastly said softly.

M/n whistled softly and looked at the tailor.

“Look, we can easily find that out. We will leave that Detail out for now, note it down, but I will NOT add it in. You get this stuff to Meritorius tomorrow, Skulduggery, while I will inspect my Uncle later too, if the Corpse is still there, considering that there is a high danger that Serpine destroyed it, to kill evidence. You tell the three of them what YOU have found Skulduggery, no word about me, until Gordon’s case. You make them believe that YOU drew the connections. I will put some small spies on your suit and they will go to the people I want them to spy on. If Tome meets up with Serpine, we will know.”, M/n suggested.

“Small spies ?”, Kenspeckle asked.

M/n smiled and opened his hand, there was a small robot in his hand, and it was active too.

“May I introduce to you, the ultimate little spy. They can be so small, that you can barely see them, they can cling onto you anywhere, even when you are naked. You can’t feel them moving on you. They can record everything with very great volume and video quality and they can instantly notify you when something is happening. Easy to command and easy to program. You slap a picture or a name into their system and they chase the person down. Pictures are easier, but names do it too. There is mostly only ONE person, with the names you people take, so it will be a walk in the park for them.”

They all eyed the small robot and watched as it got smaller and moved around. Then M/n’s phone dinged and as he opened it, there was a notification from his bot that he was live and ready. M/n showed it to them and then another message came, which said ‘Conversation happening’.

M/n opened the message and they saw themselves from the bot’s cameras, faces clear and sharp on the screen of the phone.

“Okay...”, Ghastly said.

The phone played the voice after him too, almost no delay in sending it through too. The audio was spot on and sharp. They all were in awe. M/n smirked.

“They are our key to winning. So what do you say, Skulduggery ? Are you in ?”, M/n asked.

He looked at M/n with a smirk. This will be fun~

“I’m in.”, he replied.

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[ashes-writing]

devil pt II | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N ; This one just got straight up filthy with a side of unhealthy obsession. I feel like this is my true foray into darker themes and given that this is for a slasher fic, this is probably going to get pretty damn gory. So, if the updates to this are not as forthcoming as my updates for say.. Stranger Things, CSI or Marvel + any of the other fandoms I write for, just know that it's because I have to kinda like.. distance myself with this one so it doesn't get in my head so much. Because I want to do this right. And realistic as I can get. If I'm going for darkness, I'm going as far in as I can.

Anyway.. here we are, I guess. Read all the warnings below. Please. For the love of God, read the warnings.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker -Ghostface x fem!reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; devil - the first part to this can be found by clicking. This is very loosely going to follow the plot of Scream 4, me thinks with a twist or two possible because I have a very vague idea in mind as to what I want to do with this.

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18+ only; minors absofuckinlutely not. Go read fluff. Also, if you're not into somnophilia -with slightly hinky consent given that reader is half asleep when she consents, biting and marking, a very dark and possessive obsession type 'love' and other dark themes in the future as well as mentions of murder ; blood ; gore, body fluids and other stuff, this is not the mini fic for you. Kind of very much a dead dove/don't eat. You control your own reading experience, that's not up to me. You've been warned.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

A crisp breeze blows through your open window as you sleep. As you promised earlier, you left it open for Charlie but a little after 10 pm and no sign of him even attempting to show up and you decided that maybe he’d just said it to be a jerk, to laugh tomorrow if you brought it up.

You’ve just gotten settled into bed, your back facing away from the window. Your favorite shirt to sleep in -a black one that’s old and thin with the Harley Davidson logo on front, is hiked up just slightly over a pair of black lace panties as you toss and turn and try to drift off to sleep. But you’re thinking about the way he kissed you with his hands all over you in the supply closet at the back of your classroom earlier in the day and the more you think about it and replay it in your head, the more frustrated -and wet, you seem to get. You’re aching for some kind of way to relieve your frustration.

With an annoyed huff, you shove your arm beneath the black pillow under your head and you kick the covers completely off your body because despite the chill in the air, it’s hot. You’re hot, burning all over because all you can do is lie there and replay what happened at school over and over again in your mind.

You try to tell yourself that he’s not coming, if he were, he’d probably have stopped by hours ago and finally, after what feels like endless tossing and turning and countless prayers of frustration sent up to whatever deity might hear, you can feel your eyes getting heavy. As sleep takes over, the music you were listening to via the earbuds in your ears switches from one classic rock song to another. And with the volume you have the music turned up to as it plays through your phone as you sleep, you can’t hear any little outside noises going on around you.

Charlie slips in through the open window and nearly falls to the floor. As he stands in the middle of your room, his eyes dart around -an attempt to familiarize himself with the place because it’s his every intention to spend as much time as he can here, close to you. He chuckles at the posters tacked on your wall. The clothing bursting out of your closet in a chaotic clusterfuck of bold and vibrant red, stark white and black or dark gray because those are the colors you primarily stick to most of the time. He makes his way over to the overfilled vanity table with it’s various cosmetics and a jewelry box with costume jewelry and your preferred huge, bold and loud earrings inside an open drawer and he picks up a silver framed picture of you as a little girl on the back of a motorcycle with some burly and terrifying looking man sitting behind you, his arms around.

He knows it’s your father, it has to be but.. Charlie can’t stop the rush of jealousy he feels at the sight of someone else touching you.

You roll in the bed so that you’re facing him and your quiet little sigh and moan -his name, no less, catch Charlie Walker’s undivided attention. He moves to the bed and seats himself along the edge. You’re completely out from beneath the black bandana print comforter that’s nearly piled on the floor. The shirt you’re sleeping in is threadbare, borderline see through and it’s twisted from all your movement in sleep so that he can see the curve of your ass and the way black lace barely hides your pretty little pussy.

“Sorry I’m late, kitten.” he mutters, mostly to himself because he can tell by your light snores that you’ve fallen asleep. He positions himself over your body and brushes your hair out of the way of your face and the side of your neck.

His cock is strained against his jeans. He can feel it twitch and ache with need. All he can think about is how much he wants to push your panties to the side, unzip and pull down his jeans and bury his cock to the hilt in your warmth and fuck you til he’s all empty and you’re dripping because he’s filled you up.

His hand skims over your exposed thigh and he nips at your neck, sucking. Leaving a little mark against your soft and unmarred flesh. The harder his lips lock against your skin, the more he finds himself unable to resist thrusting his clothed bulge against the curves of your ass as he leaned over you from behind.

He gets a little bolder as he continues to thrust, working himself into a frenzy. His hand slips beneath your sleeping form and closes around your soft tits, squeezing. By now he’s panting, growling and  groaning against your ear, his censor is gone completely. You’re starting to wake up and you roll onto your back to look up at him, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you yawn. He positions himself between your legs and his mouth meets your mouth all over again, just a little kiss to wake you up completely, he thinks, yeah.. That should do it.

You arch your back away from the bed and cling to him, deepening the kiss as you give a sleepy little giggle. “Didn’ think you were gonna make ‘t.” your sleepy drawl has him chuckling quietly. Caressing your face with one hand as the other disappears between your bodies and settles against your dripping sex. When he feels how wet you are against his hot palm, he growls into the kiss. “I told you I’d be here.”

“Yeah, well.” you  gasp out the words as a shiver races through you when his hand squeezes and rubs your clothed sex. Your hand digs into the mattress and the other one digs into his shoulder as your legs fall open even wider for him. He leans back slightly, ocean colored eyes settling on the wet cloth  clinging to your pussy and he licks his lips, leaning into you from above all over again. “Still sleepy, princess?” he mumbles the question lazily against the shell of your ear. You yawn again, it can’t be helped.

You are still sleepy but you’re afraid that if you answer yes then he’ll go and you don’t want him to go.

The arguing kicks up all over again downstairs and you cringe into him, gazing up. “Ignore them.”

Charlie bites his lip and nods. “I asked you a question.”

“If I say yes..” you pout as his finger slips over the soaked lace covering your warm and wet sex. Charlie chuckles. You’re twice as wet for him now as you were not even ten seconds ago. His teeth latch against your throat and you whimper as your hand fists the mattress again. “Hm? You were gonna say something, babe. Say it. C’mon.”

“I don’t want you to go.” -and you didn’t, especially not now, not with the arguing down below reaching a fever pitch. If he left, you’d be stuck there alone to listen to it. To hold your breath and just hope to God that things didn’t spiral out of control too badly. Because you didn’t dare intervene.

Hearing you admit that you wanted him there and you didn’t want him to leave had him smirking a little. “I’m not gonna leave.” he drags a long and thin finger right down your slit and when you shiver, he gazes down at you, teeth tug at his bottom lip and he’s lost in thought. “It might put a damper on what you want outta me though.” he trails off, frowning a little before adding quietly, “Unless you just wanna go back to sleep and let me give you what I know you want and  get what I need right now?”

To emphasize just how badly he wants you, he bucks himself against you and you gasp as you feel the way his cock is pushing hard against the zip fly of his jeans. You swallow hard and lick your lips. Your lids are still so, so heavy with sleep and you can barely stay awake, you’re fighting a yawn or two as you attempt to answer him. But along with the sleepiness you feel, you’re so turned on, you’re so damn horny that you want his cock inside you.

“C’mon, princess. All you gotta do is sleep. Let me take care of you, hm?” his voice is smooth; soft. A raspy velvet purr as his mouth drags right down your pulse and he presses his hips down into your lower body, the bulge in his jeans putting barely enough pressure against your achy cunt. The ache really starts to throb.

“Okay.” you mumble softly, giggling quiet when you shock him by admitting, “It sounds kind of hot. You using me to get off like I’m a little fuck doll.” and at your confession, Charlie swallows hard. He gapes at you a second or two because honestly, he hadn’t ever expected you to agree to what he’s about to do.

The fact that not only have you agreed but you want him to do it, holy shit. He’s almost feral and if he thought his cock was hard a few seconds ago, it’s nothing compared to now. His mouth crashes against yours violently, a biting kiss that leaves your lips aching by the time he’s done. You’re starting to doze off again and you’ve rolled onto your side again, one of your legs bent at the knee. Exposing that perfect dripping little cunt because your panties barely cover you enough.

But he’s not an animal, so he doesn’t just start pounding away at your pretty little pussy like he’s dying to… His fingers slip into your panties and he drags them between your folds. They bury deep inside you, twisting and scissoring in a come hither motion as he grunts against your neck. His other hand slips up beneath the thin black shirt and a thumb rolls across your nipples. He can’t resist the urge to thrust himself against your soft little ass and his breath hangs in his throat when he manages to get himself real worked up all over again. Your juices are flowing, coating his fingers, “Fuckin hell.” he mutters in awe as you arch your ass towards him and this causes his fingers to bury deeper inside. Strumming against spongy softness that has his entire body tensing up when he feels the way your pussy clamps around his fingers.

He can’t take it anymore, he has to be inside of you. Filling you so full that you leak when he’s finished.

He slips off your bed and after licking his fingers clean and wishing you were fully awake to see him as he does it, he lets his pants and boxers fall to your bedroom floor, kicking them free at the ankle as he’s managed to get his shoes off first. He tugs his shirt off and lets it settle on the floor next to his jeans and boxers and then he’s back on you, his finger hooking in black lace and tugging until it comes away with a silent rip.

The arguing is so loud downstairs. His gut instinct is to get you the fuck out and away from this shit, but he has to remind himself that’ll come at the end of everything he’s got planned for the sleepy little town you both live in. Then he can get you out of here. He can have you all to himself.

His hand fists his cock, lining it up with your tight, wet little cunt and he slides right in. But the way your pussy grips his length has him pausing, breath hung in his throat as he tries to adjust to the tight squeeze. You’ve tensed up just a little and you whimper soft. It hits him then and he has to ask. He can’t just not ask what he suspects.

“Babe.” he nips at your earlobe. “You’ve done this before, right?”-- he’s touching you all over, nuzzling his nose against your racing pulse urgently. “C’mon, doll.. Answer me.” he groans out against your soft skin as he continues to rut himself against you, “ Then you can go back to sleep like I promised, ‘kay?”

“Nuh uh. Never.” you yawn out the words sleepy and he growls to himself upon hearing confirmation that you’re a virgin. 

“Fuck.” the word hangs in the air and he waits until he feels you unclench just a little. When you’ve started to relax and you whine quietly and pout over your shoulder at him as you remind him in a hushed sleepy whisper that he’s supposed to be fucking you back to sleep, he can’t help but chuckle. “Gotta be easy, princess, -ah” he growls out as he feels your body arching back towards him, this makes you drag over his length with those tight fuckin walls and the way your pussy is so wet he can feel it coat every single inch of his cock, oh my god. It’s all he can do to keep from cumming hard. His free hand skims your curves as you lie in front of him on your side. He can’t resist, so when the urge comes to suck at soft flesh and leave a huge mark right there on that little spot between your neck and shoulders  so you’ll see it when you’re fully awake. 

“Are you okay now, princess?” he asks when he hears you whimper in need, the sound as if it’s choked out of you. You take a shaky breath or two. That soft and dream-like voice as you answer quietly, “Please.. Need.. Wanna feel you, Charlie.” to confirm, to beg for more has his last sliver of self preservation shot. He buries his cock deeper, the tip pushing against your abdomen just so that he can slightly feel it under his fingers as his hand rests against your tummy. “Jesus, fuck!” he groans, his cock absolutely buried, flooded by the way you’re gushing wet. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” he mumbles breathlessly as he starts to speed up his thrusts a little, his cock slamming against your cervix a time or two and making you whimper out as you start to wake up a little better. “Charlie, oh –ah, fuck, rightthererightthererightthere.” you whine, rocking your ass back against him which has his cock hitting at an all new angle that feels so good to you both that his hand digs into your breast and he squeezes hard. His teeth sink in against the space between your neck and shoulders as he pounds away harder, bottoming out, the tip of his cock brushing against the spongy softness of your g-spot. “Not yet, babe.” he groans when he feels your walls clamp down, “Don’t you dare cum yet.”

“P-please!” the word is choked out, frantic. A louder moan than you intended. Charlie laughs, quiet. The sound erupts from deep inside. “You’re begging for it, hm?” he questions as his hand dips down and his fingers began to circle your throbbing clit a little. He continues to fuck into you from behind, bottoming out a second time. You melt back against him and you try again to hold off like he’s demanded but you can’t take much more. “I n-need, fuck.. Please let me cum.” you whine as you rock harder back against him.

You’re awake now, an active -and very willing participant in the surrender of your virginity. The way you’re writhing around below him and whimpering, the way his name flies from your mouth and your hands grip the bedsheets and his shoulder only confirm one thing for him.

The two of you are fuckin endgame. And he’ll do whatever he has to, he’ll spill as much blood as he needs to make sure it stays this way.

After all, what’s a stone cold killer without his sultry little scream queen?

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UPDATE!!UPDATE!!UPDATE!!

The next chapter of Along for the Ride has been posted!!

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Chapter Nineteen: Scars | The Centre Cannot Hold: KTH (m)

Chapter characters/pairings: Taehyung x f!reader | AU/Genre: non idol au, angst, smut (see warnings below) see series m.post for fic summary etc.

Rating/Chapter warnings: ⚠️🔞 M - Adults only! 🔞⚠️ SMUT (m/f unprotected sex rough, f>m oral sex), suggestions of dubcon (but not actual), threat, violence, intoxication, yandere and dark themes

Word count: 11.3K

A/N: This is a long chapter and very episodic with lots of dialogue because it’s the penultimate chapter and so the denouement of the story: please read the other chapters first or it won’t make sense! The end will follow in Chapter 20 soon.

<<< Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Twenty >>>

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Taehyung prompts. He may appear relaxed but you know him well enough to tell that a nervous pulse beats beneath the calm surface of his easy smile.

“It wasn’t bad at all,” you admit willingly, “You know I like your friends.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “Yeah, you love them…” you push his knee and tsk at him, “Hey! I’m driving here!” he admonishes. 

You apologise, feeling a little guilty; it’s late at night and though the roads are quiet, the black tarmac shimmers dangerously under the streetlights, slick with earlier rainfall. At the roadside, guttering puddles gather, dangerous black mirrors of distortion, throwing light and glare through the windscreen. Behind the wheel, Taehyung is confident and you feel safe, you always do with him. He’s right though, you don’t exactly love all his friends, in fact, you don’t even like most of them. Yet the dinner had been pleasant, probably because it was hosted by your favourite of all his people, the warm-hearted Jihan. 

Forgiven with a gracious nod of Taehyung’s head, you continue defending yourself, “I love Jihan, he’s great! I like Hyungsik too - he’s really sweet,” you protest, before drawing a breath and pausing, “…Yeah, it’s true that I find Seojun and Choi Minho a little intimidating but I don’t dislike them. Anyway, all that matters is that they all love you and so I love them for that.”

