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sweetlyskz · 6 months

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Emerald Gem||Chapter 3

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Warnings: Suggestive themes, language, mentions of abuse and trauma

Word count: 1.5k

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He was avoiding you. You could tell. He made it very obvious. Each morning you woke up, he was going to sleep. And every night you went to sleep, he was just waking up, but he didn't dare leave the room, for fear that he would run into you.

Joon was still being Joon, and the Situation with Jimin made it worse. You weren't sure if he knew what happened between you and Jimin, but you didn't ask to find out either. However, he was eating more and more. At least he can trust you enough to eat your cooking. That's progress, right?

Before you knew it, the boys had been with you for two weeks. Some of them had become pretty comfortable. Taking the advice Taehyung gave you, you bought some cat scratchers for Yoongi. All of the wolf hybrids in the pack would go in the backyard to let all their energy out, except Joon. He just watched over them, scolding them whenever they would chase the chickens.

Jungkook was your new best friend. He stuck by your side like glue, your big buff teddy bear. Yoongi was quiet, reserved. He spoke to you often, but he tried not to talk for longer than a couple minutes. Jin and Taehyung were the best of help. He always cook meals, and when it's time to farm, he never lets you do anything yourself. Hoseok was still timid and flighty, but he was loyal. This group of dangerous hybrids was slowing becoming a loving family... very slowly.

"Seriously Tae, get your own!" Jungkook and Taehyung were fighting over the new snacks you had gotten them. One thing you learned about about kook was that he was very territorial over his belongings. That's why you had a specific drawer of snacks with his name on it.

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop Taehyung.

"Just one bite, please!" They were playing tug of war with the bag of chips. Jungkook was winning. "You have a whole box of them! I can't have just one?"

"No! You can't", he protested. While trying to tear the chips from Tae's grasp, the bag rips, chips flying in the air and landing all over the kitchen.

"Look at what you did!" Tae accused, bending down to pick everything up. A broom would've been more efficient but he wasn't sure where you kept it. "Hurry up and help me clean before Y/n sees it!"

Swiftly, Jungkook helps pick up the salty potato chips. Before exiting the kitchen, they look around one more time to make sure there wasn't even a single crumb on the floor.

And with that, the argument over the chips was over, never brought up again...

You noticed that Jimin loved hanging out in your greenhouse, admiring all of your colorful flowers. You wanted to give him some space, but while watching him walk around the greenhouse you had the urge to join him.

"Those are vincas, by the way", you whispered loud enough for him to hear you, fiddling with your fingers.

He appeared to be startled by your presence- rightfully so. His mouth hung open, looking as if he wanted to say something. You stoped him before he could get the chance.

"Before you say anything. Let me just apologize first-"

He shook his head. "Don't. There's no need to apologize. You did nothing wrong... I should be the one apologizing. I know that hybrids and humans aren't allowed to interact i-in that way- very selfish of me."

"What are you talking about?" You may have done a lot of research on hybrids, but you never did any on their relationship with people. Maybe you should've...

"In the lab they always told us..", Jimins mind went back to the days he wished to never remember.

The lab was cold, ice cold. Stuffed in cages, the wolves shivered, huddled together for warmth. One by one, the men in lab coats sedated the wolves, fearing being bit by them.

"This one is feisty!" The researcher laughed, holding the hybrid by the spikey collar as the medicine kicked in. The others in the cage kicked and pulled on the metal bars.

"Please! He's tired, he can't take anymore!" The pack leader begged. "Take me! Take me instead, I'll do anything."

The researcher came up to the cage with a cane, banging it on the bars. "Listen here, mutt", he hissed. "Each of us have a part to play. Your is to be obedient to your superiors, understood?"

The other men laughed and applauded him for putting Joon in his place. "That's right! Show him what happens when mutts defy humans..."

Everyone in the lab agreed, shouting as if the lab had become the coliseum. A fox hybrid ran up to the bars, getting down on his knees, head pointed to the floor.

"Please excuse him, sir. We know are place is and will always be behind these bars. Please have mercy", he pleaded.

The researcher smirked. "Always remember your place. You will never have what we have. No human will ever want you, not even as a pet- definitely not as a lover. Remember this- your barely human, and will never be treated as such..."

Jimin was heavily drugged up, laid out on the surgery table. However, what the researcher said, his words- Jimin remembered every last bit of it. It still rang in his ears. You will never be treated as human...

And so, if I'm not going to be treated as one, why try and act like one? Why not let my wolf counterpart take over? These thoughts dangled over Jimin's head. And with those thoughts, he used every last bit of his strength to stab one of the researchers with a knife- the same knife they were gonna use to rip him open.

Namjoon grabbed the other man through the metal bars, choking him until his eyes rolled backwards. Jimin rolled off of the table, and the rest is a blur.

Next thing they knew, the men in lab coats were dead, and all of the hybrids in the lab were freed by Jimin's hands. With how weak he was, it truly was a miracle. He saved the lives of over a hundred hybrids.

The next few months after, these hybrids hid in the woods, using their primal instincts to survive. Maybe those men were right. Maybe they were never human to begin with.

That's what they thought, but those thoughts went away when they met you. The person who was kind enough to let them in their home, give the somewhere to rest their head. It was you. You were their person.

But sadly, you couldn't erase the damage that had been done. You couldn't get rid of the bad memories, the mistreatment. And that moment you showed a bit of affection for Jimin, he was elated, but the voices started speaking to him.

And then men in the lab coats came to him saying, this won't last forever...

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"Why didn't you tell me? I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable in any way!"

Jimin told you his story, his deep-rooted fears. You both laid in a field of daisies as he confided in you. It's difficult for you to explain the emotions you were feeling as he told his past. Sympathy? Rage? Both?

"Because... A part of me- actually all of me wanted to. I want to be yours. But the thoughts- they're stuck in my brain and resurface every time I get even a little bit of hope." Jimin's head hung low, picking the flowers from the fresh soiling and plucking each petal one by one.

She loves me...she loves me not... she might love me?

You grabbed his hands gently, holding them between yours. "Look at me", you asked him softly. He obeyed, of course.

"You are half wolf, that part is true. But Park Jimin, you are human! You more human than any human I've ever encountered! You're kind, charismatic, and the most thoughtful person I have ever met.

Your words brought tears to his eyes, and seeing him cry made you eyes swell, too. You enveloped him, hugged him tightly- but not too tight. Just enough to show how much you mean it. Then you placed a loving kiss on his forehead.

"You deserve this, Minnie." The new nickname perked his ears. You could tell he liked it. "You deserve life. An amazing fucking life."

"T-thank you", he whispered. "I- I can't thank you enough."

"Don't thank me. Just get better. Seeing you hurt makes me hurt. And seeing you scared makes me scared. I swear on everything I love that you will never go back there, or anywhere."

"But, once Joon is ready, we'll be gone", Jimin confessed. "I don't want to leave, but he also has his own story to tell."

You pondered, never daring to remove Jimin from your grasp. Maybe you can convince him to stay permanently? Maybe there is something you can do to ease the pain...

"Don't worry your pretty little head, just rest." You gave his hair a fluff, earning a cheesy smile from him. And just like that, you both napped in the field of daisy, his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands holding his head close to your chest.

You have to make things right...

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boba-beom · 2 months

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angst and smut thought

rebound!taehyun x reader

your ex is beomgyu and you want to get over him, he seems to have moved on from you already but you just want to forget about him so bad. here comes taehyun who you know is so head over heels for you and is willing to do anything, even if that’s to become your rebound.

one day you see beomgyu live, doing his own thing and he looks happier. your heart aches because you know he doesn’t think about you anymore, but only views you as a friend. his feelings have detached from you ages ago.

wanting to forget about beomgyu so bad and to just feel something, you call taehyun over and of course he doesn’t say no. when he comes over he’s sitting on the edge of your bed, wanting to ask if you’re okay, treading on eggshells around you but you fall to your knees in front of him, hastily lifting his hoodie, fingers quick to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans but taehyun stops you for a second, holding your shoulders so you look up at him.

“wait, are you sure you want to do this?” his eyes full of worry but he just needs to hear your confirmation and he’ll let you continue.

“taehyun please.” you plead, eyes tearing up from frustration, annoyed at yourself, at beomgyu and feeling sorry for using taehyun like this.

“but, you’re not over beomgyu…” his voice gentle, and his thumbs have started to rub on your shoulders gently.

“I will be if you fuck me. please.” your words croak out of your throat in desperation.

taehyun sighs, before nodding and and letting go of your shoulders. watching you resume undoing his pants, hooking your fingers and pulling the denim and cotton of his boxers down to his ankles.

as fucked up as the situation is, his dick’s already half hard from the view of you teary eyed on your knees. you immediately fist his dick, getting him harder before you take him into your mouth. wet, warm and salty, heavy on your tongue as you swirl your tongue around the tip when you come up. that’s how beomgyu liked it. and it seemed taehyun did too from the sinful sounds coming out of your friend’s mouth.

your tears running hot down your cheeks as you have your eyes shut, taking more of taehyun into your mouth until you’re deepthroating him. he was a little girthier than beomgyu, struggling slightly as your throat swallows and squeezes the head of his dick, and you hear a pretty whine from taehyun.

perhaps taehyun was the best choice to help you forget about beomgyu. you’re doing so well, sucking his cock so good you already feel him twitching on your tongue that his head is lolling back, eyes clenching shut while his mouth hangs open, whine after moan after curse.

you take him out of your mouth, slowly pumping along his length as you look up to make eye contact with the man above you. his eyes scan your face, flushed expression with tear stains down your cheeks. he could cum just from the view of his dick in your fist, the corners of your mouth dribbling a mix of his precum and your saliva.

you stand, stripping of your clothes and laying on the space beside him with your legs spread.

“taehyun, fuck me.” you whisper to him, but he heard it loud and clear, along with his heart pounding in his ears.

he takes his hoodie off, it was a grey one just like how beomgyu had a wide collection of grey hoodies. your heart sinks in your chest, not wanting to forget about the little things, but you need to.

taehyun kneels between your legs, his hands skimming up and down the skin of your thighs and bare stomach.

“wanna make you feel so beautiful, ___.” he sighs, enamoured with how someone could ever leave someone as beautiful as you.

“tae…” you wince as you pull him have him hovering over you, using his elbows to support him.

you feel his tip prodding at your entrance, gasping once he sheaths himself inside your aching cunt. you miss beomgyu. fuck, why does he always have to be on your mind.

taehyun stills as he bottoms out, burying his face in your neck and experimented with a single kiss on the side of your neck, testing out the waters to see how you’d react. it felt like fire against your skin, burning and you let him, humming a quiet hum indicating him he was okay to do that.

and so he does. gentle short pecks turning into open mouthed kisses and light sucking across your chest and shoulders. though your mind was still trying to focus on the fact it isn’t beomgyu fucking you, taehyun’s taking it all in. he’s waited so long to make you feel good, to worship your body and decorate you in his marks.

a subtle but sweet moan leaves your lips and it managed to make taehyun buck his hips into involuntarily as he whispers a, “sorry.” against your skin.

“do it again. harder.” your words get shorter and shorter throughout, but taehyun gets it. he stops, looking at you for any doubts in your face.

“are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” his asks sincerely, a hand on your waist and squeezing it tenderly.

“I’m already hurt taehyun, please, just help me forget about beomgyu.” you hold back a sob, tears filling up to the brim again.

you throw your head back once taehyun pulls out until half way and slams back into you, not even making his pace gradual, his hips pistons repeatedly while you manage to let out more moans laced with a couple of shallow sobs.

taehyun’s leaning against your body now, the weight of him warm against your chest as he continues to snap his hips into yours. his head hangs low next to your face. though he’s here rearranging your guts, his heart still aches knowing your mind is still on beomgyu.

his grunts by your ear turned to shaky sighs as he was nearing his orgasm, and so were you. you did have to give credit to taehyun for letting him fuck you, and thinking even just giving him the littlest ounce of affect back would push him over the edge.

your hands sprawl on his back, rubbing tenderly over the ridges of his back muscles and the movement of his shoulder blades until you claw his skin as soon as you felt like you were about to come.

“tae, I want you to cum inside me.” you whispered by his ear.

and that’s all it took for him to slow down his pace with shallow thrusts, feeling his cock pumping out ribbons of his cum inside you. you’re both moaning at the sensation, his warm seed filling you to the brim and your gummy walls contracting around his length.

once he finally stills, he balances on his elbows again, pushing your hair out of your face and resting his palm on your neck.

“if you ever want to forget about him, just use me. okay?” his eyes twinkle at you, and you feel awful but the sex was too good to let it be a one time thing.

you nod slowly, sighing as you attempt a small smile.

“thank you tae. what would I do without you.”

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gildedkrone · 7 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

The house is quiet; Luna had slinked off somewhere in the house and a cat shaped blur of white in the yard under the afternoon sun is your answer.

Johnny is splayed across the couch in a slumbering man—one arm across his torso with the other resting beside his head on a cushion. Today, he opted for a small white singlet ending above his navel as it showcased his abs and a v-line disappearing into a pair of military-issued olive briefs.

The happy trail disappearing into his briefs is tantalising, to say the least. With each shift of his body, the briefs only seemed to slide lower until the bush peeks through the waistband and the tight garment holds onto the bulge in fear of sliding right off.

What a fucking tease to wear clothes from basic training which no longer fit his more muscled body. He’s sleeping now, and the conversation from a week ago rears its head.

“Whit if ye made me cum whin I was sleeping?” You almost choked on your food when the words slipped through his mouth full of meal.

“What?” And he’s appearing all innocent and what not.

“Dinnae yi'll waant tae fin' oot?”

“I don’t understand you, dummy.”

“Aw, c’mon bonnie, don’t you want to find out?”

The truth is you wanted to find out and with nothing else to do, the offer stands tempting. He is fast asleep and you fingers gently brush across his briefs. They catch on the opening in the garment and his face keeps its slack.

Fuck, were you actually going to do this?

Your hand evidently thought so and palmed him gently through the fabric amidst steady snoring. It took a while, but eventually, there is a stirring in his loins and the small garment is stretched obscenely as the bulge becomes even more pronounced. And you would be lying if this wasn’t at all arousing.

Taking pity on his tool, and not wanting to cause him any discomfort, you freed his dick through the piss hole in his slutty man briefs. The smack against your forearm by his engorged length when you let go freezes you just as Johnny makes a noise before his snores resume.

A man’s heartbeat is fluttering in motion.

Johnny is a big boy. Even somewhat hard, it’s length is more than half of your forearm. Curved slightly, for his partner’s pleasure and in a slightly darker shade above a neat bush adorning, according to Johnny, his favourite body part. Your tongue gently brushes against the bulbous head and pretty pink lips part in response to your tongue snaking all the way down to the base of his dick. You keep an eye on him throughout and noted the small twitching of his lips whenever your tongue ran over the thick throbbing vein spanning his entire dick.

Johnny has a dislike for jerking off in the military and given his last orgasm was probably two weeks ago, it’s no wonder Johnny is pent up to some degree. You taste his salty pre and the skilled tongue pulls the first of many moans from his guttural throat.

A man’s heartbeat is living in motion.

His length rests on his thigh and your nose inhales the musk of his groin—manly and reeking of ball sweat since Johnny’s a man who ran hot—and your tongue finds purchase on the plump sack below the main attraction. His soft breaths turn into a whine as a finger trace the individual testes while his fingers curl and unfurl.

Thirst.

Thirst is what you feel when you rolled his balls across your tongue to engulf his prized possessions in wet heat. His dick has risen to full mast—an angry and reddish head leaks copious amounts of pre onto his thigh and dully throbbing, it’s indicative of the stress wracking his body. As his partner, you are duty bound to … relieve him of the tension. Empty his balls so he can have a better sleep.

So you redouble your efforts on his very sensitive sack and Johnny makes all sorts of noises—whines, moan, groans, and whimpers as he twists and turns in his sleep. His head rolls over and his arms jerks in time with his lascivious thighs. You made sure to leave his dick alone and focus the assault on his scrotum. He shivers and your nose is pressed further into his bush when the seam running through the middle of his scrotum is grazed by your teeth and cushioned by drool.