Taehyung glances at you, “You’re adorable,” he says in a mixture of teasing and genuine infatuation.

You blush under his attention, “Stop it. Anyway, I’ll call it a success as long as you think it went well.”

Taehyung smiles, “Of course it did - and it’s sweet of you to make excuses about Minho when we both know he’s an ass, but even he was bowled over by you,” he beams, laying his hand on your bare knee, “Of course he would be. You’re amazing.”

You brush off the compliment, but you’re pleased the evening was a success. You’d been so nervous beforehand, the scalding water of your shower unable to wash the panic off you. You’d scrubbed yourself, breath ragged, as your mind conjured a million scenarios, each as improbable as the next for getting you out of going. Illness, an accident, an emergency… All these and more occurred to you and were just as quickly dismissed. Instead, you’d ploughed through the panic, trembling hands applying your makeup because you knew you had to do it for Taehyung. You know how hard he has worked to make relationships with your friends and so were determined not to let him down with his. Any final desperate thoughts of escape were silenced by the guilt and obligation you feel, which has only grown after you got back from your business trip last weekend.

As soon as you got home, you headed to your room to find him asleep in your bed, as he promised he would be. The first thing you did when his sleepy, puffy eyes opened and he smiled to see you was to confess about Jimin, your conscience crying out under the weight of your secret. To your surprise, he was calm and relaxed. Yawning, he took you in his arms, comforting you with promises to support you in all your decisions, telling you that he trusts your judgement. He even thanked you for your honesty. You’d been struck dumb: in the face of such kindness and generosity, being sociable with his friends is the least you can do for him in return.

You lay your hand over his, interlacing your fingers, “I’m just glad I didn’t show you up,” you say softly.

“Baby, you could never!” he exclaims, squeezing your knee, “You’re perfect. Anyway, you know I couldn’t give a fuck about what they think, right? Not when it comes to you - you’re everything to me. You come first.”

“I love you, Tae,” is all you can think to say. It’s enough; it’s the only thing that matters.

“I love you too, baby,” he smiles, his hand drifting further up your thigh as you get closer to his house, “How tired are you?” he asks, trying to sound offhand, trying to sound innocent. He fails at both.

You suppress a smile, “Well… we have to make food for the picnic tomorrow in the morning,” you say, faking a yawn, “So I guess we have to be up quite early… To be honest, I think I’ll have to call it a night when we get in.” 

You laugh internally to see Taehyung’s tense jaw as he tries to suppress his disappointment and other urges; it’s difficult to miss the tent growing in his jeans as his fingers trace circles on your inner thigh.

“Of course,” he says, trying to sound gentle, “Whatever you need,” he forces his hand back down your thigh, swallowing his frustration.

You smirk invisibly, “I know just what I need,” you say.

“Camomile tea? Long, deep soak in the bath?” he suggests helpfully, determined to be the perfect boyfriend as he swings the car into his driveway.

You smile slyly, “Sounds really good, but I dunno…” you wait until he’s out of the car, and looking at you expectantly before you speak, mimicking his offhand tone, “I think I’d prefer you balls deep inside me and a long, hard fuck...”

Wordlessly and without reaction, Taehyung swings the car door shut between you. Confused, you undo your seatbelt just as he wrenches your door open, “The mouth on you,” he mock-sighs. Then he pulls you out of the car, one arm under your knees, the other across your back. 

Kicking the door shut, he quickly throws your giggling body over his shoulder, “I suppose I could manage it though,” he laughs as he stalks to the house, slapping your ass as he goes.

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The next day, barely able to walk after Taehyung had his way with you over and over and over again, you lean your aching back against a smooth sun-warmed tree trunk, your legs stretched out in front of you. Taehyung lies, snoozing gently, at a 90 degree angle to you, his head in your lap as you play with the strands of his tousled hair.

Warm in the sunshine and full of cold beer and good food, your friends fall into an easy peacefulness as the large park is suffused in a golden glow, that famed light that precedes the setting sun. A look around the group fills your heart: Ellie and Jihan chat and flirt, their rekindled relationship beginning to bud afresh; Aera and Minho do a puzzle together, squabbling cutely; Jimin and Jessi laugh together about your imbecilic colleagues at work... 

Yes, that had been interesting… You’d been surprised, but pleased, when Taehyung suggested that you should invite Jimin. He’s your friend now, he’d said, We can get along for your sake. The past is the past. You didn’t question him too much on it, and why should you? There’d been no friction between them at all today, though they mostly avoided talking to each other. 

Yet that’s not to say that the day has been tension free. No, the tension has been palpable at times but it’s coming from the fourth group sat on the large outdoor rug: smiling expansively, Jihoon may be his usual relaxed self, but the man beside him is quite different. Coiled in on himself, Jiho has not been able to control the death glares he has thrown Taehyung’s way all day, his cold gaze enough to make a cobra quail. To Taehyung’s credit, he’s borne it well, but you are getting increasingly annoyed with your friend’s behaviour. You’re not sure why he hates Taehyung so much, if you can move past things, why can’t he? The only conclusion you can reach is that he’s angry with you both, and better at hiding his irritation when it comes to you: you decide he must think you’ve treated Siwon badly. The thought embarrasses you and makes you ashamed even though you can’t work out how you’ve erred. It doesn’t matter though, you blame yourself for his mood and it stops you from confronting him when you ought to.

You turn your attention away from him, your gaze resting on the improbable geometry of Taehyung’s face: the straight line of his nose and brows, the curve of his cheekbones, the smooth plain of his cheeks and brow, the defined angle of his jaw. Pygmalion could not have conceived a more perfect face, yet Taehyung is no cold, blue-veined marble statue, instead he is everything warm and gentle. In the swan song of the day’s light, his golden skin glows in all it’s rich, honey-toned hue.

Across from you, Jiho reads the look on your face as you regard your boyfriend. In the years he’s known you, he’s never seen you look at anyone like that. Obviously, you’re awestruck, that’s to be expected; Jiho might dislike Taehyung but he’s not blind, he knows how devastatingly handsome the irritating prick is. What he sees that is new to him is the scale of your love, boundless and expansive as the golden sky above. If he didn’t know it before, today has illuminated that you are so in love with Taehyung, too in love with him, and he knows he has to save you from it. As he watches you, Taehyung’s eyes flutter open and fix on yours, the two of you rapt with each other. You’re fucked, Jiho thinks, you couldn’t be more deeply ensnared by this bastard.

Jion calls your name, pulling your attention to him while Taehyung sits up beside you, shifting positions with you so that he leans against the tree allowing you recline between his legs, resting on his chest. “I never heard the story of how you two got together,” he smiles. It’s the smile of a shark, dangerous and sharp, “When I left you two weren’t speaking.”

You squirm a little; you don’t want to mention Jihoon’s interference, knowing Jiho will see it as a betrayal. While your brain whirrs, Taehyung speaks, “It’s well know that for a long time I was a complete dickhead,” Taehyung begins to gentle laughs of agreement from the rest of your friends; they have seen the day’s building tension with Jiho and now wait to see what unfolds, focusing their attention on the two men ans away from each other.

“So, I was devastated that she cut me out of her life, and thought that I hated her,” he admits, knowing Jiho has seen him treat you horribly. He glosses over unhelpful details and gilds others, “It dragged on for so long and the pain didn’t go anywhere no matter how long we went without speaking. It didn’t make sense to me why it hurt so much and never any less. Then one day a friend opened my eyes and suggested that maybe I was in love, then it all made sense.”

“Who was the friend?” quizzes Jiho.

“Jihan,” Taehyung lies smoothly; it’s not a complete lie, Jihan had always said there was more to Taehyung’s feelings, but he wouldn’t listen.

Jiho turns his attention to Jihan, who, like Tae, lies to protect Jihoon, “Well, everyone knew, didn’t they? Except these two fools,” he says kindly, gesturing at you and Taehyung.

Jihoon can’t let himself be completely absolved from his role, nor does he want to be. He interrupts, “And I told Jihan when we were drunk one night that the reason she cut Taehyung out was because she was in love with him.”

Jihan smiles gratefully at Jihoon, “I knew then that these two just needed a push so I told Taehyung and he took it from there.”

Taehyung smiles and picks up the story, “So I caught up with her at a party, told her I loved her and that I knew she loved me and we went from there,” Taehyung grins, “I’ll spare you the details.”

“A party?” Jiho says, “So you two hooked up when she was drunk?” he presses, shooting a meaningful look at Jimin, which nobody misses.

“Uh, no,” interrupts Jessi, clearly unimpressed with Jiho’s attitude, “I was there, they were a little tipsy but no more. And they were sober the next morning, from what I’ve heard,” she adds with a laugh.

“That’s enough of that,” you interrupt, blushing furiously, “Anyway, he confronted me about my lies and told me how he felt and then we started dating. It’s very simple,” you conclude.

Taehyung adds nothing; sat behind you, his face remains stonily impassive as he fights the urge to lash out at Jion, he may be mute but his flint-eyed stare does not go unnoticed by Jion, who feels equal parts intimidated and smug that he’s riled his new foe. The conversation drops and moves on to other things, but the bad taste of it lingers long after. 

Jiho seems to pack up his resentment at the end of the evening with the rest of his things and bears it away with him. In the dying light of dusk, you and Taehyung walk home together, his arm protectively around your shoulder, in a not altogether easy quiet. Though you don’t speak, you’re both of the same mind, anticipating that whatever Jiho’s problem is, he is not yet done.

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When you get back from the picnic, you excuse yourself for a long bath, tired, aching and in need of relaxation. In your absence, Taehyung sits with Ellie and Jihan. He feigns interest in the show their watching, but beneath his laughter and breezy commentary his mind works rapidly. What is Jion’s problem with him? Is it just that he’s a sore loser on behalf of Siwon? Or does he just hate Taehyung because of the way he treated you in the past? Or, is there something more sinister… What was that look that passed between Jion and Jimin? Jimin claimed he’d told the ‘right’ people… was one of those people Jion? Taehyung’s mind cycles rapidly through questions that have no answer and with each cycle he becomes more stressed; when he finally heads for a shower a couple of hours later his whole body is tight with tension.

The hot, focused jet of water that he directs at his knotted shoulders makes no difference, he’s no more relaxed when he steps out of the steamy bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, his tousled hair still damp. You’ve left a lamp on low in your bedroom for him to find his way, but you’re already fast asleep. He smiles at your consideration for him, yet wishes you were awake. 

Taehyung tells himself that he’ll just cuddle you; lying on your side away from him, curled in on yourself, Taehyung slots in behind you. He knows you’re naked beneath the oversized tee you’re wearing: his tee. He smirks as the warm softness of your sleepy frame melts into him. Immediately, the scent of your hair fills his nose, and he knows he has to wake you despite his best intentions; he’s too tense and he needs release. He knows he must wake you gently, kindly, and so he begins touching you softly, his hands tracing a line up the side of your thigh, lifting the material of the tee as he traces his path up your hip to the dip of your waist, following the path upwards to cup your breast. As he plays with you, enjoying the weight and soft flesh in his hand, he presses gentle butterfly kisses to your clothed shoulder: all the while his twitching, growing cock nudges your now bare ass. 

Losing a little patience,Taehyung guides you onto your back, climbing over you and resuming his attention on your breasts, forcing the tee upwards to allow him access. He kneads the neglected one while his mouth fixes around the other, your nipple already hardened from his attentions. Soon Taehyung is licking and sucking at both your breasts as his breath comes in increasingly short pants, his cock throbbing.

While he lavishes his attention on your breasts, his hand eases between your legs and he groans to find you disappointingly dry, tsking to himself in annoyance. Reluctantly moving from your breasts, Taehyung spreads your thighs wide and sinks his body down between your legs, until he’s lapping at your folds and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. In your sleep you begin to twitch a little and Taehyung smirks into your cunt as his tongue intrudes into your vagina.

Soon you’re dripping with Taehyung’s saliva and some of your own wetness from his attentions. Taehyung is going out of his mind and knows now that he has to have you, losing patience with your sleepiness. Sucking your clit between his teeth, he nips it sharply, finally rousing you; he hears your breathing change as you yelp and then grumble your way to being awake.

Taehyung slides up your body, cock in hand. As your eyes flutter open, he guides his cock to your entrance and, fingertips to his frenulum, guides the tip in. You wince, confused as to what is happening. Taehyung kisses you, his mouth pressing on yours and his tongue slipping in as he pushes more of his length into your under-prepped body. 

You reach for Taehyung to slow him down, to press pause, but he takes hold of your wrists instead, pinning them either side of your head as he continues his assault on your mouth. He groans into you in satisfaction when he bottoms out, his balls pressed tightly against you. The kiss breaks for a moment, giving you enough time to say the first syllable of his name before the breath is literally knocked out of you, Taehyung sliding back only to drive back into you roughly, setting a rapid rhythm of driving, hard thrusts.

It’s all too much: it’s too fast, too rough and too hard. Immobile beneath him, your mind is frozen as it tries to process the stretching of your walls; the slide of his still-damp flesh against yours; the water, dripping from the ends of his hair onto your face. You gather yourself together enough to tell him to stop, firmly and aggressively. He pauses, still inside you, looking at you in genuine confusion.

“Babe? Are you ok?” he asks gently yet you don’t miss that he’s frowning a little at the interruption, his impatient cock twitching inside you.

Suddenly, you’re angry and you don’t know why, “No, I’m fucking not,” you hiss, “You’re hurting me - get off me,” you state clearly, though your voice trembles.

Taehyung does as you ask, his eyes full of concern as he slips out of you, his cock beginning to soften in apprehension, “I’m sorry,” he says softly, moving to stroke your shoulder as you jerk away from him, rubbing your sore wrists where he pinned you down.

“What the fuck was that?” you ask shakily, “I wake up and the next thing I know you’re fucking me like you have a point to prove…”

“I’m so sorry,” he repeats, “I didn’t mean to, I got carried away…” he reaches for you again and you jerk away, clambering out of bed to grab underwear and pyjama bottoms. He watches powerlessly as you clothe yourself, each layer separating you from him in more ways than one.

You think about leaving the room and sleeping on the couch, but one look at his pained and confused face makes you pause. He speaks then, voice trembling with real fear, “Did I just …” he can’t bring himself to even say it euphemistically. Did he force himself on you? No, you were awake, he tells himself, panicking. He needs to know though, needs to fix things, “Did I cross a line?”

The unspoken word hangs between you as you hover, equidistant between him and the door, “No, you didn’t,” you reassure, “But that was way too rough without any warning, Taehyung.”

Oh, the full name, he registers, He’s hurt you, in more ways than one. “Baby, I am so sorry,” he pleads; he reads your face and finds confusion and pain with the merest hint of anger, noticing how your eyes flick to the bedroom door, “Please don’t go,” he adds desperately.

You nod curtly, “Fine, but don’t touch me again tonight,” you warn. Mutely he nods his understanding. You climb back into bed, then the two of you settle to go to sleep, lying back to back: the inches between you feel like miles.

The pillow Taehyung wraps around is a poor substitute for you, “I really am sorry,” he whispers, hoping for resolution.

“Can we just leave it for tonight?” you ask, though it’s more of a demand than a request.

Taehyung can’t, his mind is in turmoil, your words play on his mind: too rough without any warning… Is is he too rough often? He knows he often favours rough sex, have you been tolerating it without enjoying it? He can’t help himself, he has to ask, “Am I too rough with you?”

“Tomorrow,” you sigh, “I need to sleep.”

He says nothing, closing his eyes, yet it’s a long time before any sleep comes to either of you.

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You lied. When Taehyung wakes the next morning, you’ve already gone to work. He knows you must’ve crept around carefully not to wake him and his gut twists; he hates that you are avoiding him. With everything going on with Jimin and Jiho he knows he can ill-afford for the two of you to be anything other than rock solid.

That evening, he waits for you to return from work and you finally talk about it. It’s not the resolution he hoped for; you are withdrawn and avoidant and he is little reassured by your protestations that you’re fine with the way he treats you and the way he fucks you. 

He’s right not to believe all is well. Over the next week you grow further apart: your conversations become more superficial and you barely even kiss let alone have sex. By the end of the week, pissed off with himself, Taehyung strategises on how to repair things between you: it doesn’t occur to him that sex might not be the only reason that you’re holding back. 

The other side of the city, in your office, you look at the message from Jiho for the millionth time since he texted you after the picnic: I can’t say anything more right now, but believe me when I say that you cannot trust Kim Taehyung. You hang your head in your hands, uncertain of what to do.

Groaning heavily, you lift your head and pick up your phone. Swallowing your discomfort, you begin to type.