A quick glance up reveals the man to be erect as two nubs poke through the tight singlet. He body seizes slightly when you roll them between your fingers. While keeping his nuts occupied, to your pleasure, he mutters more and drool seeps onto the cushion from the rolling of his head. His face reflects what he’s feeling with lips nicely parted while his body subconsciously squirms under your palm and tongue.

A man’s heartbeat is resonance in motion.

“mmrow … please … mmow …”

It’s been slightly over fifteen minutes since you began; the rippling of his toned abs accompanies the jerky flexing of his feet. Johnny is still under the influence of slumber and pure innocence on man known for military violence is a scarlet fire of temptation beckoning you to service him. You smear his pre across his balls and the ignored shaft occasionally moves with the contraction of his groin muscles and lifts strings of pre into the air. It’s a tantalizing sight to behold as his face furrows as if in deep concentration—the narrowing of his eyebrows and tightness in his cheeks even as he continues to verbalise how good he feels in his dreams.

It's time to bring him home. A man in pleasure is vulnerable man indeed—and Johnny’s about to find out why. Your tongue rolls his nuts between teeth as a hand cups his sack while another plays with his nipples. A little pain does the trick and you give his testicles a squeeze in sharp contrast together with a deep hum vibrating through his entire groin and your eyes slide over to his neglected dick.

Johnny nearly shouts; his hands fists above his chest and his knees jerks and misses your face by inches while he blearily calls your name in confusion. His abdomen contracts hard and his dick jumps slightly before white leaks out of the piss slit.

“Loue … whit's … gaun oan mmph!”

His eyes are laced with sleep in a slightly raised head. Blurry eyes spot you nestled between his legs and mouthing on his balls as his mind starts to piece together what’s happening. His hips shake in place; without a hand on his dick he is confused where the pleasure is and where to direct his hips as toes curl with how euphoric his genitals feel. More awake, much louder gasp and expletives escapes his throat as he grips your head and pulls it deeper into his pelvis.

A man’s heartbeat is satiation in motion.

A thick stream of cum runs off the side of his thighs onto the couch. You lather your fingers in them before crawling forward to shove them into his mouth. His waking mind registers your fingers and starts sucking while excess cum pools on his thighs. He chuckles and wraps an arm around your torso.

“Hell's bells that's a hell o' a wey tae wake up loue.”

“I don’t speak Scottish, shit for hair.” To be fair, that does make it easier to tug his head.

“This’ a hell of a wake up routine, love and yer said you loved mah mohawk last week!”

“Bet you had a good dream huh?” He describes a fog in his mind slowly invading his loins with heat and itch. Waking to you with a mouth stuffed by his junk was the tipping point—his eager dick packs disobedience and comes hands free. You earn a contented moan when you roughly palm his spent dick as he pulls you in for tight embrace.

“Johnny, unhand me.” You push against him arms which have come to cage you in as he shakes his head. He chuffs and nestles his dick between your thighs.

“A'm still sleepy. A bit mair, love.”

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ilwonuu · 2 months

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Taeyong angst with comfort where reader is in the wrong ??

yes yes of course anon!!! thank you for your request!!! love uuu hope u enjoy<3

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❧ summary- you were having a bad day. you undeservingly take it out on your boyfriend.

❧ warnings- fighting, ignores ty (girl how), fluff

❧ a/n- i know y/n is kinda annoying in this bc who tf has the audacity to be rude to taeyong… not me!!!

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you and taeyong usually handle your conflicts pretty easily. the two of you almost never fighting with eachother. you two never wanting to have problems. this time was different.

you and taeyong had gotten into a heated argument about you current mood. you don’t why but today every last thing is getting on your nerves. you don’t want to be around anyone. taeyong tried to talk to you in the morning when you got up. you quickly shut him out.

he doesn’t say anything the first time you ignored him but the second time he questioned you. “what’s wrong y/n? you know we don’t do this.” he asks you from the bathroom.

“i don’t want to talk to you.” you say not even looking his way. continuing to do what you were. “what?” he is now coming into your bed room to talk to you. “did you not hear me the first time?” you look at him with a straight face. “yea i heard you? i don’t understand why you don’t want to talk to me.” he looks at you upset now too. “taeyong please! i don’t need this right now just please leave me alone.” you sighed laying back in bed facing away from him.

“fuck. okay whatever ill leave you alone.” taeyong leaves the bedroom. you hear some shuffling then your front door. which means your boyfriend has left. the thought now causing you to sigh again.

you don’t have a single idea as to why you’re treating him like this. you two have never been like this towards each other. aka you have never been so bitchy. you didn’t feel good but that wasn’t his fault. you are starting to feel guilty about your behavior.

salty tears filling your eyes as you lay in bed. you get up to go to the bathroom washing your face of the tears. you lay back in bed falling asleep shortly after.

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you wake up from your nap a few hours later. you don’t feel much better than earlier but you definitely know you need to talk to your boyfriend. you look next to you to see the bed empty. you get out of bed making your way to the living room.

you see taeyong laying on the couch watching tv quietly. you give him a glance making your way to get some water. you take a sip of your water before going over to him.

“tae? can we talk..?” you ask him sitting next to him. he looks at you for a moment nodding his head a little. he sits up to look at you.

“baby im sorry. i don’t know why i was acting like that earlier. you didn’t deserve that.” you sigh going to grab his hand. “im really sorry baby.” you say again. he pulls you into a hug. “babe it’s okay. it hurt my feelings but im feeing better now.

“i know tae and im so sorry. i never want to hurt your feelings.” he smiles giving you a quick kiss. “okay well i forgive you because i love you.” he says giving you another kiss.

“i love you too tae.” you hug him again. and he pulls you to lay on him. he cuddles you softly. you two smiling at each other.

“should we order some food baby?” you ask him suddenly. he nods quickly. “i’m starving. i didn’t want to eat without you. i couldn’t.” he sighs. “babe im sorry.” you say sighing. “let’s order takeout and watch movies okay? i promise not to be like that again.” you kiss his cheek smiling.

you and taeyong spend the rest of the night cuddling up with eachother watching movies eating take out.

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darlingdarkly · 3 months

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While I carefully craft part 5 here is a little snippet that I can’t seem to find a proper fit for in the story itself but I love too much to keep all to myself. Call it 4.5 if you will 💕

You come into the lobby and just like clockwork he’s there, shining teeth and bright baby blues. There’s a glint in them you’ve seen before and the part of you that remembers the consequences of said glint is yelling at you from its place buried in the back gray matter of your brain that he’s up to something. You can’t immediately see anything out of ordinary just him and what looks like a protein shake in his hand, nothing unusual.

He takes your bag from you and thrusts the blender cup into your hands. You look down at it, the top is covered with an opaque black lid and while the cup itself is semi see through, it’s frosted which means all you can really tell from the outside is that it’s about three quarters of the way full and the liquid inside is a creamy white.

“What’s this Johnny?” He smiles at you, one that is probably meant to put you at ease but still has your wind up, way up. “It’s a protein shake, hen. Made it me’self. S’gonna get ye into gear and get yer blood pumping, gonna push ye nice and hard today so ah figured ye needed a bit of a boost. Drink.”

He doesn’t give you time to protest just takes it from your hands and puts the straw up to your mouth, you give him one last cautionary look and take the straw between your lips, warily. He watches intently as you suck on the tip and the cold, creamy mixture pours over your tongue. It’s sweet and admittedly delicious, there’s a salty undertone you can’t quite place but otherwise is quite enjoyable.

You moan a little as it rolls into your mouth and down the back of your throat and you swear you almost see his knees buckle underneath him. You pull away, still wary of whatever antics you’re sure he’s still up to. “You ok?” He nods, a nonverbal communication that is very uncharacteristic of him but you let it slide and suck down more of his protein drink.

“Johnny, what’s in this?” He smiles and pulls you into his side as he walks you further into the building. “Bananas, milk, a bit of whey. Do ye like it?” You nod and scrunch your nose up a little. “It’s a bit salty though, is that like sea salt caramel or something?”

His eyes light up, like he’s just had a brilliant idea and agrees. “Aye lass, sea salt caramel. Do ye feel it working, energizing ye?” Maybe it’s just all the sugar but you do feel something, a kind of rush zinging through you.

“Yeah. I like it, it’s good. Can you give me the recipe, I wanna make it before I go to work so I can start my day with it.” He seems a bit dumbfounded at this but quickly stutters forth an answer, something that should have concerned you but you let it pass without so much as another accusatory glance.

“Jus’ let me make ‘em for ye hen. The ingredients are hard tae find and can be a bit tedious tae make.” You just shrug and take your gym bag from him. He watches you disappear into the women’s locker room, humming a little as you sip deeply from the straw and get another big gulp of his very special protein shake. Made with Bananas, milk, a bit of whey and his cum.

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jmvore · 4 months

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thank you, alpha. | kth

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › a/b/o, slice of life » PAIRING(S) › kim taehyung x reader » WORD(S) › 3k+ » SYNOPSIS › There's one thing you will always do for your omega and that is make sure he's happy, loved, and completely satisfied. » WARNING(S) › alpha!f!reader, omega!taehyung, taehyung being a sweetheart, sub!tae, domme!reader, mentions of your relationship being a social pariah by some, taehyung being loved, their wolves can talk to each other, fluctuation of nicknames because why not. » SMUT WARNING(S) › consented somnophilia, tae sub drops, soft aftercare, pussy eating, ass play, strap-on usage, cowgirl positions, domme/sub dynamic, taehyung just wants to please his alpha, soft!domme!reader, feral wolves, handjob, tae riding a strap-on, cowboy tae (tae rides the strap). » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 01/17/2022 » RE-POSTED DATE › 01/04/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! they’re so cute. Anyway, thanks for reading lovelies. I decided to write small drabbles for them because I love this couple so much but this was the very first.

'Pretty, Pretty. Mate Pretty.'

You could hear your wolf vibrating with excitement as you rubbed your finger over the mole on his cheek and smiled. He looks so stunning cuddled into your side. You want him to sleep, but you also want him to wake up so you can play again.

'Touch mate!' She's going feral as you can feel it.

With your hand down his pants, you trace your finger over the tip of his dick until you can feel him harden under your touch. Plus it was your little prince's birthday and what better way to show how much you love him than to wake him with your lips wrapped around his cock.

He squirms, trying to get comfortable no doubt his body is unsure of what's happening until he lets a moan slip from his lips. You take to rolling your tongue around the tip, feeling a little of his pre-cum seep onto your tongue. A little salty, A little sweet but all yours. It's when you start to bob your head, he begins to stir slightly but still doesn't wake up.

You lift his legs up to place them over your shoulders as you run your tongue from his pretty hole back to his dick. He shivers around your now-inserted finger.

“Please…” He desperately whines but he's still not awake. Not yet.

'Mate wants us.' Your wolf whines. 'Go to him, Moon,' You reply, hearing her chirp with excitement.

You feel the moment they connect. You know your wolves are together while you tend to Taehyung. You continue pumping your finger in and out, leaning over his body to begin peppering kisses to his face.

“Wake up, My Prince,” You whisper into his ear before rolling your tongue over your mark that sits right next to his collarbone. His back arches the moment you grace his prostate, his cock straining for some sort of relief as you continue kissing against his neck.

“Come on, honey. Eyes open.”

Taehyung whines but rubs his eyes the moment he awakens.

"Morning Gorgeous."

You slow down because you don't want him to cum like this.

"My pretty mate."

“Alpha...” Taehyung sighs as you climb up his body to settle your sex on his. He gasps as you start to roll your hips, your pussy pressed against his cock. It's so wet and warm, he's sure he is going to cum soon. He's completely engulfed in your scent (not that he's complaining) but it's a little overwhelming when he first wakes up. “Wan' You.”

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

He reaches for you with a doopy smile the moment you lock gazes. He's so drunk on you as he caresses the mating bite you gave him a couple of weeks ago. An official status update for the two of you. He's been wearing it proudly ever since.

“Tell me what you need, Prince.”

“You… Wan' you so bad, Alpha.” He whispers, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhales your juniper berry and pine scent, all while he’s grinding against you. Your scent is spiking with his lavender and sage and well, if your condo didn't have special walls to keep your scents in then you were sure they probably could smell the both of you all the way in the lobby.

That's how feral you are for each other.

“Alpha Please.”

“Yeah? You want me?” He enthusiastically nods. “Then kiss me, pretty.”

You tap your lips to encourage him as he surges forward to give you one. Starting off slow, he twists his head as a peck turns into soft kissing and eventually a make-out session.��

It's then that he crawls away from you, leaving you confused until he turns you over on your back. He quickly taps your thighs so you know to spread them apart as he settles between them with a smile. His hands on your knees, he leans forward to kiss you one last time before kissing and nipping at your calf causing you to gasp out a moan.

“Teasing, Are we?”

He only smiles and slowly makes his way down. When he said ‘make love’ last night, he wasn’t kidding because he’s taking his time with you and appreciating every inch of your body.

Like you would for him.

He knows you have insecurities of your own, being a female Alpha in this world is never easy but he wants to wash every worry away with each and every kiss that lands.

“You’re so soft,” He murmurs near your collarbone. “So, sexy.”

“Show your Alpha What you can do,” You gasp, rolling your hips into his erection as he growls. Seeing you so needy and blissed in the euphoria of pleasure is one of his favorite sights. He quickly kisses your breast, nipping into the soft flesh as his right hand caresses the other. He plays with your nipple by rubbing circles into it, feeling it pebble up against his touch. Attaching his mouth to the left nipple, he flicks his tongue over it and gently bites the bud as he’s turned on how loud you are.

He mewls as you urge him along because if you’re being honest, his touch alone is driving you mad. When your father said everything you do with your mate will feel like heaven, they weren't kidding.

Your back arches when his other hands come up to caress your breast, as he gently pulls and tugs at your nipples.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” You praise.

“You taste amazing.”

“Oh, yeah?” You giggle, running your fingers through his hair to get a good look at him but soon switch tunes when he presses his finger onto your damped panties. He can feel just how wet you’ve become because of him. Smell how your scent is spiking the more he touches you. His right brow corks at the volume change in your voice, noting how you sound as if you're about to moan.

"I wanna hear you." He mumbles, slowly dragging your panties down your legs. Some of your wetness sticks to your bottoms but it only serves for him to lick his lips, anticipating the taste. He wants to taste you but he really wants to feel you more.

"I'll be as loud as you want me to be, love."

He moans at that, kissing the crease between where your thigh and pussy meet. He runs his finger along your pussy lips to gather a little slick on his finger and licks them clean before taking the moment to push his long finger inside.

"Fuck Tae!" Working his wrist, he leans forward to kiss around your clit again— so red, he knows if he sucks it just right he’ll be able to get you to cum but he avoids doing that. Instead, he gives your pussy little kitten licks while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Sh-Shit—” You grip the covers around you, spreading your legs wider but, before you can even begin to process how close you are, he pulls his fingers away to suck them clean again. "Really?"

'Mate good. Mate tastes good. Wan' please our Mate.'

"They're going feral for each other," You chuckle, bending forward to caress his cheek.

"Because we are feral for each other," He whispers, melting into your touch as his whole body buzzes with excitement. He melts into your hand and glances at you with the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen.

"Don't look at me like that unless you want me to fuck you dumb," You chuckle as Taehyung whines.

"Please..." He settles back on his hind legs to rub his cock against your wet cunt. He's slow to push in, though his cock rubs against your walls so deliciously. You moan his name, begging for him to bottom out. His favorite sounds come to flourish throughout the dimly lit room. “God, You’re so tight, Alpha... So wet...”

“Only for you, Omega.” Taehyung purrs in response causing you to growl in response.

"I-I'm going to move now."

You nod as your pussy grips his cock like you're squeezing him for a hug. Your walls feel like velvet each time he moves.

Taehyung reaches for your hand to hold, sighing when he bottoms out. You reach between you to help him make you cum when he picks up his speed. He whines at this but as he watches you slowly rub your clit, his cock disappearing and reappearing with your wetness covering it, it also helps him when you start to clench around his cock.