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Flushed and fanning your warm faces, you and Minho laugh: giggling your way through your mutual embarrassment. At a loose end, you knew you needed an outside perspective on your situation with Taehyung, and not any perspective, but one of someone who knows you well. Though you didn’t want to admit it, you also knew that you needed to speak to a man to better understand Taehyung’s point of view. With all that in mind, Minho was the only person you could call.

The conversation, had over lunch in the park beside your workplace, has been awkward, both of you grateful that you’re sitting side-by-side on a bench rather than having to face each other. As ever, your best friend’s insight has been the one you need: Yes, Taehyung had been wrong but no, he hadn’t gone too far; you need to communicate your boundaries more clearly to him; you need to tell Taehyung that your mood is being affected by Jiho’s words… 

Minho’s concluding thought was that the distance that is growing between you and Taehyung is dangerous, a spreading black cloud that rains mistrust across your relationship. It’s a cloud heavy with reminders of the past and the way you two lost each other to begin with. Your friend tells you, albeit gently, that if you do not trust Taehyung, you need to tell him that and face whatever comes next before that cloud becomes a storm that your relationship cannot weather.

As ever, Minho is right. You’re grateful, grateful that you could be honest with him about your relationship and the awkward topic of sex, but more than that you’re grateful for his wisdom and balance. When you part, he reminds you the focus of your probing thoughts should not be directed towards Taehyung’s conduct, but Jiho’s, and that maybe it’s time to find out exactly what Jiho’s issues are.

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Taehyung watches the girl’s ponytail bounce as she guides him through the maze of corridors; she keeps looking back over her shoulder at him, smiling invitingly. He can’t work out if she thinks he might somehow get lost or if she’s flirting with him, either way she’s strangely relentless.

After another dizzying turn, his heart sinks to see Jimin moving towards them from the opposite end of the corridor. He stalks forward, face unreadable, moving with a cat-like grace in his well-tailored slim fitting suit. When he sees Taehyung, he plasters a smile across his face.

“Kim Taehyung!” he announces loudly, as though greeting an old friend. Taehyung smirks joylessly at the realisation that in some way, that’s true; from infancy, Jimin was Taehyung’s closest friend until, one day, he wasn’t. Jimin moves quickly down the corridor, eyeing the flowers and gift bag in Taehyung’s hands, “Ah, here to pick your girlfriend up?” he invites.

Taehyung notices that his guide looks a little downcast, “Yeah,” Taehyung replies, forcing himself to be civil, “I wanted to surprise her.”

Jimin smiles affably, “Thanks Sia, I’ll take him from here,” he states politely but dismissively to the girl, who slinks away reluctantly, “Follow me,” he smiles, guiding Taehyung towards your office.

After a beat or two, Taehyung can no longer contain himself, “Did you tell Jiho?” he presses.

Jimin breathes deeply, considering his response, “Yeah, I did,” he states, “Only the facts though, I didn’t share any theories.”

“Oh thanks for that,” Taehyung says sarcastically, “I’m sure that made all the difference…”

Jimin pauses, turning to face Taehyung and fixing him in his cold glare, “I could’ve said worse,” he states baldly, “Look, I think I can deal with Jiho and make sure he doesn’t ruin things for you, But only as long as you’re behaving yourself.”

Taehyung stares, but before he can answer, Jimin speaks again, “So are you, Taehyung? Are you behaving yourself?”

“I am,” Taehyung says flatly. Jimin is the last person he wants to confide in, but he has little other choice, “I am not the same as the kid I was then… and you have no idea how much I love her.” 

Jimin presses his lips together, “Hm… I want to believe you,” he admits.

Taehyung’s eyes narrow, “You hate me,” he says, matching Jimin’s plainness, “So why do you want to believe me? Why aren’t you telling everyone?”

“I don’t hate you,” Jimin says, his voice heavy, “You were my best friend, Tae - I loved you like a brother once. I don’t want to destroy you.”

Taehyung softens, and they both feel something shift between them, the ground moving perhaps, or a door opening, “Then why tell anyone at all?”

Jimin fixes eye contact between them, “Because I don’t trust you,” he admits, his eyes glazing with genuine sadness, “…and I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of you.”

Taehyung holds the eye contact, after seconds that feel like hours he replies honestly, “Yeah, I understand that,” he nods, “I guess you have to do what you have to do.”

Jimin nods in response, “Who knows, Tae, maybe one day we’ll be friends…” his voice trails off. The comment is meant to be lighthearted, even a touch sarcastic, but as he speaks the words Jimin realises the truth of them: he misses Taehyung, even after all these years.

Taehyung smiles, it’s genuine, “I hope so.” Understanding passes between them, nothing more needing to be said. Jimin gestures to a room with the blinds closed but the door slightly ajar, “That’s her office. Say hi from me,” with a strange twitch of his mouth, more spasm than smile, Jimin turns and is gone. 

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From the doorway, Taehyung observes the devastation in your office. One quick survey of the room tells him all he needs to know: the window is open and the breeze has picked up as the sun dips lower in the sky; strewn across the room are endless papers. The mess doesn’t hold his attention for long though, because you are on your hands and knees facing away from him desperately gathering papers, your ass, in its form fitting pencil skirt, raised invitingly towards him.

He steps silently into the room and shuts the door softly behind him; in your frantic state you don’t hear him. He creeps closer to you and, kneeling down behind you, taps your ass gently. He makes sure it’s the kind of tap a friend would deliver, nervous to do anything sexual with you given how things have been lately.

Your response is immediate, “Get the fuck off me!” you shriek; your leg kicks back as you defend yourself, scrambling forward.

Taehyung is taken by surprise. Luckily, your pointed stiletto heel doesn’t reach his cock, but it does make it into the meat of his thigh and he groans in pain.

You’re now on your feet and turning, ready for round two. Then you see Taehyung gripping his thigh as he rolls onto his back in agony. You kick your heels off and rush to him, “Oh baby, I’m so sorry!” you plead, wincing at the sight of his pain.

“Unnghhh -” he groans as you stroke his hair from his face and cradle his head in your lap until he calms a little. You see the light tearing of the fabric and feel ashamed.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeat on loop, “it was instinct!”

He manages to sit up and takes your hand in his, “It’s ok, babe,” he groans, “It’s good to know my girl can defend herself,” he laughs, but then it dies on his lips as the two of you share a look, the moment in your bedroom a week ago hanging between you again.

“For me?” You ask, gesturing at the dropped flowers and gift bag. He simply nods, “Thank you,” you say softly.

“It’s the least I can do, and it’s not enough,” he laments.

“Taehyung -,” you begin, but he cuts you off, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and kissing it.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I am so sorry about what happened. I’ll do anything to fix it and fix us, I know it’s all my fault.”

“No,” you say firmly, “It’s not all your fault. I won’t lie, I didn’t like it, I wanted more of a chance to speak than you gave me, but it’s not all your fault. I haven’t been honest with you.”

“You don’t trust me,” he says perceptively.

“I do,” you say, and it’s the truth now. You do trust him. As Minho told you, it’s a choice that you have to make, and you’ve made it. You trust the man you love, everything else comes after, “Maybe for a moment I let myself get thrown off course by other people, but that doesn’t matter now. I love you and I trust you.”

You’re surprised that his eyes cloud a little, though the tears don’t fall, “I love you too, baby - so fucking much. Are we going to be ok?”

You nod, “We’re going to be ok. I promise,” you smile, “Have I hurt you badly? Let me look,” you ask.

He grimaces, “It’s fine - I’m not dropping my trousers in your office, thanks.”

You nod to the supply cupboard at the back of the room, “In there now, I need to see.”

Taehyung relents and hobbles in, pulling the light cord as he enters. He leans against the bare wall, the other lined with shelves and crammed with files and supplies, “It’s a total mess in here,” he critiques.

You’re not long in entering behind him, shutting the door on you both as you pull a first aid kit from the shelf, “Oh shush, and drop your trousers,” you reply.

Despite the sting in his leg, he finds his cock stirring at the sight of you on your knees before him, as you undo his belt and pull his trousers down for him. From his position he has a perfect view down your silk blouse and it causes his cock to twitch. His mind is drawn from his lewd thoughts as you hiss in air between your teeth, examining the dark slash on his leg. The skin is barely broken, but blood has bloomed beneath the surface and the skin is already a rich purple colour.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh softly, “I’m so fucking sorry…”

He strokes the top of your head, “it was an accident,” he breathes, “I forgive you.”

You look up at him innocently and neither you nor he can ignore his semi hardness growing between you.

You shuffle closer to him, “Does it hurt badly?” you ask with a sultry resonance in your voice.

Taehyung catches on quickly, “Uh huh, it hurts so bad, babe,” he groans.

With the gentlest, most featherlight of touches, you butterfly soft kisses over the outermost edges of the growing bruise.

Taehyung starts to pant gently as you continue to kiss his tender flesh; he moans when suddenly you snake one hand up the leg of his boxers, cupping and squeezing his balls.

“Fuck,” he utters desperately, “are we doing this?”

He catches the dark look in your eyes, “No, we’re not,” you state and he feels crushing disappointment. You release his balls and look up at him, “May I have your jacket, please?”

Nonplussed, he shrugs off the fluffy brown teddy bear jacket that you adore so much and passes it to you.

“Thanks,” you smile, folding it up and placing it at his feet, using it to cushion your knees.

“We’re not doing this -” you clarify, releasing now achingly hard erection from his boxers and pulling them down carefully so you can reach all of him, but not so far that they graze his bruising, “…I am doing this to you,” you finish with a hungry gleam in your eyes.

He can’t contain his desire as you hand returns to his balls, you begin to kiss up and down his shaft mimicking your earlier motions on his thighs.

“Put a hand on the door, just in case,” you sigh wantonly, your breath tingling on him causing him to shudder pleasurably as he slaps a large hand, palm first, against the door, clutching the edge of the shelf ahead of him with the other as you begin to suck along the length of him.

For minutes, but to him it feels like hours, you tease him with soft sucks and kisses all over his cock and balls but only take the head in your mouth or run the flat of your tongue across his frenulum, driving him crazy. Then, suddenly you’re taking as much of him as you can, hollowing out your cheeks and blowing him furiously, pushing against your gag reflex to deep-throat him.

Above you, Taehyung sweats in pleasure, watching his cock disappearing in your mouth as you suck on him like you are being paid for it.

“Ffffuck -” he tries to stifle the sound, “you’re so f-fu-fucking good…”

You slow your movements; you know with his length and size you’ll be here a long time before your movements alone will make him come. As you pop off his cock, he eyes you with wild frustration, then betrayal, and finally puzzlement as he sees you grab a broom and wedge it under the handle.

“Your hands are free now,” you explain as he looks at you cluelessly.

You run your tongue along his cock, “Fuck my mouth, Taehyung,” you purr before opening you mouth and laying out your tongue, “I trust you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be too rough with you,” he implores.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you explain, “But only when I ask for it. I’m asking now.”

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, he pumps himself with a tight grip a few times before feeding himself into the wet heat of your mouth. His hands come to rest in your hair, knotting in the strands as he pumps into your mouth, guiding your head to meet his movements.

You take deep breaths through your nose, one hand continues to tease and gently tug at his ballsack while the other grips his ass. You dig your nails into one cheek and he hisses as he fucks you more aggressively, liking the pain you inflict on him.

After a while you think you’re going to black out from the lack of oxygen, but you keep your mouth tight and give him what he needs. Finally, his thrusts become more erratic as he chases his high.

He surrenders to his shuddering orgasm, thrusting into your mouth and coming down the back of your throat: he groans in deep bliss as he watches you swallow his load. Smiling and feeling drunk with pleasure, he watches you gently release his spent cock from your mouth, gentle of his oversensitivity.

You look up at him sweetly, “How bad’s the pain now?”

He laughs, a deep rumble of joy, “I fucking love you, babe,” he smiles his beautiful boxy grin. He thumbs the tears and mascara from your eyes and helps you to your feet before tucking himself away.

You’re both relieved to find the room as you left it when you emerge and you set about collecting the last of your papers together, giggling stupidly together.

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After he takes you for dinner, you and Taehyung part, heading to your respective homes. A warm glow of happiness sits over you as you enter your house, slipping off your heels and calling out to see if anyone’s home.

“In here,” calls Jessi from the living room. 

Smiling, you wonder how she’ll react to being told you just sucked Taehyung off at your office… She’s always teasing you for being so restrained and you wonder how he’ll react. But your smile falls when you enter the room, Jessi sits in one of the armchairs, her spine straight and tense; opposite her, equally tense and uneasy, Jiho and Siwon perch on the couch.

You force your smile back on your face, it’s tight and tense, “Hey, this is a surprise,” you say evenly, allowing your tension to show a little.

Jiho and Siwon share a look before Siwon speaks, “It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?” he says smoothly, “It’s good to see you.”

Interesting, you think, this has been carefully planned, “It’s good to see you too,” you reply, your panic escalating, “If you’ll excuse me for two minutes I just need to change from work and then we can all have a coffee together? Is that ok?”

“Of course,” Siwon smiles, “Take your time.”

With a final forced smile, your face aching, you leave the room. As soon as you are in your bedroom you call Taehyung who reliably, as ever, picks up on the second ring, “Tae, baby, Siwon and Jiho are here and I need you.”

“Is everything ok?” he asks and you can hear the tension in his voice, “What do you need?”

“I need you here,” you explain, “I don’t want any more secrets, whatever they’re here for I want you to be part of it.”

You hear his sigh of relief, “Breathe baby, It’s going to be ok. I’m on my way.”

Downstairs, Jessi excuses herself, leaving the three of you to it; you settle into the armchair she vacated. The conversation passes pleasantly. It’s been a long time since you last saw Siwon, and there’s plenty to catch up on. As easy as the conversation is though, Taehyung hangs spectrally over everything, made even more conspicuous by everyone avoiding saying his name. You know it’s building though, Jiho’s bouncing leg and thrumming energy telling you he’s not far from revealing the true purpose of this visit.

Finally, it comes, but it’s when Siwon decides to take the bull by the horns, “Jessi tells us you and Taehyung are going on holiday soon?”

Your smile is genuine, but with excitement about the trip more than anything else, “It’s not really a holiday, it’s more of a visit. He’s going to take me to where he grew up. He went to live with his grandparents in the countryside when he was a teenager and he’s going to take me there.”

“Why did he get sent to his grandparents?” Jiho blurts out, his hostility evident.

You cock your head, frowning, “I didn’t say he was sent there,” you reply, your tone firm and cold, “He had his reasons, which are his business.”

“So, you don’t know why, basically,” Jiho scoffs.

You snap, “Jiho,” you begin, your voice low, slow and dangerous, “You’re my friend and I really care about you but I am beginning to get fed up of your crusade against Taehyung. Is that why you’re here?”

“No, it’s not like that -” Siwon begins.

“Thank you,” you say politely, interrupting him, “But I was asking Jiho.”

Jiho evaluates you, his eyes narrowing, “Yes, that’s why we’re here. Taehyung isn’t who you think he is.”

“You don’t know who I think he is,” you fire back, “You know nothing about our relationship and to be truthful, you know very little about him.”

Jiho laughs and it’s timbre is cruel, “I think I know more about him than you do.”

You say nothing and silence sits heavy between the three of you. Eventually, Siwon speaks, “I think you should hear what we have to say.”

You take a breath, and when you reply your voice is firm and resolute, “No.”

“What?” Jiho asks, nonplussed.

“I said no,” you repeat more firmly, “I love Taehyung. I trust Taehyung. Anything about him I will find out from him and him only.”

Jiho laughs derisively, “Wake up,” he barks, “He is not going to tell you the truth - you’re stupid if you think he would.”

Your nostrils flare in anger as a knock comes at the door, “Come in!” You call out, hearing the door open and close as you turn to Jiho, “How dare you. We’re friends Jiho, but you don’t get to speak to me like that.”

“Speak to you like what, babe?” Taehyung asks, entering the room. He sits on the arm of your chair, his arm protectively circling your shoulders.

“So you called him?” Jiho interrupts, “What is wrong with you? When did you become so brainwashed by a guy? Haven’t you learnt your lesson about that?” As soon as the words are out of his mouth his regret is immediate; his face blanches and he looks embarrassed.

Taehyung clenches his jaw, but doesn’t react more than to squeeze your shoulder in support, knowing you need to handle this yourself. He knows any mention of your last relationship is taboo, the scars evident.

“Ok,” you say, breathing deeply and heavily, tears threatening your waterline, “I’m sorry to be rude, but I am going to have to ask you both to leave.”

Jiho nods, he knows he’s gone too far, leaving the room mutely. Siwon is slower to leave, ignoring Taehyung and addressing you only, “You should talk to Park Jimin,” he says gently, “You should trust your friends too. Taehyung isn’t the only person who loves you.”