How do you always feel this good?

“F-Fuck Alpha…” He groans and holds onto your hips for leverage. He would drown in your pussy if he could, his wolf chirping from being so happy. In return, it causes you and your wolf to dreamily sigh.

Falling more in love with your Omega by the minute.

"Alpha..." His voice is pure honey as he takes his time.

"C'mon Omega. Make me cum, love." He fucks you harder, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a steady rhythm. Taehyung knows his cock is bigger than most omegas, and knows the burn he gives you is something most alphas can’t give. He remembers the first time you tried to take him without help… It didn’t go so well. Though you didn’t complain, he knew it hurt and that was the last thing he wanted.

“Does it feel good, Alpha?” He seeks your praise and wants to know you’re feeling all of him as he bottoms out.

“It feels great angel, keep going. I’m okay, I'm almost, fuck, I'm almost there.”

You can’t see it since your eyes are closed and your head is tossed back but he’s pink in the cheeks when an involuntary whimper leaves his lips. He does as he’s told as he moves your hand so he can be the one who plays with your clit. You begin to tremble underneath his touch. You’re always taking care of him so right now your pleasure is his central desire.

As he moves at your command, his eyes are drawn to how his cock stretches you. It's amazing how well you can handle him, even for an alpha. It helps that you're so unbelievably wet too. He slides in and out of you with little grace.

You feel like literal heaven.

“Are you okay, angel?” Taehyung nods, but whimpers louder as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Baby?”

His hips stutter as he falls forward, caging you with his arms. He leans in for a kiss. So hot, effortless, and heavy with so much love that he understands you're just as close as he is. When he pulls away you smile, caressing his face as he sighs against your lips.

“Still good?”

“R-Ride me, please?” It's a simple request. One that gets a giggle out of you but who are you to deny your omega's wishes?

“Is that what you want?”

“Y-Yeah, it just feels so much better— fuck —“ He feels you slightly move, trying his best to tell you he’s okay but that's easier said than done. He knows if he moves, he’ll cum. It would probably only take one thrust and well, he wants you to cum first. Plus with the way the butt plug from earlier continues to scrap against his prostate, it's making it so much worse.

"You look so cute begging me, honey."

Taehyung carefully pulls out and instantly pulls you to settle in his lap as he leans his head back into the headboard.

“Alpha P-Please...” He whines, gripping your waist for good measure.

"Should I give you what you want?"

"Yes! Yes! I've been good. I'm good boy." You want to kiss away his pout as you guide his dick to whichever hole you want to be fucked in. Which happens to be your pussy at the moment. He bottoms out again with a soft mewl, gripping your waist as tight as he can. “S-Shit, How are you still this tight?”

You chuckle, rotating your hips to match him. His hold tightens and you know it will leave bruises in the morning. Right now, however, you just want your baby to be satisfied, and from the looks of it. He is.

“I- ah! ah!” He can barely speak, his eyes are practically screwed shut as he falls back to let you ride him.

“You’re so good. Being such a good boy.”

“I’m your good boy,” He whines, pulling you closer as you nose at his neck and lean in to take a whiff of his scent. You can feel the bond buzz with so much love that you can feel it down to your soul. You can't help but want to kiss him silly, show him that you love him just as much as he loves you.

"So good, baby boy." He frantically nods as his fingers trace down your back. “So fucking good.”

"I wanna cum."

"Then cum, baby."

You lean upward as your nails dig into his bare chest. He watches you rut into his pelvis. So turned on at how you're using his cock to make yourself cum. Although, he can't bring himself to. Not yet.

"Are you going to cum for you, Alpha?"

"Yes," He lies as his hands feel up and down your body before grabbing your breast.

It can be felt in the pit of your stomach as the moans grow louder with each bounce. His grip on your breast tightens as he pulls you closer and thrusts harder. The pleasure is intense and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm cumming..." You sigh the moment you reach your climax. You close your eyes and arch your back as pleasure floods through you. His lips move against your neck as his hands continue their exploration. You feel yourself drifting away, completely and utterly lost in the moment. It takes you a minute but as you slowly come down from your high, you notice something is wrong.

“You didn’t cum?” You ask, panting and trying to catch your breath. You know you’re the only one who came because usually, Taehyung is just as vocal as you are. He closes his eyes to feel your breath on his skin before answering.

“No,” He sighs, trying to keep calm when you climb off his lap to begin stroking him. He reaches for your hand to stop you before you can try to stroke him harder. “I-I wanna cum with you inside me. Wan’ your knot.”

When you catch his eye, you see a little gleam in it as you smirk.

“Of course, that can be arranged.”

You climb off the bed as he watches you fish for the box you keep under the bed with your toys. He's practically buzzing with the excitement of knowing you are about to wreck him and he can't say he's not happy about it. He wants it so bad. He needs it. Mewling and nodding in agreement, you show him which one you grabbed. He’s okay with any of them, honestly.

Straps secured to your hips, he holds his legs open for you to crawl between as you settle on your knees above him. He tries his best to sit up so he can grab ahold of you but pouts when you push him back down. When you grab the lube, you pour some onto his hole before rubbing more on your cock.

“Please? I’m ready…” He whines, scooting closer to the toy as you lick your lips at the sight of him. His dick still standing tall, proud, and hard. It looks as if he’s about to burst at any given moment with how red his tip has gotten.

“So pretty.” You whisper as he grins playfully, listening to you snicker at how much he’s blushing. “So gorgeous. Aren’t you, Omega?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“And all mine.”

“Yours. Always yours,” He whimpers the moment you rub your thumb over his cheek and when he takes your thumb into his mouth to suck, you groan. He knows what to do to get you going, and knows how to push each and every button you have. You love that about him. It’s never dull and he’s always full of surprises. Like now as you feel him suck on each finger before stopping at your ring finger to trail his tongue over his initials. “I love you, Alpha.”

You growl as you press your lips into his mating bite on his neck. Your hips begin slowly but gradually picking up the pace once you see him begin to roll his hips with you. His gasps and moans fill the room as he clutches onto your back, hard. His nails making his mark all over you.

“Fuck! Fuck !” Tae chirps, toes curling in as he arches his back once you press right into his prostate.

“Yeah? Feel good, baby? Love it when I fill you up, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“I do. I fucking do. P-Please.”

“You’re gonna beg for me, my love?”

He whines, begging for more of your touch. For more of your love. For more of you.

“You’re doing so well.” You keep his body close until he nudges your hip and you find yourself being flipped over.

“Wanna ride you,” He says rather quickly, but you know it’s because he’s ready to cum. Therefore, you settle back against the bed and smile before guiding him to sit in your lap. He doesn’t even wait for you because he's already rotating his hips, his back arching as he hisses. The feeling is pleasant.

“C’mere.” You bring him closer, your lips twist and turn as he immediately wraps his arms around your neck like yours were earlier. He rolls his hips with a lopsided smile, sighing when his head falls forward and your hand immediately goes through his hair. “Come on baby, you can do it.”

He’s right there. He knows he’s there as he feels your hand wraps around his cock to push him through but he can’t bring himself to move.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I just— ohgod !” Taehyung's arms tighten around your neck when his hips buck forward from the pressure and when you spank his plump ass, his nails dig into the middle of your back. “Alpha...” He whines. So loud, so sexy.

You nod in understanding, gently pushing him onto his back again and spreading his legs further open. His hands squeeze your arm when you insert yourself back into him, pushing his legs up to meet his chest.

You start slow. Knowing that once you begin, he won't want you to stop, but he's ready for more.

“Faster! Faster… Please.” He pants, tossing his head back against the mountain of pillows as you’re giving it to him like he wants it. “S-So good! Alpha!”

“Oh yeah? You like this baby?” You smirk, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. You find his prostate again as he nibbles on his bottom lip to the point of almost breaking the skin. "No, baby."

You press your thumb against his chin to get him to let go of his lip.

"Cum..."

"So soon?" You tease as he nods. His dick twitches with every motion but you know he’s about to cum. He does too. He welcomes the feeling as he grabs your hand and pumps his cock harder. His lips mash with yours as your hips continue to move. “You look so good baby with my cock in you.” You nip at his lip, wrapping your hand around his throat but, of course, not enough to choke him. He leans into it, his hair falling over his eyes as he begs. “So pretty, just for me and taking my knot like you were meant to.”

“Your knot only wants your knot. It feels good," Taehyung whines as he chants about how much he loves being full. His voice cracks when you move your hand from his neck to his dick to jack him off. You watch his cute tummy start to clench as he tries to stop himself from cumming. “I-I’m about to— ahhh —fuck! Alpha !” He whines but doesn’t make the move to stop you. “I-I’m about to cum !”

“Cum for me, pretty boy. Let me see the mess you make for me.”

One more hit to his prostate and he’s done for. Eyes roll to the back of his head as he grips the sheets under him. You watch his cum paint his chest white, his cock spaz as he arches his body off the bed. When he opens his eyes, you can tell that he's out of it. His eyes glaze over as he stares directly at you with a soft pout.

“Alpha!” He whines and you immediately know what he wants.

“My pretty omega,” You praise him, hearing his omega purr in return. You kiss him all over his face before making your way toward his mating bite to lick and kiss it as well. “You did so well for me.”

“Good boy…”

“My good boy,” You chuckle, leaning up to caress the side of his face. “Are you back with me, honey?”

He nods, glossy eyes gazing at you with so much love. He chirps with excitement, his omega more than pleased with the way your alpha has been taking care of them. His smile is dopey, a little lazy but you allow him to have this as he finally comes back down from his high. Your alpha, she takes pride in being able to please him the way he needs it.

The way he wants it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhm. M’kay…” He yawns, feeling you finally pull back once the toy’s knot allows you to release yourself from him.

You caress his face and he leans into your touch, wanting nothing more than to be as close to you as he possibly can.

"Tell me what you need, Omega."

"Hold me..." While peppering kisses all over his face, he slips into his headspace. A tender embrace and words of love are what he needs as you caress parts of him you can get your hands on. His lips part as he sighs in pleasure. He feels the warmth of your body against his, and your heart beats in unison with his.

You both close your eyes and savor the moment of connection.

“You did so well for me, my love. You're always so good.”

He relaxes and melts into your body, feeling safe and secure as you give him the love he deserves.

When you try to get up, however, his purr turns into a soft growl.

"Don't leave..."

"I have to take this off, sweetheart." You start to unstrap yourself (making a note to get everything cleaned and put away once he's in a deep sleep). Once you're done, he's quick to toss it to the side. It’s cute how he settles himself between your legs so you can't go anywhere. He crawls up your chest to snuggle into your breast, sighing when you wrap your arms around him. "No leave."

"No?"

"No."

You chuckle as his eyes begin to flutter shut. You know he's falling asleep to the beat of your heart.

“My sweet baby.” There is a softness to his purrs. After massaging his hair for a while, he is out like a light. He has a soft glow to him that makes you and your Alpha keen with amusement.

You never thought you would ever have an omega that you would love the way you do him and well, it’s nice to be able to love and be loved in return.

“I love you, pretty boy.”

You lean forward to kiss his forehead before settling back yourself to begin your descent into sleep. You can feel the warmth of his smile against your stomach. He's happy to finally have an alpha who loves him no matter how ‘different’ he is from a traditional omega. You're not a traditional alpha either and well, this isn't a traditional relationship but he's okay with that and he's okay with being yours as much as you are his.

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new heights

Back in the days Taemin used to date a lot of girls that were easy - easy to impress, easy to have and easy to manipulate.

They were infatuated with him, blatantly oblivious to his real character, solely obsessed with his idol persona.

He would toy with them, but none of them had what it took for him to fall in love.

He’d use them as he pleased.

Used them from the back, front, upside down, standing, sitting, in public or behind closed doors but it was always him asserting dominance, remaining in control.

Until you showed up.

Blowjobs were a risky thing for him, giving up control and letting you lead was terrifying to him.

Terrifyingly sexy.

„Baby, why are you on your knees?“

He was pushed against the wall, nowhere left to go. Taemin looked down and watched you, sat on your knees looking up to him, batting your lashes at him.

„Is that a problem, Tae Tae?“, you purred seductively.

He shook his head and watched your fingers glide over his legs - starting with the shins and going up to his thighs.

His heart started beating faster, suddenly he was hyper aware of the room‘s hotness.

Taemin placed his hands on your head, guiding you, trying to regain some control but you hissed at him instantly.

„Arms up, Taemin“, you commanded sternly.

He obliged, putting his arms up as if he had been caught by the police.

„Good boy“, you praised him proudly.

Your fingers traced further north, playing with the buttons on his pants. They were silver and cold to the touch.

You looked up at him again and asked innocently: „May I?“

God, how could he deny you?

Your beautiful eyes were glistening with desire, full of longing for him. He watched you lick your lips in anticipation, ready to devour him.

Taemin nodded silently, still pressed to the wall. He watched you unzip his pants and pull them down, admiring the impressive bulge that had formed underneath his boxers.

His heart was beating like a drum, his ears were ringing, he could hardly hear anything anymore.

Swiftly, you pulled down his boxers and were taken aback by his cock - massively throbbing for you.

„Fuck Taemin, it’s a shame you rarely let me give you head. Your cock is screaming for me, look at this.“, you mused.

In this moment he had to agree, giving up control more often may not be that bad after all.

You gave him one final look, batting your doll eyes at him before you took him all in, instantly moaning in pleasure.

Taemin‘s eyes rolled back, surrendering to this sensation.

You had trouble fitting all of him in your mouth but luckily you had hands to help, giving him a mixture of the wetness of your mouth and the force of your hands.

„Fuck“, he moaned under his breath.

You wanted this so badly, wanted to let him know how much you desired him.

His chest was heaving heavier, as he was already close.

„I want to touch you, y/n“, he whispered as he watched you from above.

You met his gaze and ignited an even bigger fire within him, seeing you sucking on his dick did a number on his ego.

Taemin lovingly placed his hands around your face, cupping you as you sucked harder.

You were good at this, oh absolutely, but it was not the touch of your plush lips around his cock or your tongue swirling around his glans or the poking against your throat, no, it were your eyes that drove him over the edge.

Your beautiful eyes that were filled with desire, longing and love for only him. Those eyes that never lied, always declaring the truth were the ones that made him cum in your mouth.

Taemin tasted heavenly, the perfect mixture of salty and sweet.

You sucked him off, garnering the last drop before you let go of him happily.

Before you could stand up he got down on his knees and crashed his lips onto yours, forcefully tasting himself on you.

„Thank you, baby“, he huffed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.

„For what?“

He chuckled sweetly.

„For taking me to new heights, y/n.“

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cerenemuxse · 7 months

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"He Squawks!"

7th October 1963

The story can be found at @eosr-by-muxse for easier access.

Under an agreement between James and the rest of the North Westerners, after every October 6th, James is allowed to spook any of his fellow co-workers. This year has a bit of a surprise for him.

For Traintober 2023: Day 8 - Bird

In Tidmouth Yards, three engines were laughing about as they cleaned up the little mishap one of them caused. Troublesome Trucks had been derailed by accident.

“Thon wis quite a scare, Jim!” piped up Donald with a chuckle. “Ye could’nae even wait a single day noo, could ye?”

James laughed loudly. “Of course not! It’s past my birthday, just like we agreed~!”

“We ken, auld man!” Douglas said cheekily as he pulled a Troublesome Truck back on the line. “At least we won’t be needin’ the cranes.”

“Ye’re gettin’ better at spookin’,” Donald added with the same cheekiness.

“As if I was never good at it!” huffed the red medium-sized tender engine playfully, giving a cross look at the Scottish twins. Within seconds of silence full of steam being bellowed, all three engines burst into laughter once again as they continued pulling the trucks back onto the tracks.

Once they were done, Donald asked. “Sae, who’s yer next victim?”

“Emily, of course! As always.”

“As always?” asked Douglas with a chuckle. “Sae we’re always first? How sweet, Jim.”

With another playful huff, James replied, “Well, you’re the furthest away from my branch line, and I haven’t seen you both in a while, except for the weekends, that is.”