“It was nice to see you, again,” you say politely, ignoring his comment. Siwon reads your eyes though, knowing his words have hit home.

Silently, Taehyung follows the two men to the door, closing it behind them. When he returns to the living room, you look smaller than usual, your face wearing an expression of hurt. He opens his arms, without a word you step into his embrace and he wraps about you tightly.

“Are you ok, babe?” he asks, stroking your back, “What was all that about?”

You pull back from him gently, looking him in the eye, “Taehyung, what is it that Jimin knows that I don’t?”

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The next few weeks ease gently into a smoother routine as you and Taehyung settle into your relationship. The secret of his past still hangs between you as does his promise that he will tell you the truth when he has found the words for it. Swaddled in your love and trust of him, you accept his word, waiting patiently for the time to come but unease remains inside you, a thorn that cannot be extracted. You know that this is far from a healthy start to a relationship but you do everything you can to assuage your misgivings, trusting in the love you have for him and and the love you know he has for you. 

Maybe you would have some kind of peace, even if it was incomplete and imperfect, if your friends had the patience you do.

They don’t.

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“Yeah well, we all know what you are, don’t we...” slurs Jiho, poking Taehyung in the chest. Their argument has barely begun, but already heads are turning in the busy club, people moving away, others turning, forming a circle to spectate.

“Yeah? What am I?” Taehyung goads, equally as drunk.

The energy travels through the club in low rumblings and mutterings, eventually reaching you where you’re stood chatting with Jihoon and Ellie. Jihan appears, looking panicked, “There’s trouble between Taehyung and Jiho,” he states, pointing across the club.

When you get there, a crowd has formed around them and you have to force your way through with your friends. As you break the line you see the two men are nose to nose, squaring off like fighters at a weigh in, hissing insults at each other.

“You heard what I said,” Jiho taunts, flecks of spittle flying from his mouth and peppering Taehyung’s face, causing him to wince, “What else do you call a man who likes to take advantage of women? Because that’s what you did, wasn’t it Taehyung? That’s what you did to Baek Yideum, isn’t it?” It’s so quiet that only Taehyung and you, as the closest person to them, hear it.

Taehyung seems to change colour, first blanching with shock then turning red with fury, yelling “That’s a fucking lie!” shoving Jiho’s shoulder with the flat of his hand.

“You know what you fucking are and what you fucking did!” Jiho screams back, swinging for Taehyung and landing a punch squarely on Taehyung’s jaw. 

Taehyung’s head snaps violently to one side before he recovers himself, “I never fucking did that!” with both hands he pushes Jiho in the chest, sending him hurtling over a table and landing with a thud the other side.

Time seems to pause as you all, Taehyung included, look on in shock as Jiho staggers to his feet. As he cleared the table, he swept glass with him, glass that smashed beneath him, cutting a jagged path across his chin. Now on his feet, blood pours from the wound, staining his white t-shirt. Jiho can feel the warm stickiness as he shakes his head slightly, his hand touching his chin to find wetness. He pulls his hand back and offers something between a smirk and a grimace as he sees the blood coating his fingers.

He snarls as he raises his eyes to Taehyung, “That better not fucking scar,” he threatens, launching himself bodily into Taehyung, sending them both crashing to the floor as they punch and kick at whatever part of each other they can reach, writhing on the floor in a violent, swarming mass.

It seems to last an age, but in reality the fight only lasts moments. Jihoon is quick to pull Jiho off, Jihan doing the same for Taehyung, corralling them to separate exits before security or worse, the police, can arrive. Jihan calls to Ellie that he’ll take Taehyung back to his, his arms around Taehyung’s struggling waist as your frantic boyfriend calls out to you. 

You don’t respond; you can’t even hear him: frozen in shock, you stare at Jihoon manhandling Jiho from the scene, blood spraying everywhere. It’s only when Jihoon calls your name that you come to life. He yells that he’ll take Jiho to hospital and that someone needs to follow. As all the men disappear, you and Ellie stare at each other, unable to speak just as Minho and Aera reach you.

The spell of silence is broken by their arrival and you break into dizzying explanations. Clear-headed, designated-driver Minho makes the decisions: he will drive you all to the hospital, following Jihoon and Jiho, but will only drop Aera and Ellie there. He will take you home, your presence may only make things worse for Jiho and Minho is certain Taehyung will not be held by Jihan for long and will be desperate to see you.

“I’ll be ok,” you say to Minho, half-heartedly.

“No,” he replies firmly, “After what I just saw, I am not leaving you alone with him.” thinking of what only you heard, you relent, following his lead.

Only an hour later, yet again, Minho is proved right. Just as he gets off the phone to Aera, who explains that Jiho is fine, that the wound was superficial and only in need of paper stitches, your phone lights up with messages from Taehyung, pleading to come over and see you. You call him, he’s coherent, cowed, quiet, made sober by the fight and all that happened after it. Minho nods his agreement; he knows Ellie and Aera are on their way over in a cab, planning to stay the night and that Jihoon will eventually follow. Taehyung may be cowed, but they will not leave you alone with him.

When Jihan and Taehyung arrive, he is apologetic to your friends, all of whom deal with him evenly, agreeing that he and Jiho are equal in their idiocy and graceful enough to admit that Jiho started it. You lead Taehyung upstairs quietly, sitting him on the edge of the bathtub as you clean the grazes on his bruised face.

“What a fucking mess,” you mutter as you gently dab at his brow.

“My face or tonight?” he grumbles, it’s meant to be a joke, but your mood is too grim to even fake a smile.

“Who’s Baek Yideum?” you find yourself asking without even realising that you’re speaking as the words spill from your lips: the name has been circling your mind ever since you heard it in the club.

“I can’t explain that right now,” Taehyung pleads, shifting awkwardly, and hissing in pain as you grip his chin, holding him steady.

“Sit still or the antiseptic will hurt more,” you warn, “Taehyung, you can’t put me off forever. You said you’d tell me and now I need to know.”

He looks at you through heavy eyes, his expression unreadable.

“Tae,” you repeat, “You said to Jiho that you never did that… So what did you do?”

“Please baby,” he says, looking at the floor, “I’ll tell you everything, but give me until the morning, I can’t think straight.”

With a sigh you relent, “In the morning then,” you agree as you finish dressing his wounds.

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Siwon waves goodbye to Jihoon, dropping him outside your house where everyone seems to be gathering. In the passenger seat, Jiho sleeps soundly, drunk and exhausted, his chin bandaged and dry blood flaking across his cheeks and bloodied knuckles.

Siwon will take Jiho back to his tonight, resolving that he will find out the whole picture tomorrow, wondering what path there is out of this mess. Nobody seems to know what the argument was about, other than Jiho insisting that Taehyung was something and Taehyung violently arguing that he was not. Jiho said nothing in the hospital, his focus purely on his cut chin and the possibility of a scar, but Siwon can guess what was said.

Later, having cleaned his old friend up and put him to bed, Siwon pours himself a whisky and wonders when you will want the truth about your boyfriend. He swirls the ice cubes in his drink as he recalls the restaurant and the fateful nigh that Jimin spoke to him and Jiho. He takes a long swig of the warming amber liquid, but it does nothing to affect the cold chill that runs through his veins as he recalls Jimin’s tale.

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It was no lie when Taehyung told you he had never truly loved before he loved you. Yet, he had known something like it: when he was a boy, he knew obsession and obsession only.

Taehyung has always been beautiful, but in his early teenage years he was awkward, uncomfortable, growing into his skin and his personality. He developed fixations with people, usually girls, who he’d focus on with terrifying single-mindedness. Of all his obsessions, it was the one with Baek Yideum that was his undoing.

Baek Yideum was the girlfriend of Jimin’s older brother. At 19, she was also a tutor to the 15 year old Taehyung. She found Taehyung’s charm, cuteness and adorable boxy smile endearing and so would flirt with him, harmlessly she thought. Her age and his sweetness meant that she never perceived any kind of danger forming from their relationship. Yes, she suspected Taehyung might have a little crush on her, but she assumed it was harmless enough.

It wasn’t.

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Siwon shudders as he recalls Jimin’s monologue.

“So one day, I came home and I heard voices in the kitchen and the door was closed, which it never was… so I pressed my ear to the door, like any nosey kid would and listened. It was our housekeeper, telling my mother what she had heard from Taehyung’s housekeeper. Our housekeeper was the best woman and knew both me and my brother since we were born, so she couldn’t keep the secret.

“Apparently, for months, every time Taehyung’s busy parents would be away for the weekend - they were always travelling for his Dad’s medical business, leaving Taehyung alone a lot. Yideum would go to his house, do her usual Friday tutoring and would stay over. The housekeeper couldn’t say what happened, only that the girl was there when she left on Friday afternoon and would still be there Saturday morning, wearing the same clothes and smile.

“The whole thing exploded. Yideum was like family to us. My mother told my brother, she told Taehyung’s parents and it was awful. My brother broke up with Yideum, even though she insisted that nothing happened. She said that she was just tired on Fridays after a long week and so would stay over rather than driving home when she was sleepy. Nobody believed her. Taehyung, for his part, said nothing, insisting too that nothing was happening. Nobody believed either of them.

“I loved Taehyung like a brother, but I loved Yideum too - she’d been with my brother for years and she was as good as a sister to me. I couldn’t understand it. I confronted Taehyung because I knew he liked her. I just wanted the truth. He never admitted anything, but there was a slyness beneath his denials and somehow I knew he’d done something but not what. I tried to speak to Yideum, but she wouldn’t speak to any of us, weeks later she left the country to live with relatives overseas. Everyone then said she’d groomed Taehyung, after all she was 19, he was a minor. His parents sent him to the countryside to live with his grandparents to escape the gossip.

“I don’t know what happened, but something did. We never spoke again.”

Siwon finishes his drink and makes his heavy-footed way back to the bed he’d slept in peacefully before Jihoon’s phone call from the hospital roused him. He knows that Jiho thinks something sinister happened with Taehyung and that girl, but Siwon has his doubts, thinking Jiho’s opinion is influenced more by dislike of Taehyung than anything else. Siwon envies his earlier self, knowing he’ll get little more sleep, if any, tonight. As he drifts to sleep he wonders if Jimin is embellishing the truth, perhaps he’s the problem, not Taehyung?

Across the city, oblivious to the conflict of tonight, Jimin sleeps soundly, his conscience untroubled. He sleeps the easy sleep of the innocent: he has told no lies, he never did find out what happened. In the years that have passed he’s spoken little to Taehyung; the absence of truth festered between them, an open wound that never seemed to heal properly, leaving an ugly scar where their friendship once was, a scar that Jimin hopes is finally beginning to fade.

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The next morning, as he promised, Taehyung tells you the story, exactly as Jimin told it to Jion and Siwon, insisting that nothing ever happened and that nobody ever believed him.

Sat opposite him, the two of you cross-legged on your bed, you question why, if it was all so innocent, that he couldn’t admit this sooner to you. Taehyung’s only defence is experience: nobody ever believed him before, why would they now? He tells you he fears losing you too much to risk you doubting him, citing that his past behaviour of obsessive desire might frighten you away from him given your history with controlling men.

“I am not a 15 year old boy anymore,” he insists, “I didn’t know what love was then. What I felt for Yideum is not what I feel for you. You’re everything to me. Please believe me.”

You love him and so you will not lie, “I need to think,” you admit, “And I need some air.”

Seeking out Minho as your friends gather for breakfast, you go for a walk to clear your head and organise the thoughts that tangle and snare your mind.

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You tell Minho the basics of the story, and he’s quick, even with limited information, to discern what truly worries you.

“Do you think there was something in Jimin’s suspicions?” he prompts, “Do you think something might have been going on between them? Because if there was, I think he’s the victim - he was 15 she was an adult… surely that makes her the bad guy not him?”

You nod, wondering if there’s sense in what he says as he continues, “I mean, she did flee the country, that’s pretty sus, no? And what kind of defence is sleepiness? It’s all so weird,” he stretches as you walk, his attention grasped by the smell of warm coffee on the breeze.

You can only nod, as slowly, like a stage curtain, something starts to lift in your mind. Minho knows the expression on your face; he knows your mind is racing. He guides you to a nearby bench, “Stay here, I’ll run to the coffee trunk and get us breakfast.”

With Minho gone, your mind travels back in time to when you first made friends with Taehyung. With frightening speed, your brain sets alight, synapses firing and lighting up memories in violent neon flashes through your mind. An idea, as pernicious and insidious as any you have ever known takes hold of you: you turn to the bin beside you and throw up violently into it.

Breathing deeply, and wiping your mouth with a wipe from your bag, you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting the cool breeze of the park wash over the cold sweat you’ve broken into. Out of your control, your mind continues its busy work; every piece of your every moment with Taehyung slotting perfectly into place.

By the time you get back to your house, you’ve convinced Minho you just have a terrible hangover. Whilst dread builds in you, you say goodbye to your friends at the door, wishing them well. By the time you reach the staircase to face Taehyung, your hands sweat, your legs are weak and your chest constricts: you cling to the banister as you climb, unsure of how you’ll even begin.

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Taehyung’s smile doesn’t last when you enter your bedroom, your face ashen as you look at him, a sickly sheen on your brow. You sit at the edge of the bed, not looking at him and he notices the distance you’ve placed between the two of you.

Taehyung waits, there’s nothing else he can do.

Eventually, you speak, turning to face him and his heart beats an irregular, demented tattoo against his rib cage, panic overtaking him.

“Taehyung,” you say steadily, silent tears tracking down your face, “I can’t believe I’m asking this, but I need to know and I need you to be honest,” you begin.

He nods, “I will be,” he says, swallowing thickly. He’s desperate to reach for you, to catch your tears with his thumbs and ease your sorrow, yet he can’t, because he’s the cause, not the remedy.

“Taehyung,” you repeat, your voice cracking as your lower lip trembles, “Have you ever drugged me?”

His heart seems to stop. He watches the tears flow down your face, your eyes bright, shining and swimming with pain. He knows what you need from him.

“Yes,” he says honestly.

Your lips and eyes press together as the one simple word washes over you, and you nod slightly, knowing it’s the truth. When you finally open your eyes and look at him, he feels you pulling away from him.

“That night we first met, when I was so strangely drunk…” you ask and he nods in assent, “When else? Any other times?”

“Yes,” he admits, his voice cracking.

“When?” you press, your voice detached, clinical.

“I never did anything -” he explains, but you interrupt.

“Tell me when, Taehyung,” you say.

“When you wouldn’t talk to me when Aera hosted the party here. I was worried about how tense you were…”

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You flee the room, rushing to the bathroom to be sick again as you recall how he brought you food and water that night, insisting that you eat and drink. When you finally emerge from the bathroom, he hasn’t moved from his position on the bed, seemingly frozen.

You know you need to ask about the final piece of the puzzle, you have to know everything, “That time you claimed Jimin drugged you, you did that to yourself didn’t you? You got too drunk with that girl, let her suck you off, regretted it and so, I don’t know, licked a pill or something so you’d show trace amounts, didn’t you?”

Taehyung nods, tears now rolling down his face.

“Fuck,” you say through your own tears, “Why, Tae? Why would you do that? What did you do to me? What did you do to Yideum?”

“I never did anything to either of you!” he insists, “I just wanted to be close to you.”

“Close how?” you insist, a morbid desire to know everything overtaking you.

“Just to lie next to you both, to hold you, nothing gross or weird.”

You note the plural, remembering that you’re his second, “You didn’t do anything else?”

“Not with Yideum, no,” he admits, wanting to be absolutely honest with you now; he has nothing left to lose, after all.

“Tell me,” you don’t trust your voice to hold out beyond the most simple of sentences: terror, hurt and pain rise within you, threatening to overspill.

“That first time, after Minho’s exhibition, I was drunk too. I may have wanked off a bit messily…” he admits, sounding like he’s done something innocuous, like spilling a drink.

Your stomach turns, remembering how you’d been embarrassed to realise he’d taken off your make up, “You came on my face?”

“No, no!” he states, “I got cum on my hands and stroked your face, I didn’t realise…”

You cover your mouth, fearing you’ll be sick again, “When did you last do it?”

“I’ve only done it those times. I’ve never even thought about it since. I was desperate then, and stupid, and I couldn’t work out my feelings for you.”

“How many others have you done this to?”

“Nobody else. Just you and Yideum. You don’t understand how much I wanted you, I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.”

“You didn’t want me,” you groan, “You didn’t even realise you loved me until Jihoon told you!”

“I always wanted you,” he argues, “Always! I’ve told you this, I might not have realised I loved you then, but God, I wanted you, I hadn’t wanted anyone so badly since -” he pauses, cutting himself off.

“Since Yideum?” You prompt, your stomach roiling.