“We saw ye yesterday, auld man,” reminded Douglas.

“But still-!”

“We get it, Jimmy,” interrupted Donald. “Still cannae believe ye’re turning fifty-ane ance this month is over.”

“May I remind you that you’re both fifty-four years old. You’re both not that much older than me, ‘auld man,’” James retorted with a tease, mimicking the twins’ Scottish accent.

“Alricht, get goin’ then if ye want tae catch Emily,” huffed Donald, shooing the larger engine away. “We dinnae want the Big Man findin’ oot aboot this.”

“Right!” puffed James. With two sharp whistles from the polished brass object, James reversed and gathered his goods train that was headed to the docks. Half of the train was from the Ffarquhar Quarry and the other was from the Goram Fell Quarry, so the trucks were full of stone. Thankfully, these trucks weren’t Troublesome Trucks. Otherwise, they would’ve gotten James back for the incident that had occurred moments prior.

The red medium-sized tender engine pulled out of the yard with his goods train and went onto the Main Line, heading towards the Brendam Branch Line.

…

Brendam Docks was busy as usual with Salty bustling about and Cranky loading and unloading cargo. Goods trains were being set up as James approached Cranky.

"Here's James!" he exclaimed, whistling sharply. "Here's my train, Cranky!"

"You're gonna have to move along, James!" exclaimed Cranky with his typical grump. "I need to load another train now. You can put it underneath the dock manager's building for now!"

Without another word, James whistled once more and moved ahead. He made sure the brake van of his goods train sat right outside of the roofline of the building. Once that was done, he collected his brake van and moved along, only to find another engine stalled ahead.

Although James hadn't planned on adding this particular engine to his list, he gave it a second thought. With a soft but mischievous chuckle, he whispered, "I've been a little too nice to Edward."

His driver, Fred, caught wind and immediately spoke up. "Oh, don't you even think about it!" he whispered hastily as he grabbed the handbrake. "Come on, old boy! We're gonna be late!"

"Pft! We'll be fine. I'll only take a moment!" he whispered. Fred and George looked at one another before giving in, with Fred letting go of the handbrake. James snickered as he approached the blue medium-sized tender engine as slowly as he could. Knowing that Edward lacked the ability to open his smokebox door, James moved closer than he typically would. Once he was at the halfway point of Edward's goods train, he stopped, making sure Edward hadn't taken notice. The other engine didn't do anything but hum about, presumably waiting around. With a devious grin, James rushed forward with full force and hollered, "I'm behind you!" as loud as he could.

Edward let out a very loud squawk, startled by the sudden scream and red blur rushing past him.

James immediately pulled on his brakes the moment the sound left the other engine's mouth. The noise had shaken him out of his joy, making it short-lived. Slowly, he reversed until his smokebox aligned with Edward. He popped open his smokebox door, seeing Edward's face.

Edward's eyes were blown open, his lips creased together in a thin straight line, and his cheeks were burning to a near sooty black.

"Did you just-?" began James.

"Naw!" immediately squeaked the smaller engine, trying to be stern. "Naw, I didnae!"

"You squawked like a seagull!" exclaimed James, flustering Edward even further. "I can't believe it! He squawks!"

"James, please-!" he insisted, still trying to be stern.

"I wonder if Duck quacks?" asked James smugly. "Now wouldn't that be a treat?"

"James!"

"Oh, I won't tell anyone, Edward, if that's the problem."

"Well, aye, but-!"

"I've gotta go now! Talk to you later!" exclaimed the red medium-sized tender engine giddily before rushing off, leaving behind a very flustered Edward.

Just a fun short story! Looks like I did get a chance to join Traintober this year just for a bit.

#ttte james #ttte edward #ttte donald #ttte douglas #engines of sudrian rails (shipverse) by muxse #engines of sudrian rails by muxse #traintober 2023 #this idea has been brewing in my mind for a good while #so with the recent changes i made to the storyline #it was perfect timing #my writing #ttte fic

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Bedeviled | Chapter 7: Adamantine

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 8.6k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, anxiety, mentions of a night terror, cruelty, physical violence, gore, blood, fear, frightening depictions of Hell and people in it, hopelessness, some tEnsiOn, pls kindly let me know if there's anything I missed. this chapter could be disturbing for some readers, pls read at your own discretion.

When you open your eyes, it's a little disorienting to see that the sky hasn't lightened any.

If anything, it's gotten even darker. You're not sure how long you were asleep. It doesn't really matter though, because no matter how much sleep you get, the exhaustion that has seeped into your bones won't be lessened.

Not until you leave this place.

"Give that Flame to your stupid little bastard friend, your ass is never leaving this place. Glad you finally figured that out."

You put your hands over your eyes, still lying on the ground. After a moment, you rub your eyes, then uncover your face.

The first thing you notice is that the fire is no longer there.

That might explain why it feels darker than it did when you fell asleep.

The second thing you notice is that the rock he was lying on is empty. A quick glance around shows that he is, in fact, gone.

You sigh and rub the back of your neck as you sit up and look around once more.

Your left wrist is starting to throb again, the bottoms of your feet already feeling swollen and tender even while you were asleep.

Curling up and tucking your face into your knees, you try to conjure up the dream you were having, before it had turned into a hellish nightmare and woke you up.

You were in the old swing; Tae was pushing you gently as you looked up through the tops of the trees. It lasted for quite a while.

You and Taehyung were whispering and laughing about whatever the newest gossip in the village was that day. You met Tae on your tenth birthday, he was thirteen and new to the village. The two of you became friends quickly.

The dream you were having took place when you were sixteen, there was so much to gossip about at the time. Your best friend was busy that day with something he refused to tell you about, so you and Tae went into the forest to kill time before getting to know the surprise.

It felt like the dream lasted hours, it was so wonderful.

You miss them.

Your friends, your older cousin, the old swing.

You can't wait to leave this place and see them again.

"Apple!" The cheerful call reaches your ears, an echo of the dream.

Tears spring to your eyes as you lift your head and see nothing but dark dusty terrain that stretches on and on as far as the naked eye can see.

"Apple!" The way the sound of your nickname being called morphs brings a pit to your stomach, "Apple!!"

His tortured screams bounce around in your head.

"Help me!!"

You cover your ears, pushing against your skull with so much force you might actually damage your ears.

If only you could rip them off.

It wouldn't end the horrifying sounds cursing you with every breath you take.

Please, make it stop-

"Looks like you finally decided to grace Hell with your consciousness."

You flinch and look up to see him walking towards you.

"Bad dream?" He pouts at you in mock pity as you shakily bring your hands down.

You need to take a second, not answering him as you just stare.

"What? Don't tell me you're actually crying over a nightmare."

You wipe under your eyes to feel the salty tears that lay there.

Forgot you were crying...

"Where were you?" You ask hoarsely.

"Why? Afraid I might be escorting another little mortal girl through Hell?" A smirk spreads on his face, "Jealous, sweetheart?"

You shake your head, but don't bother to snap back.

You're still trying to ground yourself and recover from the deep crevices in your mind that love to torture you endlessly.

"You know, she's a lot more pleasant than you. We had a little fun in the second circle."

Your eyes snap to him and he laughs loudly at the fact that his little fib worked.

"Uh huh, so you are the jealous type."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"Even if I was," you gingerly check the bandages on your feet, "Why are you assuming you're the one I would be jealous over?"

"Your little boyfriend that can't take care of himself? That's who you'd be fighting the ugly green monster over? Pathetic," he spits.

"Not my boyfriend," you remind him absentmindedly as you concentrate on your injuries.

"Well then, if you're not the jealous type, is he?" He asks curiously.

You nod, "Yup."

That makes his infamous smirk return as he watches you.

"If you ever wanna have some fun, little mortal, let me know. Could get him to fall for you in seconds."

Your cheeks flush at his offer and you gulp, refusing to look at him.

The next thing you know, he's crouching next to you, too close for comfort as he says, "You might not be throwing yourself at me, girl. But that doesn't mean you don't want to. If you think I can't feel your urges, you're wrong."

You look him dead in the eyes, "Why would I want anything to do with a demon that's done nothing but hurt me and use my pain against me in every way he can think of?"