He shakes his head in shame, “Yes, since then. I didn’t realise I loved you. To me you were this wonderful person, this beautiful, kind woman, so warm, so gentle and I needed you in my life. I did everything I could to persuade you and you kept running from me. I was desperate and stupid at that gallery.”

“You did it again though…”

“Only when I thought I’d lose you! You were so stressed, I just wanted to help you rest.”

“Please…” you mumble, your voice shaking and words finally failing you.

“Please what, baby?” he says softly, “What do you need?” He begins to move towards you, but thinks better of it, hesitating and withdrawing.

You swallow, wiping your tears away with the back of your sleeve, “Please leave.”

His heart sinks to his feet, his mind spinning, reaching for solutions in a black void empty of them. It doesn’t take him long to realise there’s nothing he can do.

“Ok,” he agrees gently, “I’ll go. I know it’s not good enough, but I am so sorry baby, but we can get through this, right? We’re going to be ok?”

You can hear the questioning desperation in his voice, but for the first time ever, you’re unmoved. “I don’t know,” you say softly, shrinking from his touch as he tries to reach for you as he passes.

“I love you,” he says hopefully as he reaches the door.

 “I love you too,” you say in little more than a whisper.

“So we’ll be ok?” he pleads, hesitating on the threshold.

You look up at him, your eyes red, your face stained with tears then shake your head slightly before you turn away from him.

Taehyung leaves.

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#taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung x reader #no minors please #taehyung angst #taehyung yandere #bangtanwhq #btswritersclub #dark themes read warnings above the cut

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not a 16 yr old following me and interacting with my work, i—

#FUCK OFF OH MY GODDDDD #i am patient and i am kind but when people PURPOSEFULLY ignore your pinned and rules and warnings above every fic over and over again— #idc if they’re a kid; at 16 YOU KNOW HOW TO READ

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Day 9

Part of Do No Harm. 

Okay, so I did end up splitting the chapter in half. Sometimes my little typing fingers go out of control and the word count spirals. Will try not to keep you waiting too long for the follow up :)

WARNINGS: Blood (lots of it), non-graphic noncon, very minor character death, thoughts of death in general, BBU/BBU-adjacent, medical setting, panic attack

Things at the clinic are going… Surprisingly okay? Sebastian is cautious with his optimism, and he’s hesitant to use any stronger descriptors than that for the time being. But on the better days, despite his better judgment, Sebastian almost wants to call this thing that they have going… good.

Something begins to happen, so naturally and so subtly that Sebastian doesn’t catch onto it until the feeling is settled: he’s getting used to Jaime’s presence. Both in the clinic and, because his job doesn’t allow for much personal time outside of it, his life. After only a week and a half of forbidden lunches and stolen smiles and fragile, private exchanges of honesty, this arrangement he was so scared of implementing in the beginning has become the best part of his day.

The day after Jaime agreed to eat the sandwiches he bought for them, Sebastian got a little more adventurous. He brought something different every day of the week: bagels from his favorite shop, coffee from a drive-thru instead of the break room, and on a particularly cold day in February, two thermoses of hot soup. It quickly became part of his routine the night before work to think about what Jaime might like to eat the next day. Different ways he could surprise him. Make him happy, if just for a moment.

One Tuesday night, Sebastian finds himself elbow-deep in a real life, grown-up, honest-to-god grocery haul for the first time in… well, a while. Fruits and vegetables and actual ingredients crowd his countertops instead of frozen foods and ready-made meals from the refrigerated section of the store. All because of a sudden impulse that struck earlier in the day to cook something for Jaime instead of picking it up. 

Because that is apparently something he does now. He’s not sure what has happened to him. But as he turns to put the peppers away, he catches a flash of his reflection in the microwave door and finds a smile twisted along the bottom of his expression.

It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, letting himself get involved. Attached. It’s all well intended, and it’s—god, of course it’s entirely platonic, but that’s not the issue. With every inch he gains toward Jaime, the impermanence of their arrangement hovers closer, sinking in around them. The knowledge that this can’t go on forever looms heavy, both a threat and a promise.

Sebastian tries not to think too hard about the inevitable, whenever he can avoid it. Which isn’t all that often, to be honest. Smith’s warning is a constant echo in the back of his mind; that “boys like him” don’t go long between contracts, and it’s only a matter of time before he’s contracted out again, and he will disappear from the clinic overnight, and Sebastian will lose any opportunity he has to protect him from harm.

He dreads the day, days or weeks or months from now, when Jaime shows up in his exam room again for another round of invasive testing. Fresh off a contract, subdued and pliant and broken all over again. Flinching under Sebastian’s touch. Keeping his eyes to the ground. Calling him sir. Seeing that fear in Jaime’s eyes will hurt so much more after he has known what it looks like when he smiles.

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Day 9

Jaime knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he trips on the treadmill during his morning training. It’s only a stumble; he catches himself on the arms of the machine before he can fall, but the momentary lapse in motion is enough to dip his speed below the calculated average, triggering a shock. The device on his throat gives a warning beep before his whole body lights up. And this time he does fall.

The shocks they get during exercise are not usually strong enough to incapacitate. Just sharp, quick jolts to keep them on speed. A threat of worse pain to come if they don’t. But Jaime is a good runner, and he almost never dips below his expected speed threshold, so it catches him off guard.

“On your feet,” a handler’s voice calls from the far end of the room. He scrambles to comply, pulling himself upright and forcing his legs back into a jog. The boy on the machine across from him—a newcomer who has spent the last three nights crying himself to sleep on the bunk below Jaime’s—dutifully avoids his eyes. His muscles are still twitchy and tense despite his best efforts, and the impairment to his range of motion earns him two more shocks before his timer runs out.

It doesn’t get better from there.

As soon as the water shuts off in the showers, plunging the room into damp silence, the boys begin to file out. When Jaime reaches the exit, a hand reaches out, wrapping around his elbow. He jerks to a stop, looking up into the eyes of a handler. It’s the same one who had yelled at him to get up when he fell on the treadmill, he thinks. He’s seen him around, but he doesn’t know his name. It doesn’t matter. He recognizes the look in his eyes, which tells him everything he needs to know about how this is going to go.

The others shuffle past quickly, heads down, pretending not to see the exchange. Pretending not to know. He waits until the room is empty, nodding once to the junior handler who had overseen their morning regimen alongside him. Jaime thinks he might see a twinge of uncertainty in the younger man’s eyes before he cuts them away, turning to leave. Regret maybe, or apology. But Jaime’s thoughts run dry, much like his mouth, when he is pressed against the wall.

It’s nothing new, what happens. It’s quick and it’s dirty, but at least he pulls the lever above the shower head when he’s done, letting Jaime rinse off before he gets dressed.

And then it’s over. The man moves on with his day like it was nothing because to him, it was. He fastens the zipper on his coveralls, runs his fingers through his hair, and escorts Jaime to the cafeteria for breakfast, his hand a heavy weight on his shoulder the whole way.

And Jaime… Well, it’s been a little while. A couple of weeks, at least, since he’s been forced to endure this specific kind of abuse. And it shakes him. Much like the unexpected jolt during his run, it catches him off guard, and maybe that’s his fault for letting it down. Try as he might to tamp down the unraveling feeling inside of him, he is unsteady when he finally reaches the clinic to start his shift.

Dr. Tate is in his office, like always, waiting with a plain, black coffee in hand and a smile. “Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning,” Jaime says. He settles into his seat like normal, not realizing he’s showing his cards until he catches Dr. Tate’s eyes lingering on him. “Are you okay?” He asks with a softness that threatens to break Jaime apart.

He tries for a smile, fails, then settles for another nod. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks after a moment. “You just seem… I don’t know. Somewhere else today.”

“I’m sorry.” He looks up just long enough to see a twitch in the doctor’s mouth that he tries hard not to interpret as disappointment.

“No need,” he says finally. “I just wanted you to know you can talk to me. If you want to. I’ll um… I’ll leave you to it, okay?” He pauses in the doorway before he leaves, turning back to him. “I brought lunch from home again today,” he says with a small, co-conspiratorial smile. “I’m not much of a cook, but there’s enough for two if you want in.”

Jaime, one last time, tries for a smile in return. Maybe, he thinks, his nerves will have settled enough by lunchtime to act like a functioning human again.

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Dr. Tate does not, in fact, make it for lunch.

A nurse who introduces herself as Aria is the one who knocks on the office door an hour past his usual lunch time. “Tate is stuck in an emergency operation,” she tells him. “He asked me to bring you this.”

She sets a plastic container on the desk in front of him. Steam rises from the top, like it’s been freshly reheated. Inside is… well, he’s not entirely sure what he’s looking at. But there’s chicken and mushrooms and a bunch of vegetables involved, and the smell of garlic makes his mouth water.

“He made it himself.” There is the slight twist of a smirk at the corner of Aria’s mouth when she speaks again. “Told me to tell you that you should feel free to throw it away and get something from the cafeteria if it’s—his words not mine—hot garbage.”

Jaime blinks down at the meal in front of him, trying to process that. All of it. “Thank you,” he says, feeling the first curl of warmth all day.

Lunch comes and goes in as much of a haze as the rest of his day. He eats the lunch that Dr. Tate prepared for him, not allowing himself to think too much about what that makes him feel, then goes back into the tedious pattern of digital filing.

Beyond the crack in the office door, there is a buzz of tense energy in the clinic. Nurses hurry past every couple of minutes, carrying supplies and making frenzied orders for more gauze, more sponges. Jaime tries to shut it out. His well trained instincts make it hard to ignore any amount of tension in the room, whether it’s directed at him or not. But whatever is happening now is none of his business, and he barely has enough mental energy today to focus on his own task at hand.

A sharp splinter of frustration digs into the outer shell of protective numbness. He doesn’t understand why this is getting to him the way it is today. It’s not as if this treatment is anything new for him. It happened far more often under Mr. Torley’s contract than he cares to think about, and it certainly isn’t the first time a handler has done it.

He tries to lose himself in the mindless motion of his work, avoiding his stress where he can’t alleviate it. And it almost works. It’s the slamming of a door from the other side of the clinic and a loud, reverberating shout of anger that startles Jaime to the surface.

“Goddammit!” It takes a few seconds for him to recognize the voice as Dr. Tate’s. He’s never heard it in anger before. Certainly not like this. Jaime grips down on the mouse beneath his palm, sweat prickling at his temples. He can suddenly feel his heartbeat in his fingertips.

He tries to look focused and busy for when Dr. Tate comes in, unbothered by the anger that has his pulse beating wildly against the interior of his collar.

But he doesn’t come. In a flash of movement and color through the crack of the door, Jaime sees him stalk past the office. Dark crimson stains the front of his surgical gown. Another voice Jaime recognizes, not so much angry as vaguely annoyed, follows down the hall.

“Somebody get a domestic crew in here to clean this up.” Dr. Greer, the older man who runs the clinic, pauses outside the office door, checking something on his phone. Jaime can’t help but stare in a moment of horror at the blood covering him, too. Whatever had happened… Jaime decides immediately he doesn’t want to know the specifics.

Before he can force his eyes away, Jaime is caught staring. As if he could feel his eyes on him through the crack in the door, Dr. Greer locks onto him and steps forward, pushing the door open. “Never mind,” he calls over his shoulder. “We have one.”

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Jaime recognizes where he is being taken almost immediately, and it requires every inch of his willpower not to resist.

It’s been months since Jaime has seen the inside of the operating room at the back of the clinic. In person, anyway. It has hosted no shortage of nightmares in the time since. None quite as vivid as the reality. The last time he was here was one of the worst days of his life. When Dr. Greer ushers him through the sliding glass door, he knows it’s going to be another bad one.

Because the body is still on the table.

Jaime’s legs turn to stone under him, stuttering to a halt in the doorway. He catches a glimpse of an unfamiliar face just before a zipper closes over it, sealing the woman into a tarp-like enclosure. A fucking body bag.

He stands there, frozen by the shock of it, until Dr. Greer nudges him forward. “Come on,” he says.

Jaime pulls in a gasp of a breath and nearly chokes on the scent of blood. It’s everywhere. On the table, on the floor. Stained instruments and soaked-through gauze discarded across the scene, bright red shoe prints smeared on the tile.

“Cleaning supplies are in the closet,” Greer tells him. If he notices Jaime’s distress, he does nothing to acknowledge it, ripping the bloodied surgical gown off his front and tossing it at Jaime’s feet. “If you need more towels, ask a nurse to page another domestic. I don’t want to see a spot of this shit tomorrow morning, got it?”

It takes a moment for Jaime to find his voice, but somewhere, distantly, he hears himself utter a weak “yes sir.” Then he’s gone.

Jaime’s eyes remain fixed on the empty spot on the table long after the team of nurses cart the woman’s body out of the room, leaving him alone. Behind every blink, he sees the flash of her face projected onto the inside of his eyelids—just a sloped nose, a sharp cheekbone, one closed eye—intercut with the image of his own.

He can see it so clearly. His own pale skin and blond curls disappearing behind a black tarp, a zipper. Carried from the room, lifeless. Because that is where this ends, isn’t it? Eventually? Inevitably? Whether it’s someone here in the facility or someone beyond these walls that hold his contract, or some bigger government facility he’ll be shipped off to for labor when he’s old enough and worn enough and broken enough that patrons don’t want to fuck him anymore.

Stop. Jaime, stop.

The aberrant thoughts bring with them the swift, sharp memory of Handler Smith knuckles across his cheek, the shock from a clip that’s not currently pressed to his throat but he can feel it anyway. Jaime bites down on the inside of his lip until it’s not just the smell of blood that overwhelms his senses, it’s the taste too.

Using the pain as an anchor, Jaime tries to adhere to the order he has been given: clean up the mess. He can do that. Your life gets easier when you follow directions, sweetheart, he hears, but he’s not even sure whose voice it is in his head anymore. He just wants… he needs something to be easy right now. So he tries. He gathers the supplies from the closet as instructed—a mop and some bleach and a couple of towels—and hardens his resolve to detach from the twisted reality of what exactly he’s cleaning.

It doesn’t work.

Being in the room is torture on his mind. It would have been torture under any circumstances, but today… He can feel the sweat trickling down his back, the tremor in his hands with every movement.

It’s a panic attack, he tells himself. He knows it is. But none of his logic or the self-soothing tricks he has taught himself over the years can bring him back. Not when he still sees the face of a corpse and a body bag like a mirror every time he closes his eyes. Not when the air in the room smells like blood and death, and every time he looks at the big, silver table in the middle of the room, he sees himself strapped to it and screaming and choking on his own vomit and—

By the time he realizes his breathing has escalated beyond the threshold of his control, he’s too far gone to do anything about it. One moment he is white-knuckling the wooden handle of the mop, scraping it across the floor in long, angry strides, and the next he is using it as support, trying desperately to stay on his feet as he gasps for air.

His knees hit the ground before he feels himself buckling.

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[bonkers-4-hatter]

Tetsurou Kuroo X Reader - Vanished

TW: Mentions of a chainsaw being used as a prop.

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“C’mon babe, they say the corn maze is supposed to be scary.” Kuroo gripped your soft sides, squeezing the supple skin causing you to slightly jump at the sensation as he just laughed at your reaction. Giving him a little shove you just rolled your eyes at his usual antics. 

“Aww don’t be that way baby, I’ll protect you.” To make up for his actions, he gave your chubby cheek a chaste kiss. “Okay, let’s go, it sounds fun.” Fist pumping his hand, Kurro grabbed your hand and led you to the line for the corn maze. You guys were on a date and since it was nearing Halloween, he wanted to take you out on a “spooky date” his words, not yours and lucky for him, the local pumpkin patch was open and this year they had their after hours corn maze that had actors that would chase, grab and just terrorize you.

You knew Kuroo enjoys spooky things, you do too, but actors chasing and grabbing you did make you hesitant a bit, but you knew it was all in fun and by the excited look on your boyfriend's face, you didn’t want to say no.

“Alright you two, have fun!” Thanking the lady, you both started walking down the tall rows of corn, the distant sounds of screams, laughter and chainsaws made you grip onto Kuroo’s hand more and scoot closer to him as you both made your way down.

Feeling him squeeze your hand, he smirked over at you. “We’re not even at the scary part yet (Y/N), but like I said, your brave and tough knight in shining armor’s here to protect you.” Sending you a wink you scoffed as you both turned the corner to a smaller, shorter and more intimidating row of corn.

So far, so good, there were no actors, nothing scary either. Turning another corner, that thought was kicked to the curb as something ran across the corn field. Both of you stopped in your tracks. “You saw that…right?” Kuroo’s hand slid around your plump waist and pulled you to him as you both cautiously continued down the path, the same path that thing just ran across. 

The more you both continued through the corn maze, the more the actors would scurry across the paths, limbs would pop out in front of you both brushing against you which would make you jump into Kurro and sometimes they’d grab at him and he’d knock into you. 

Needless to say, you both were a bit shaken up at this point and you haven’t even got to the chainsaw yet, something that you’ve been hearing ever since you entered the maze. Without warning once you both turned the corner the abrupt start of the chainsaw cut through the silence as it whirled to life and the actor jumped right in front of you and Kuroo.

Before you could comprehend anything, you felt Kurro run past you and the actor wielding the chainsaw leaving you alone and in front of the thing that you were afraid of most in this maze. As you heard Kuroo’s rushing footsteps getting further away, you weren’t really sure what to do as you stood there frozen in fear. To your surprise, the actor powered down his prop and looked behind him as your boyfriend turned the corner. “Did…did he just leave you?”

Snapping yourself out of the fog you were in, you slowly nodded. “That’s messed up, here,” the actor moved to the side, essentially clearing a path for you to go past them. “The exit is up ahead where he ran to, have a good night and Happy Halloween.” Smiling at them, you made your way past him and took your time as you made your way toward the exit where Kuroo would most likely be. 

You weren’t sure how to be feeling right now. On one hand you should be pissed that he left you like that, but honestly on the other hand it was pretty hilarious to see him so freaked out that he had a straight up Scooby Doo moment and ran right out of there. 

Finally exiting the maze you were engulfed in a tight hug, making you stumble back a bit at the force. Kisses were being peppered all around your face too, now this was something you could get behind for sure. “Not sure if that was protecting me Kuroo.” You wanted to give him some shit for what he did to just mess with him. 

“I’m so sorry baby, I’ll never leave you again, I promise.” You just laughed at how sorry he sounded. “It’s okay Kuroo, you got scared I understand, how about you buy me another candy apple and I’ll forget this ever happened.” 

Kuroo pulled away and cupped your cheeks. “I’ll buy you all of the candy apples in the world (Y/N).” Before you could poke more fun at him, he kissed you before leading the way to the candy apple stand to buy your forgiveness.

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[chamerionwrites]

This may be mildly controversial and it's not meant as a commentary on the show itself, but the use of content warnings in the Kenobi TV series kind of exemplifies my deeply mixed feelings about content warnings in practice as opposed to content warnings in theory (and not only in Disney products, which lbr are unlikely to do that sort of thing thoughtfully).

Because I'm even willing to give the benefit of the doubt and assume that the intent behind some viewers may find certain scenes upsetting is well-meaning. But the actual implementation strikes me as thoughtless, arbitrary, and frankly more than a little bit meaningless. It's not specific enough to actually forewarn the people who might need it. And it's so laser-focused on episodes containing one particular type of upsetting content (namely violence against children) that it raises the question of why those episodes deserve a warning and the others (many of which contain content that is also very potentially upsetting!) do not.

At the end of the day it basically manages to imply that certain people's trauma is more worthy of sensitivity and compassion than others, without actually even providing those people with the tools they might need to protect themselves. Maybe without meaning to! Maybe with good intentions! But to me it reeks of preemptive ass-covering against accusations of being too "dark," as opposed to even a millisecond's worth of thought about what might actually be helpful to real live human beings teaching themselves how to live with trauma. Which - personally - seems worse to me than no content warnings at all.

#i hate the phrase virtue signaling but that's really what it feels like #'violence against children is BAD' wow glad you told us we might not have realized otherwise #like i am genuinely not opposed to the concept of warnings but ''tw: some bad/sad shit goes down'' is helpful to a v specific demographic #and that demographic is mostly 'people who don't want to watch/read anything above a pg rating' #not 'people attempting to avoid and/or prepare themselves for specific triggers that might poke their specific traumas' #it just feels lazy at best and cynical at worst #like you're seriously going to tell me that ep 1 (children in peril; no actual death or injury to said children pictured) #is more worthy of a warning than ep 3 (graphic and indiscriminate onscreen murder of civilians in wartime. also torture)? #come on man. i'm not saying the former isn't also disturbing but it's just highly telling about people's priorities #and perspectives #star wars #kenobi #my posts #on warnings

[blackypanther9]

Stuck - William Afton x Male!Reader

WARNING!: Gay, Anal sex, Creampie, petnames, rough seggs AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Well this day couldn’t get any worse for William… He was stuck in the wall in the Parts and Service room. A pipe once broke and broke the wall. Henry asked him to board it up until some people will come and actually repair it. So here William was.

He couldn’t get out of that stupid hole though. William was so frustrated and desperate to get out that he never heard the door open, close and being locked. What William didn’t know was that his boyfriend, M/n, came over because William forgot to take his lunch box to work.

As soon as he saw him like this, he was horny and decided to be naughty with his little baby. Wouldn’t be the first time today and oh dear how much M/n loved his little bunny’s moans this morning~

He walked over and touched his boyfriend’s ass, which made William freeze up.

“W-who is there ?!”, he yelled.

M/n didn’t answer.

“Stop touching me, I am taken !”

M/n smirked and rubbed William’s ass, which made him struggle around and scream for help, but no one heard him, thanks to the loud screams of children in the Party and Stage room.

He pulled his own and William’s pants and underwear down and then slapped his ass harshly, making William yelp and shut up.

“Whoever you are, leave me alone !”, William yelled.

M/n chuckled quietly and slapped William’s ass again. The man whimpered, but shut up.

M/n lubed his fingers up and then shoved them into William’s stretched hole from the Morning before he went to work. William was sobbing.

Just what would his boyfriend, M/n think, if he finds this out ?

“My, my~ You are still stretched open wide from our earlier fun~”, M/n finally said.

“M-M/N ?!”

“Hello, Love~ You forgot your lunch box again, so me, being the good boyfriend that I am, wanted to bring it to you and Henry told me you would be here. That lovely sight of you stuck in there just made me horny, sorry Darling~”

William blushed a deep shade of red, but now he actually felt aroused. He relaxed around the fingers and even spread his legs further apart, moaning slightly.

“Not a word to Henry, okay… ?Ah~”, William asked shyly.

“No worries, Love. I am not going to say anything as long as you don’t~”

“I-I won-AH~!”

M/n hit William’s prostate with his fingers and William lost his words he wanted to say. The pleasure was just too good to force himself back to reality.

“Shush now, my bunny~ Let me take care of you~”

“Mmnn~ P-please do~”

M/n smirked and pulled his fingers out, making William whimper at the loss. He lubed up his cock and then lined it up with his bunny’s entrance. Before William could feel good though, M/n stopped.

“Beg for it, bunny~”

William whimpered.

“P-please fuck me, Master… Please shove your cock all the way inside of me and fuck every sense out of me… Please fill me up…”

M/n growled softly. Such a good bunny, begging so well.

M/n grabbed William’s hips with an iron grip and then shoved himself into him with one powerful thrust.

“AH~!”

M/n didn’t give William time to adjust, not that his bunny would want that anyways, and instantly started to move in and out of his bunny’s hole.

“MMnnn~! Master, please~! AH~!”

“Please what, bunny~?”, M/n purred.

“P-please go rough on me today~! I need it~!”

Who was M/n to deny his bunny’s wishes ?

He went faster inside William and fucked him deeper and more harshly, which made his bunny moan louder than this morning. M/n smirked and continued with his harsh, powerful thrusts, skin slapping against skin loudly in the room with loud moans from William and pants from M/n.

“YES~! AH~! JUST LIKE THAT~! PLEASE DON’T STOP~!”

“Never, bunny~ Still need to get you nicely filled up with my cum and make you have my babies after all~”

William let out a loud, whorish moan at that and bucked his hips further back against M/n so he can get deeper and hit his prostate more harshly, which M/n gladly did.

He hit his bunny’s prostate with powerful thrusts and made William scream in pleasure. He was quickly getting close to cuming.

“Master~! I-I’M CLOSE~!”

“Cum for me bunny~”, M/n said and stroked William’s cock.

William felt very over stimulated and he was screaming as he came rope after rope on the floor. He was panting, trying to catch his breath.

M/n didn’t stop though. He was close too and wanted to get as deep as possible when he will cum inside his bunny.

Soon William got out of his clouded state and he moaned loudly.

“Too much~! Please-AH~! Please stop~! No more~!”, William begged.

“I’m not done bunny~ Let Master cum too, yeah~ ? Then you can rest~”

William whimpered.

“O-okay…”

M/n didn’t take too long, just a few more thrusts and he felt himself cuming. He pulled William’s hips as far back to himself as he could and pressed himself all the way inside his bunny, making him moan loudly again and sob in pleasure, while M/n moaned loudly and released deep inside his bunny’s cunt.

The feeling of M/n filling him up with his hot sperm so deep inside, made William cum a second time and he started to cry fully on. Not because he was hurt, but because he knew now is the end of it and he actually wanted so much more at the moment. He wanted M/n to mess him up in the head and fill him to the brim with his cum.

After a few minutes M/n pulled out of him and then sat down on the table that was in the room, to catch his breath. As soon as he was done he looked at his boyfriend and growled possessively at the sight in front of him.

William’s ass was leaking with M/n’s cum and he didn’t like it at all. He likes it when his bunny is filled and it stays where it belongs, which was inside his bunny’s hole.

He got up and wiped away the cum that was leaking out. William waited in anticipation, but was soon disappointed.

M/n helped William to put his pants and boxers back on, did the same to himself and then he helped William out of the wall.

“Why didn’t you continue ?”, William pouted.

“If you hurry with your work today, I will fill you and fuck you until tomorrow~ Right now you have work to do and Henry is probably already getting suspicious. I also have to cook lunch soon for the kids, Mike and Evan.”

William pouted, but was determined to finish his work as fast as possible now.

With that M/n left a horny William in the Parts and Service and left the building, returning back home and preparing lunch for the two kids that soon will be home. He had to collect Evan from Kindergarten and Michael from school in an hour.

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[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe

Part 9 – The Vault

As they were outside, Ghastly and Skulduggery had their disguises back on and stared at something. M/n looked around quickly, but in a way, no one noticed, while his Sister started to panic. Then he saw the man and he pointed at him for Stephanie.

The man came to them, like he had all the time in the world. Stephanie came closer to her Brother’s side, who, was very close to Skulduggery. He looked at his Sister and gave her a calming smile. She didn’t return it.

“Mr. Pleasant, Mr. Bespoke..”, greeted the man as he reached them.

“Mr. Bliss”, they greeted back.

Stephanie inspected the man. He radiated out power. His pale blue eyes looked at her and M/n seemed to stiffen up slightly. Then his eyes went to M/n.

“And you two must be the siblings, which all the people are suddenly interested in.”

Stephanie couldn’t make a sound. She didn’t know, what she should have said, but she knew, her voice would have sounded high and thin, if she would have tried to speak. This Mr. Bliss had something on him, that awakened in her the wish, to get very small and cry.

M/n felt her unease and stepped in between her and Bliss, shielding her from him.

“Hey, whatever you are doing, stop it, yeah ? My Sister is at unease and that is not funny. If you use some stupid spell like this China, then stop it.”, M/n growled out slightly.

Mr. Bliss chuckled and looked at him.

“It don’t work on me, Sir.”, M/n deadpanned.

“Interesting...”

“I haven’t seen you in a while. I’ve heard, you have withdrawn from business.”, Skulduggery said, distracting all three of them.

M/n hated Mr. Bliss’ eyes. They seemed as empty as a void. No emotion left in them. He looked at Skulduggery.

“The Elders asked me to come back. We live in a time, full of restlessness.”

“Really ?”, Ghastly asked.

“The two men, that were watching Serpine, were reported missing two days ago. He is up to something, that the Elders aren’t supposed to know of.”

Skulduggery thought about that.

“Why didn’t Meritorius tell me anything ?”

“The truce is a card house, Mr. Pleasant. One little disruption, and everything falls into itself. And you are well known to make disruptions. The Elders hoped, that my interference would be enough of a scare, but I fear, they underestimated Serpine’s determination. They refuse to believe, that someone else could benefit from another war. And of course,, do they still believe, the Sceptre of Ancients, as a Fairytale.”

M/n looked at Bliss in confusion and wonder.

“So, you think the Scepter is real too ?”, he asked.

He looked at M/n.

“Oh, I know that it exists. If it can do all the things, that were told in the Legends, I don’t know, but as an object does the Sceptre very well exist. It was discovered in the youngest past, by archaeological excavations. As much as I know, did Gordon Edgley pay a high amount of cash, to get it into his possession, because it was a part of his researches for a book about the Faceless Ones. I think, he was determined to prove its sincerity, and after he succeeded, did he realize, that he can’t keep it, nor give it away. Gordon Edgley was with all his mistakes a good man, and if he had to assume, that the Sceptre had the destructible abilities, from which we’ve heard of, he surely had the feeling, that no one should own it, because it was too powerful.”

Stephanie found her voice now.

“Do you know, what he did with it ?”, she asked.

“No.”

“But you believe that Serpine is ready, to risk another war ?”, Skulduggery asked.

Mr. Bliss nodded.

“I think, in his eyes the truce did serve its purpose, yes. I can only imagine, that he waited for this moment for a while now, to seize the power, to uncover all secrets and get the Faceless Ones back here.”

“YOU believe in the Faceless Ones ?”, Stephanie asked.

“Oh yes. I grew up with that knowledge and I kept my belief in them since. Some of us just abandon the Stories, which are told about the Faceless Ones, others see them as educating fables and again others see them as bedtime stories for children. But I believe in them. I believe, that we were ruled by other entities once, which were so unbelievably evil, that even their shadows fled from them. And I believe, that they waited very long for their return, so they can punish our infraction.”

Skulduggery crooked his head.

“The Elders would listen to you.”

“You have to play by their rules. I found out, what I could, and gave all my knowledge to the only person, that knows, what to do with it. Everything else is up to you.”, Bliss replied.

“With you on our side, everything would be way easier.”, said Ghastly.

A small smile ran over Bliss’ face.

“When I have to step in, I will.”, he replied.

Without a ‘Good day’ he turned around and left. They stayed rooted there for a while until Stephanie spoke.

“He somehow was scary.”

“That’s what happens, when you barely smile. Mr. Bliss is, purely physically speaking, the strongest man on this planet. His strength tops everything.”

“So he is actually really scary ?”, she asked.

“Oh yes, very.”, Skulduggery confirmed.

They went to their cars.

“What do you think ?”, she asked Ghastly and Skulduggery as they arrived at the cars.

Skulduggery shrugged his shoulders, while Ghastly looked in deep thought.

“A lot of smart things.”, the Skeleton answered.

“Do you also think, the Sceptre is real ?”

“It seems so.”, Skulduggery said.

“If Mr. Bliss said it exists and that it was recently found too, then I do believe him. Bliss wouldn’t lie about that.”, Ghastly replied.

“So we have to get going and take a look at your collectibles now, right ?”, M/n asked.

Ghastly nodded.

“Why ?”, Stephanie asked her Brother.

M/n turned to her.

“Get your phone out and call me. We will drive to wherever Ghastly’s collectibles are and I will explain.”

She nodded and they got in. Then his Sister called him and he accepted, then turned on the speaker.

“Turn on the speaker.”

“Already done.”

“Okay, Skul, you drive first, so I just have to follow. Now listen, Sister. As this Bliss guy said, the Elders deny that there is anything wrong. They are too scared to do anything from assumptions and accusations only. They want evidence. We know now that Uncle G had the Sceptre last and that was most definitely the reason he was murdered. We need proof that it exists, so we need to find it and get our hands on it first, for that we need to find the key, which we still don’t know its location of. Last, but not least, we have to destroy it. We have to make the Sceptre nonexistent, and for that to happen, we need to go to Ghastly’s family’s collectibles, look through everything and try and find answers. There must be something that can tell us how to destroy it.”, M/n explained while they drove on the road.

“Okay...why do I have a feeling you are keeping something from me ?”, she asked suspiciously.

“Because I am thinking. Bliss said that two spies, which were on Serpine’s ass, went missing two days ago, just like that. I think I have to pay a visit to my workplace and ask my Boss about recently found corpses. I want to find out, if they accidently came into our hands. I will also have to re – inspect Uncle G’s body. I want to make sure that he was murdered and if yes, what I have to look for and if I can draw the same murderer to all three corpses, if the spies are there. That counts as evidence too, doesn’t it ? But I will need other people as my Team. I can’t work with my old Team on that. If they see anything suspicious, they will report it and I can’t make up so many lies that I will lose sight of my own truths.”

“But wasn’t Uncle embalmed ? That means everything is out, right ? Blood and everything.”, his Sister asked.

“Sis, I forbid them to do that, for this exact reason. The blood and everything is still there, which also means I will have to work with the stench the body will emit, but I have no other choice and it wouldn’t be my first time dealing with that either. Trust me, I know what I am doing.”

“God, Uncle hopefully won’t haunt you as a ghost.”

M/n sighed heavily.

“Like I said, if he decides to curse me, for disturbing him, so be it. I HAVE to figure this out.”

“Do you really think you have to do that, Corrupted ?”, Skulduggery asked.

“Yes, I do. We need all the evidence we can get, to wake those old people up from slumber land, so let me do, what I can. I didn’t study Autopsy for nothing.”

“Very well then.”, Skulduggery gave in.

Then there was a short moment of silence.

“How many people do you need ?”, Skulduggery asked M/n.

“At least three. Why ?”, M/n asked.

“I have someone in mind...”

“Who ?”

“Kenspeckle Grouse. He is a doctor and very smart. He might be able to help you. I would like to join too.”, Skulduggery answered.

“Maybe I should join too then.”, Ghastly mixed in.

“If you all go there, then I will too.”, Stephanie said.

“Sister, you won’t come along. You are twelve years old, for fucks sake. You don’t want to see cut open bodies and how I take out organs and run tests on everything. God, Mom would KILL me if she finds out that I let you even WATCH a series about such things ! You would get nightmares. Forget it.”

“I want to come along, if you won’t let me, I will tell Mom your actual job !”, Stephanie threatened.

M/n froze at that and glared at the road.

“IF you come along, you WILL listen to me, understand ? You disobey me and I will ground you for a long while. You got that ?”, he said darkly.

“Yep !”, she chirped.

“Good.”

“But how are Skulduggery and Ghastly going to hide their faces ?”, she asked.

“Let that be my worry. I have an idea.”, M/n replied with a smile.

Then he hung up and they continued to drive.

“What have you planned ?”, Ghastly asked.

M/n smiled.

“I never tested them on Mages before, so don’t expect it to work without flaws. Maybe I need to adjust a few things, but...I made something that project illusions over your body. The device is small and has a good battery. It can stay alive for over 12 hours, before you have to charge it again. I am unsure of what to call them yet. Maybe ‘cover up devices’ or something. You’ll love them, if they work.”

“Alright...but they won’t explode, right ?”

“They won’t.”, M/n replied, laughing.

“Then I am willing to try them out.”

“Good. Oh ! And please don’t tell my Sister that I am tinkering on stuff like this. It is bad enough that she knows that I am a Coroner. She doesn’t need to know that I am crafting stuff too...”, M/n muttered.

“Because she will blackmail you ?”

“Yep, one of the many things. The other would be her constantly asking me, to make her something she can gloat about... No thank you. As much as I love her, she can’t always expect ME to do everything.”

“Tough love, eh ?”, Ghastly asked with a chuckle.

M/n chuckled too.

“Very tough love.”, he confirmed jokingly.

“What else can you do ? You studied Autopsy, what else ?”, Ghastly asked.

“You will keep it a secret from everyone ?”, M/n asked back.

“Sure will. Now spill the tea.”

M/n chuckled.

“Officially I had three scholarships. One was Autopsy, the other was Mechanic and the last one was Robotics. I wanted to test myself, I suppose. I did all three of them at once and Uncle Gordon supported me. He was the ONLY one who knew. He arranged everything and all my scholarships were scheduled in one day. After I came home late at evening, I studied all three things at once, let Gordon test me and then I got, if I was lucky, at least two hours of sleep. I never really felt stressed or tired, even though I should have. At weekends I studied hard and slept longer, catching up on my sleep, but still, it should have been terrible, yet, it was entirely relaxing to me.”

Ghastly looked at M/n in awe.

“Wow, respect, Corrupted.”, Ghastly complimented.

M/n chuckled.

“What else did you do ? You said these three were ‘Official’. Was there anything that was unofficial ?”

“I mean, my driving license was. I learned sewing a bit too. I learned first aid and how to help in absolute emergencies, like, someone is bleeding out, I know how to slow it down properly. I studied a bit of medicine, I studied chemicals and liquids. I studied a lot in books, used rarely the Internet, and put my knowledge to tests. All of this, Gordon was aware of. He got me the books, he explained things I didn’t fully understand and he helped in a few things. Heck, he even taught me how to fight, stuffed me into boxing classes and another fighting sport, so I can defend myself. I guess, I learned a little bit of everything at this point. Even how to cook and clean properly.”, M/n explained, shrugging his shoulders.

To him it was no big deal, it never stressed him out. He could be put under immense pressure and he wouldn’t feel stressed. Ghastly though, was in utter shock and concern.

“Don’t you think, your Family made you do too much ?”, the tailor asked.

“Not really. Why ?”

“Well, most kids, like you, enjoy their free time a lot and don’t cope well under pressure and tasks all day.”

“Ghastly, I grew up way faster than other kids. And while it is true, that I rarely had free time, I was always asked if I was okay with everything they wanted me to do. I could have denied any time, but refused to. It’s not like they forced me. I always want to put myself under immense pressure, learn more and more interesting things and I want to find out where my limit is. Until now, I haven’t found it.”

Ghastly looked at M/n in worry, but didn’t want to poke around any further. He knew Gordon Edgley and he knew that he would never have put a child under immense pressure, if the child wouldn’t have asked for it.

Soon enough they arrived and M/n parked his car next to Skulduggery’s. They got out and M/n raised an eyebrow.

“It is hidden in the Museum ?”

“Yes, it is.”, Ghastly replied.

“How clever.”, M/n said dryly.

The two men chuckled, while the siblings were not that amused. Then Ghastly led them inside, with Skulduggery. They paid for it and then Ghastly led them away to a certain door. It was opened by Skulduggery and Ghastly entered first, then M/n and Stephanie.

Ghastly let a flame appear in his hand and together they all went down the stairs. Stephanie started to shiver, which M/n noticed. He put his left hand on her back and rubbed it. She looked at him and smiled a thankful smile.

Soon they entered a hallway, with heavy doors on both sides and they continued to walk, until they reached a door with a shield and a bear on it. Ghastly stood there and searched around in his pockets, after he found, what he was looking for, he fumbled around on the door. Soon it made a soft click and the door opened.

“Come on in.”, Ghastly said.

The three of them entered and Ghastly entered lastly. Skulduggery clicked his fingers and suddenly candles were burning on the walls in the chamber.

“Does all of this have something to do with the Sceptre ?”, Stephanie asked.

M/n looked around with wide eyes of awe. The chamber was filled with high stapled, heavy, thick books, artifacts, statues, paintings and wood carvings. He even spotted an armor of a knight on one of the walls, it was leaning on it.

“It all has something to do with the Ancients.”, Skulduggery told Stephanie.

Ghastly only nodded.

“That’s why there has to be something about the Sceptre too. That the chamber was so full, I didn’t expect though.”, Skulduggery added.

M/n snorted, while Ghastly gave Skulduggery a triumphant smirk.

“I had a very studious Family.”, Ghastly said jokingly.

“Won’t anyone hear us down here ?”, Stephanie asked worried.

“No one will. These Chambers are sealed. The sound seal is one of them. The other one is a very complex lock.”, Ghastly answered her.

“In other words, you could even scream bloody murder and no one would hear us.”, M/n deadpanned to his Sister.

“Oh, I knew that !”, she yelled at her Brother.

“You didn’t. You were confused as fuck, what a sound seal was. Even I could see it. And it’s fine, not many know what that is, I mean-”, he got interrupted.

“Well, sorry that I am not as fucking smart as you, asshole !”, she yelled slightly angry.

M/n looked taken aback at that. Ghastly and Skulduggery looked at them and Ghastly seemed worried. M/n’s shock and hurt only flashed for a second in his eyes, then he seemed cold and unbothered again, yet all three of them saw the short show of emotion. Stephanie covered her mouth in shock and regret.

“M...M/n, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t, right ?”, she asked softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

He jerked it away and took a few steps away from her. He looked at the floor.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”, he muttered and pulled his hood up.

He hid his face under it and then turned away from her.

“It’s not ! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I know you just want me to understand things properly. You just wanted to help.”

“I said it’s fine ! Leave me alone !”, he said violently.

She shut up and took a step back from him. She hurt him badly with her insult. She never snapped at him before, she knew how sensitive he was to insults from Family. God, Stephanie wished she could wash her mouth out with soap right now.

“Let’s start looking around. The faster we are done, the faster we can get back to my home, figure out if the corpses are there, inspect them and then I can mind my own business.”, M/n said with a very soured mood.

Ghastly was worried for him. That was a low blow from his Sister and it hit him right in the heart.

M/n was silent the whole time, they have been down there. They discussed a painting and solved a little puzzle box, in which M/n was very interested in, but as soon as he saw his Sister looking, he looked away and ignored them. In the Puzzle box was an echo stone. Skulduggery activated it and there appeared an older man, they asked him questions, while he also talked a lot about other things.

He answered them their questions. Who made the Sceptre, who made the Crystal in it, if the Sceptre can be destroyed, if the crystal can be destroyed and where it may be now. As he said that if Gordon was a wise man, he would have brought it back to where he found it, or placed it to someplace similar to it, in Skulduggery’s head went up a light bulb and he knew where it was.

The Echo stone then lost all powers and the man, called Oisin, disappeared again. Ghastly was in shock. So the Sceptre really existed and Gordon really had it last.

They left the Vault and then the Museum. M/n just jumped into his car, turned on the engine and waited for Ghastly to get his ass inside the car. He was not bothering to talk with his Sister.

“I think you hit a very sensitive spot.”, Ghastly muttered to Stephanie.

She lowered her head.

“I know that I did so. He...Corrupted doesn’t care if someone calls him bad names outside of Family and friend circles, but if it was someone from inside that...if it was used as an actual insult, he gets really hurt. I was just...I HATE that he is so smart and I am so stupid. He has to explain the simplest things to me, yet...he never gets irritated to do so. I just...I was angry with myself that I can’t catch up as fast as he can and understand everything as well as he does. I snapped and accidently let it out on him...”, she muttered.

“He will be silent with you for a while, if I remember what Gordon told me about him.”, Skulduggery said softly.

“He will be. I might be ignored for a few days...”, she admitted in guilt.

“We’ll see about that. Maybe I can get him to listen to me and then we will see. He likes talking to me.”, Ghastly said with a small smile.

She looked at the tailor.

“You can try your best...”, she muttered and then got into the Bentley.

“See you at Gordon’s.”, Ghastly told Skulduggery.

The Skeleton nodded and then jumped into his car. Ghastly got into M/n’s Firebird and softly closed the door, then put on the seatbelt.

“Are you okay, Corrupted ?”, Ghastly asked calmly, as M/n started to drive.

“Just dandy.”, he said with a sour mood.

“Be honest with me, please.”

“She didn’t mean to. It happens, I also snap like that sometimes. I just need time to sort my emotions out. I’m fine, Ghastly.”, M/n insisted.

“Are they a rollercoaster right now ?”

“They are. I am sad, hurt, angry, and all I want to do, is hide away, right now. I need a bit time and then I am back to normal, no worries.”

Ghastly looked at him with concern and then looked at the radio.

“May I turn on the radio ?”, he asked.

“You won’t like the music. I have a disc inside with my own music. I don’t like the news, nor the music from there. They interrupt it always way before it is done playing.”, M/n answered.

“I think I won’t hate it.”, Ghastly assured.

“Do what you want, I don’t mind.”, M/n said, shrugging his shoulders.

Ghastly turned on the radio and almost instantly did a song play, Ghastly wasn’t familiar with. M/n knew it though.

“NCS and the song is called Ricochet.”, he said.

“NCS ?”

“No Copyrighted Sounds. They make Music that are not copyrighted, helps YouTube content creators to use it as background music or even memes, without getting in trouble.”, M/n shortly explained.

“Huh. But it ain’t bad. I thought you were into heavy Metal.”

“Hah, those times are over. I was into that as I was nine to eleven years of age.”, M/n said with a small smile. Ghastly smiled. At least M/n wasn’t all too soured anymore.

#skulduggery pleasant #male!reader #not the canon au #read warnings above #my au #skulduggery pleasant x reader universe #ghastly bespoke #Stephanie Edgley #Part 9 – The Vault #Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe

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m o u t h | stranger things ; s.harrington

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔

Summary ;

--- steve decides to prove he can talk dirty but how far will it go?

Pairing ;

Steve Harrington x fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, body fluids, oral sex / the sixty nine position, dirty talk, sliiightest hint of dominant!Steve, biting and marking.

Taglist ;

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@untoldshortsofthefandoms 

The door bangs shut behind you and you bend down, slipping a finger into the back of your high heel to pull it off your foot. Then you do the same with the other foot. Flexing your toes against hardwood flooring, you toss your keys onto the table by the door.

The television is going and Steve is sitting in front of it, the only light in the room coming off the lit screen.

“Honey, I’m home.” you laugh as you call out to him, making your way into the living room. When you flop down on the sofa near him, he jolts awake, swearing under his breath. A brow raised as soon as he realizes that you’re home early from yet another date. 

“It’s only 9. What happened to “Don’t wait up for me, hm?”” Steve Harrington questions. Deep down, as guilty as he feels about it, a huge part of him is happy, thrilled even, that your dates keep turning into disasters.

And he’s dreading the day you float through the apartment door with that dreamy look in your eyes to tell him you’re in love.

You’re pouting and you grumble. “It was a disaster from the time the waitress gave us our menus to the time he talked me into going up to his apartment for drinks…” you trail off and sigh. It’s driving you insane, pretending to be interested in all these other guys when the one you really want is sitting right beside you on the sofa.

Steve tenses just slightly when you mention that you went up to your date’s apartment for drinks. “Oh?” he asks, giving you a chance to rant.

And you do, you tell him every single reason the date was a disaster and you don’t spare any details. Steve hates it, for the most part, but he listens. Laughing and groaning where needed, staring at pillowy red lips as you’re talking and you’re totally oblivious.

“He tried to talk dirty to me, y’know? And he’s soooo bad at it. He wouldn’t take the hint so I made up an excuse and I left. I mean…. He kept calling sex anything but and he kept being pushy about it, I got annoyed.”

“What’d he say?” Steve asks, not even sure why he wants to know.

“Oh no, no. It was dumb, okay? I’d rather forget.” you’re shaking your head and laughing softly. You’ve sprawled out on the couch now, the crown of your hair is nestled up against the side of one of his thick thighs. Steve tenses a little because no matter how often you cozy up to him like this when it’s just the two of you hanging out, he still gets thrown into an uproar.

He still finds himself imagining what it’d be like to pull you into his lap and kiss you until you can’t breathe or think straight. And the nights he’s imagined things going further than friendship between the two of you, it’s starting to really get to him.

“Tell me something he said. I have to hear this.”

“Steve, noooo.” you’re laughing because he’s trying to tickle you but the way his hands feel on your body is only making you wetter with each second that passes. “Okay, fine. First of all, he asked me if I wanted to let him make me a milkshake… and me, being me… I thought he was talking about an actual milkshake.” you palm your face and pull yourself to a sitting position, cringing as you replay it in your head. “He kept trying to grab me and ugh.. When he kissed me, I swear to God it was like he was trying to vacuum my mouth.”

Steve is snickering at first. And then he’s clutching his sides, practically howling with laughter. You’re pouting, your arms folded as you watch him. “Please… Like you can do better, king of the dad jokes.”

Steve’s laughter dies and he bites his lip, staring at your mouth for a second or two. Then he leans in and mutters quietly, “You really think I can’t talk dirty to you? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

“Well..” you’re flustered. Not only is he licking his lips again but there’s this hazy gleam in his big brown eyes and he’s pulled your legs into his lap.. This wouldn’t be a big deal, it wouldn’t be the first time but.. It is the first time he’s let one of his hands settle on your bare thigh.

“Do you know how hard it is to control myself when I’m around you?” Steve questions, dragging the tip of his finger over your soft skin. His hand creeps up higher and he gives your thigh a squeeze and all this without breaking eye contact a single time. He transitioned from goofy playful Steve, your best friend and the man you secretly love, to calm. A lustful gleam in his eyes and his words coming out lower. Deeper.

You barely keep yourself from whimpering. “S-Steve?” you say his name, a confused look in your eyes. He chuckles. Starts to lean in closer but he pulls you onto his lap completely instead. You pout because you miss the roughness and warmth of his hand against your skin, but then he’s got you settled in his lap and you’re pressed right against his crotch and you gulp when you feel his cock twitch. 

“Shh.. You’re the one who thinks I can’t talk dirty.” Steve’s tongue drags slow across the outline of his kissable lips. Your gaze hones in on this and you’re mesmerized. Dazed. Imagining for the millionth time since you met him what it might be like to kiss him.

“It’s your fault I’m so hard right now. Do you feel what you’re doing t’ me, baby?” he shifts around and the movement causes you to rub right against him. The whine comes out before you can stop it. You’re dripping right now. If he had one tenth of a clue what his teasing was doing to you right now.

But he doesn’t.

Because he’s just kidding, he has to be. He’s just being an ass and proving your assumption -that he can’t talk dirty, wrong.

Oh, is he ever.

His hand disappears between your bodies and you bite down on your lip as one of his fingers drags a line up your inner thigh. The dress you wore out tonight is short and it’s almost indecently so. It’s tight and low cut and it fits you like a second skin and when you bought it, Steve hated the idea of watching you walk out the door wearing it for everybody else.

He bites back a groan and bucks upward into you, his head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck.” he practically growls out the word. The hand that’s not dragging up and down your bare thigh beneath the short hem of the dress is moving up and down your side, stopping to squeeze your hip and rock you over the way he’s straining at the sweats he’s wearing just so you feel how much harder he’s gotten in the space of a few seconds.

Your breath hangs in your throat and you can’t resist, you’re rocking yourself over the thick bulge when it happens again. One of your hands settles on his broad and bare shoulder and your nails dance and drag over his skin and he growls. Leaning in closer, his mouth so close to yours that your lips touch with each word he says next. “I wanna touch you. Taste you. Feel you.”

“Fuck.” the word hangs in the air when you whimper it out. You’re back to rocking yourself back and forth over the way he’s strained so hard against his sweats. You keep trying to tell yourself this is just him, proving you wrong, proving to you that he can talk dirty, but then you lock eyes with him and the lust blacking out his pupils has you second-guessing everything you think you know. Hope growing.

“Steve..” you whine his name when he rocks himself up and into your throbbing cunt two times in a row and his fingers dig against black fabric as he squeezes your hip. His other hand creeps just a little higher, finger grazing against soaked black lace. 

“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” he growls out the words, taking three very deep breaths as he tries to pull himself together one last time and fails. The hand up your dress settles over your wet,throbbing sex and he starts to rub you outside your panties. You rock yourself against the movement of his hands, each rock making you drag right over his cock. 

By now, his intention to prove you wrong, to show you he can talk dirty, that’s fallen by the wayside and all he wants is to bury himself inside you.  “Baby, I…” he starts to say something but then he grabs hold of the column of your neck with his free hand and pulls your mouth against his mouth. Your mouth falls open with little to no hesitation, a whimper swallowed by a frantic and oh so needy kiss, his tongue dominating your own, dragging over it. Massaging. The hand up your dress is moving faster to match the pace of your hips thrusting against it and now he’s bucking himself into you from below too. 

The kiss breaks and you pull away to breathe. He’s still massaging your cunt and you’re getting wetter and wetter by the second. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now, fuck.” he half growls against your neck after pushing some of your hair out of the way so his mouth can latch onto your skin. You can feel the bruise forming already and you’re rocking yourself against the thick bulge in his sweats harder, pressing down into it more. Faster, urgent and needy whines falling from your lips and shattering the heavy tension in the air.

“Fuck me, Steve. P-please, baby. I need it, I-I… need you.” you moan out the words and Steve raises up off the sofa, carrying you down the hallway, into his bedroom.

Your back meets the closed door with a soft thud and his hands are all over you, so is his mouth. But he’s still at it, telling you every dirty little thing he wants to do to you. “I can’t wait to slide my cock inside you, princess.” his teeth latch onto the front of your throat as he says it, his voice dropping lower to add, “Mm.. fucking love the sounds you’re making, baby.” when you whimper and whine because his hand is back up your dress, the heel of it grinding right into your cunt makes the ache so much worse. You’re rubbing against him, one hand in his hair, tugging at it, begging for it against the shell of his ear.

In the back of your mind you do briefly entertain the thought that what you want is maybe not the best idea, but you want him so much, you’re so in love with him that the thought is shoved out as soon as it occurs. 

“Gonna..” he bites into your neck and growls out quietly as he steps into his bedroom and tosses you onto the bed gently, following your body down and settling in on top of you, “Gonna ruin you for other men, baby… Do you want that?”

“P-please.” you’re whimpering helplessly as he’s pushing your legs apart wider with his body settled in between them, one of those big hands pushing up the bottom of your dress so that it’s up to your hips and when he gets his first glimpse of the soaked black fabric barely covering your cunt, he groans, staring at how wet you are in a trance. “Fuck.” he mumbles, licking his lips slowly, “Fuck, princess… You’re soaked.” he muses, glancing up at you, “Did I do this? Tell me, baby.” the demand is groaned out against your mouth as he crashes his mouth against yours all over again. 

“Y-yes, ahhh fuck.” you whine and rock yourself up against the way his fingers drag right up your center, moaning his name, “Steve…Oh.. Mmm..” your eyes flutter open and closed. Thick fingers push soaked fabric to the side and work you open, burying up to the knuckles and neither one of you seems to want to stop, he does warn against your ear, “If you want me to stop…”

“No. Don’t you, ah..” your back arches as his fingers pump in and out of your wet cunt, the slosh and squelch as it happens making him even harder and forcing up a growl from deep within, you whine a little louder, “Don’t stop don’tstopdon’tstop, please..” your begging making the last thread of restraint Steve Harrington possesses currently shatter.

Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats and you tug, whining in need. He’s working the dress up off your body and you’ve never been more thankful in your entire life that it’s slip on and fairly easy to get off. The dress falls to the floor and you’re still tugging at his sweats as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you and now, he’s added a third one so you feel stretched and the burn of it feels so good.

“Steve,” you beg, “ ‘S not fair.”

“It’s not my fault you’re wearing less.” he answers in a quiet whisper as he leaves a circlet of love bites around your neck, marking you so well that you won’t be able to hide them when he’s done. And he has to mark you, he wants something other than the memories burned into his brain that tonight actually happened, just in case.

He’s tearing off your panties now. Tossing them out onto the bedroom floor with the dress. Your legs squeeze against his sides and he groans as he makes his way down your body, settling between your thighs to bury his mouth in your pussy. You tug at his hair and he growls quietly, biting your inner thigh, sucking a mark into your skin as he kisses a trail upwards. As his tongue circles your clit and his mouth latches on, you rock your hips upward. His arms hook beneath your thighs and you’re pouting a little at the absence of his fingers, but then his tongue is buried deep in your pussy and he’s lapping up your juices, licking you clean. And using one of  his hands to hold your hips against the bed so you have limited movement.

You tug at his hair, you can’t help yourself. “Harder. Pull harder, princess.” he half growls against your skin. When you pull harder like he wants, his lips latch onto your clit and you’re moaning his name, begging, “Steve, baby, c’mon… I..” you  drag your nails down his back as he tilts your hips just the slightest and his fingers bury inside your cunt with his tongue and he’s so deep inside of you now that you can feel the tips of his fingers brush against spongy softness of your spot, “I wanna suck your cock…” you’re desperate, you need to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel and maybe a part of you thinks that if you do, maybe things will click and he’ll know how much you want him and love him without the scary price of having to say it aloud.

He chuckles against your pelvic mound, stopping just to raise his head and gaze up at you. There’s a fucked out gleam in your eyes, your whole body is tensed so tight that he knows you’re dangerously close. But hearing you say you want to suck him off is so fucking hot.

“I..fuck..” he growls, biting at your pelvic mound, sucking a mark against bare skin and making you tense up just a little more as you tug at his hair and try yet again to move your hips a little better, “I don’t wanna stop..” he admits quietly. “Wanna make you cum all over my tongue, baby. I wanna taste you.”

The idea comes to both of you at once. Steve stops and starts to work his way back up your body, pulling you on top of him once he’s settled, crashing his lips against yours as he mumbles into the kiss, “Turn around.”

You turn so that you’re facing away from him and he grabs hold of your hips, pulling you up to his face until you can feel his mouth latch against your throbbing cunt as his tongue disappears inside of you again, joined by three of his fingers on one hand as the other hand grips your hip to keep you up. You tug at his sweats and he raises his hips, letting you pull down his sweats and the second his cock springs free, throbbing and thick as it grazes against your waiting mouth, he groans and his hand digs into your hip. You flatten your tongue over the tip of his cock as you curl your fingers around his length and pump it up and down. He groans, his tongue and fingers stammering inside of you a few seconds as he adjusts to how fucking good your mouth feels wrapped around his cock when you take him into it, pumping your hands up and down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Princess, fuck.” he groans, the sound sending pleasurable vibrations racing through your core and making your stomach coil even tighter as your thighs clench just so you don’t cum yet. “Princess, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock, fuck.” he groans out when you take him deeper in your throat, coming back up his length with a soft pop as suction breaks for a second or two. And then you’re deep throating him again, your nose pushed against coarse and short hairs, breathing in the scent of his musk. He’s pulling you back against his mouth, fucking you with his tongue and fingers, groaning and growling as you get wetter, the taste of you filling his mouth.

“C’mon, baby, cum on my tongue..” he’s thrusting his hips upward, fucking into your mouth clumsily as he tries to coax you into an orgasm. “You taste so fucking good, baby.. Want more.” he’s begging and it takes so little of his begging to send your orgasm smashing into you, your hips sputtering and your mouth coming off of his cock so you can come down from the high. Your nails have dug into his thighs slightly. Steve’s slurping and the slosh of your wetness has you whining, lowering your head to take him into your mouth all over again, deeper this time. 

“Fuck.” Steve pants, fucking up into your mouth with shaky thrusts, “So close baby, so close.”

“Steve, p-please.” you moan around his cock, “Let go, baby..”

His cock throbs and his hands dig into your hips as he empties in your mouth. You swallow, the salty taste making you moan softly. You’re shaking by now and you turn around to face him, dragging the back of your hand across your mouth.

His hand tangles in your hair and he pulls your mouth down against his, his tongue running along yours as the taste of him and you combine. 

“Still think I can’t talk dirty to you?” he questions as he pulls you flat on top of him and wraps his arms around you to hold you tight…

“I was wrong. I was so, so, so wrong.” you mumble, staring at him. Lost in his eyes. Still coming down from the high and trying to wrap your head around what's just happened...

He chuckles at your answer as his hands move up and down your bare back and you shiver, burrowing yourself down into him because his touch feels so good.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x fem!reader #<- minors absofuckinlutely not. this is a general warning for all my adult content. #<- female reader ; vague description (female parts) #-> please read all warnings above before proceeding #tppkinktober2022 #kinktober22 #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022

[primowishes]

//Time for me to buckle down and get all the hw I have for today done so that way when the new update goes live I can devour it.

And heads up that I tag spoilers with 'genshin spoilers' and 'genshin impact spoilers', and generally I'll tag the newest update up until the next one goes up (unless requested by a mutual to tag for longer)

#ooc #sometimes i fuck up and forget but i really try i promise #usually if i fuck up it's because i'm writing a thread related to it which still isn't good but dlknflew #that's where i notice i mess up the most so THIS TIME i'll be more careful #also my ooc thoughts i stick under a read more (with a context spoiler warning above the cut) so the threads are the real danger for me rip #finally i'll be able to write my furina and neuvillette muses aaa

[ezraphobicsoup]

you ever read a book

#what the actual fuck was that #i mean maybe i’m just bad at horror at like 1am but what the fuck #they sure weren’t kidding when they said there’s gore huh #holy shit #in case you’re curious the book i have just read is hell followed with us #in case the above didn’t make it clear. warning for gore like more than you’re thinking probably #also warning for depictions of transphobia and religious trauma #it’s a good read but what the fuck what the fuck #thank you and goodnight

[ladyimaginarium]

ok so i& was holding myself& back by a thread for a few days but. beyonce's lemonade album is. quite litcherally marlontine in an au where he lives & he has to answer to her. basically that whole speech in waiting to exhale where she takes his shit & burns his shit while smoking a cigarette. she destroys his ass lmao

#arcana.txt #YOU CAN TASTE THE DISHONESTY ITS ALL OVER YOUR BREATH !!!! [...] WHAT ARE YOU DOING MY LOVE !!!!! #HOLD UP THEY DONT LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU !!!! [...] CAN'T YOU SEE THERE'S NO OTHER MAN ABOVE YOU!!!!!! #WHAT A WICKED WAY TO TREAT THE GIRL THAT LOVES YOU !!!!! #WHAT'S WORSE LOOKING JEALOUS OR CRAZY OR LIKE BEING WALKED ALL OVER LATELY I'D RATHER BE CRAZY !!!! #WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I IS !!!!! YOU AINT MARRIED TO NO AVERAGE BITCH BOY !!!!! #BAD MOTHERFUCKER GOD COMPLEX MOTIVATE YOUR ASS CALL ME MALCOM X!!!!! #WHEN YOU H.URT ME YOU H.URT YOURSELF !!!! DON'T H.URT YOURSELF !!!! WHEN YOU L.OVE ME YOU L.OVE YOURSELF !!!! L.OVE GOD HERSELF !!!!! #I AM THE DRAGON BREATHING FIRE !!!! BEAUTIFUL MANE IM THE LION !!!!! BEAUTIFUL MAN I KNOW YOU'RE LYING !!! #BLINDLY IN L.OVE I FUCKS WITCHU TILL I REALIZE IM JUST TOO MUCH FOR YOU !!!!! #HEY BABY WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I IS !!!!!! [...] JUST GIVE MY FAT ASS A BIG KISS BOY TONIGHT IM FUCKING UP ALL YOUR SHIT BOY !!!!!! #WHEN YOU PLAY ME YOU PLAY YOURSELF !!!!! WHEN YOU LIE TO ME YOU ONLY LIE TO YOURSELF !!!!! YOU'RE ONLY LYING TO YOURSELF !!!!! #THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING !!!! YOU KNOW I GIVE YOU LIFE !!!!! IF YOU TRY THIS SHIT AGAIN !!!!! YOU GON' LOSE YOUR WIFE !!!!! #HE ALWAYS GOT THEM FUCKING EXCUSES I PRAY TO THE LORD YOU REVEAL WHAT HIS TRUTH IS !!!! #I LEFT A NOTE IN THE HALLWAY BY THE TIME YOU'LL READ IT I'LL BE FAR AWAY [...] BUT I AINT FUCKIN W/ NOBODY #S.UICIDE BEFORE YOU SEE THIS TEAR FALL DOWN MY EYES !!!! ME & MY BABY WE GON BE ALRIGHT WE GON LIVE A GOOD LIFE !!!! #BIG HOMIE BETTER GROW UP !!!! [...] ME & MY WHOADIES BOUT TO STROLL UP I SEE THEM BOPPERS IN THE CORNER THEY SNEAKING OUT THE BACK DOOR !! #HE ONLY WANT ME WHEN I'M NOT THERE HE BETTER CALL BECKY W/ THE GOOD H.AIR !!!! #SHE WALKED INTO THE CLUB LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS GODDAMN SHE MURDERED EVERYBODY & I WAS HER WITNESS !!!! #YOU'LL ALWAYS COME BACK TO MEEEEEEE !!!! COME BACK COME BACK COME BACK COME BACK COME BACK !!!!! #DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL & DADDY MADE A SOLDIER OUT OF ME !!!! W/ HIS GUN W/ HIS HEAD HELD HIGH HE TOLD ME NOT TO CRY OH MY DADDY SAID SHOOT !!! #HE HELD ME IN HIS ARMS & HE TAUGHT ME TO STRONG HE TOLD ME WHEN HE'S GONE HERE'S WHAT U DO !!!! #WHEN TROUBLE COMES TO T.OWN & MEN LIKE ME COME AROUND OH MY DADDY SAID SHOOT !!!! #MY DADDY WARNED ME ABOUT MEN LIKE YOU HE SAID BABY GIRL HE'S PLAYING YOU!!!!!! #10 TIMES OUT OF 9 I KNOW YOU'RE LYING BUT 9 TIMES OUT OF 10 I KNOW YOURE TRYING SO IM TRYING TO BE FAIR & YOURE TRYING TO BE THERE & TO CAR #& YOU'RE CAUGHT UP IN YOUR PERMANENT EMOTIONS ALL THE LOVING IVE BEEN GIVING GOES UNNOTICED ITS JUST FLOATING IN THE AIR !!!! #ONLY WAY TO GO IS UP SKIN THICK TOO TOUGH !!!! CAUSE YOU & ME COULD MOVE A MOUNTAIN !!!! YOU & ME COULD CALM A WAR DOWN !!! #9 TIMES OUT OF 10 IM IN MY FEELINGS BUT 10 TIMES OUT OF 9 IM ONLY HUMAN TELL ME WHAT DID I DO WRONG !!!! #g-d just. POWER COUPLE #TELLTALE WE COULDVE HAD IT ALLLLLLL