"Because you can't resist me. But don't blame yourself, no human can," he whispers, leaning closer even as you lean away, "You're just dying for a taste, aren't you?"

The way his eyes flit from yours to your lips makes a horrible flutter in your tummy that you try to push down.

He leans so close that you can feel his cold breath against your mouth and nose.

"Is the cold-hearted demon already catching feelings?" You whisper back in a moment of desperation to have the upper hand.

His eyes harden and he pulls away, a brief look of disgust on his unnaturally handsome face.

"Feelings? For this wretched little hag of a human?" JK picks up a lock of your knotted hair and drops it, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His tone turns mocking once more. At least you got him to back up for a second, "If you think for a second I would lower myself that much, think again."

"You're already in Hell," you say back evenly, not breaking eye contact as you whisper, "How much lower can you get?"

You see his jaw clench and his hand squeeze into a fist.

Without flinching, you brace yourself for him to strike you in the face by gently closing your eyes.

But the hit never comes.

You gulp and stay where you are for a little longer, but when it becomes apparent that he's not going to hurt you, you open your eyes.

JK is standing a few feet away, staring at the ground with a glare fit to kill.

When he senses your movement, his glare turns to you.

"You act like you're so much better," he spits, "At least I didn't condemn myself to Hell for something as pathetic and fleeting as love."

You stand up, "Why did you condemn yourself here?"

He strides over to you, snarling, "I chose to be here. I chose to have my own power, not to answer to Him, not to be shackled to some duty of the greater good for the whole of my eternal sad little life."

"Power? You did this for power? Tell me JK, what power do you have?" You ask in disbelief, "You are shackled. All you do is walk around manipulating and tormenting and stealing souls. For who? You're telling me you chose this? That you do this for you?"

"I would choose it again, every single fucking time."

You shake your head, "You made a mistake-"

"Who are you to tell me I made a mistake?!" He roars, "I'd rather be stuck hunting every soul in this sorry excuse for a world than love someone who doesn't even love me back, who makes me lower myself so far that I'll be tortured for the rest of eternity just to let them have a longer life!!"

You stare at him, saying nothing.

It makes him even angrier.

"Your sorry ass can't even begin to understand what you've done for the sake of love," he says the last word like it tastes foul on his tongue, "You will regret ever coming here by the time I'm done with you. But that regret will get you nowhere."

The demon gets closer, "You will soon see what suffering is, I've gone easy on you. You can cry and scream and beg all you want; He won't have mercy on you. He sits up there on his throne and throws his creations away like they're worth no more than a piece of shit."

"You said you chose to-"

"Because I'd rather rot away down here than answer to Him," the demon seethes, "You think I'm cruel, mortal? You know nothing of cruelty. Take a look around you. Look at where you are. We're here because of Him."

You look away, locking your gaze on the ground.

He scoffs, "You know I'm right."

"You're not," You whisper.

"Whatever," he turns and starts walking, "I don't care what happens to you or your stupid little friend."

You watch after him as he keeps walking, never slowing down to let you catch up.

He's lying.

Taking a deep breath to collect yourself, you start to follow.

If you thought your feet hurt before, the pain radiating through them now is nearly unbearable. All you can do is stare at the demon's back as he walks, keeping yourself grounded as you limp after him.

I'm not gonna give up.

I promise.

I'll save you.

You keep repeating these in your head and sometimes in a whisper to yourself. At one point though, you think he might hear you, because he looks over his shoulder and scoffs before marching ahead faster than before.

It felt like the vast field was never going to end, but like each circle thus far, it does. There's a forest just ahead that you think might wrap around the entire fourth circle. Closing in the desolate wasteland with a ring of dead trees.

You're not sure if the fifth circle begins in the forest though, it might not start until you're out...

JK walks without hesitation into the forest, leaving you to stumble after him, biting your tongue as your feet continue to get poked and slashed by the unforgiving earth.

But you don't stop.

He mutters to himself angrily, kicking stones and sticks and whatever else happens to be unlucky enough to be in his way.

Stupid mortal.

Stupid pathetic ridiculous sad excuse for a mortal.

He needs to control himself, he can't lash out like you make him so desperately want to. Everything is fucked up now, because he lost control. You're the only mortal that has ever weakened his resolve and made him break.

It's your fault he lashed out.

Now he's fucked.

How the hell is he meant to get your soul?

You're already damned to Hell. You made a deal with him and he's not going to lead you out of here. You might not give him your soul, but you won't be able to leave anyway. Not without him leading you out.

The problem isn't you escaping without giving him your soul.

The problem is time. Other demons will eventually find you and take your soul by whatever means they can. You'll wander Hell until they persuade you to give them your soul. You truly screwed yourself over.

He couldn't care less.

But you also screwed him over.

That's what pisses him off to no end.

What the hell is he even doing anyway?

This is a waste of time.

He thought he could manipulate you in so many different ways. Now he doesn't stand a chance. You won't listen to him, not after everything he's done and said.

He should never have made that deal.

If the two of you are found...

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

JK kicks a small stone laying in his path. It flies further than any so far, striking a tree so hard it takes a fairly large chunk of rotting bark with it as it falls to the forest floor.

He breathes heavily.

Calm down.

You need to calm down. Nothing beneficial is going to come out of losing all control.

He stops short, staring at a moldy leaf on the ground.

Then he turns to see you clamoring over a burnt log, your face twisted in pain.

A surge of rage consumes him for a moment when he looks at you.

Then it slowly ebbs away when he takes a few deep breaths.

Okay.

Okay, he's starting to regain control.

He's the one in charge here, not you. He's the one that's dealt with humans since the beginning of time, not you. He can control his emotions and impulses better than any mortal can. You are run by your emotions, all humans are.

At some point, whether it be lust, anger, grief, or anxiety, you will be taken over and he can take that upper hand once more.

Just stay calm.

That's his advantage, he just needs to use it smartly.

You stumble up to him, a look of surprise on your face when you realize he's not a hundred feet away and leaving you in the dust.

"Why did you stop?" You ask breathlessly, the first thing you've said to him in hours.

He looks down to see the bandages wrapped around your feet are soaked in red, not only the bottoms now. He briefly wonders if you cut the tops of your feet or if the bottoms have bled so much it seeped up the cloth until no more white was visible.

Then he looks back at you, "Didn't want to lose you."

He sees you twitch at that, just the smallest reaction, but he caught it.

Of course he did.

Your eyes fluttered for a moment and your lips quivered before you composed yourself.

Of course. Mortals are slaves to their emotions, continuously being bent to the will of them.

The demon smothers the smirk that nearly exposes him, continuing to look at you blankly.

"Ok, well. How much further?" You ask quietly, clearly still out of breath.

"Not much," he says, far too soft for his character as he turns to keep going, "Maybe another hour, no more than that."

You stare at him suspiciously, then you keep walking, staying alert.

He's obviously got some new trick up his sleeve and thinks you'll fall for it.

You shake your head and climb up onto a rotting log.

There was no other way around it, trees and bushes on either side blocking any way but over the top.

Carefully finding the right footholds, you go slow. The last thing you need is to hurt yourself even more. It's already taking you longer than it should with these injuries.

No matter how slowly and carefully you were going, it didn't do you any good when you made a wrong step and wood splintered underneath you.

You lurch forward, arms flailing in the air as you scrunch your face in preparation for hitting the forest floor and probably breaking your nose.

The sudden feeling of hands grasping you and halting your descent makes your eyes fly open.

You're met with the darkest eyes you've ever seen, staring straight into your soul. A full ten seconds goes by while you just stare at each other. You finally snap out of it and look down to see his hands are placed almost under your armpits where he caught you.

You gulp.

The demon doesn't look away when he lifts you a bit to unstick your foot from the log, then gently places you down, not even straining. It was as if he just swooped a toddler up before they ran into something and placed them out of the way.

He's about to keep walking, but stops when he feels a hand on his wrist.

Turning, he locks eyes on your small hand clasped around his wrist, little bits of dried blood are speckled along the back of your hand.

His eyes travel up until they meet yours, but you aren't looking at him.

A tense moment passes then you let go like he burned you, a lump in your throat as you take a faltering step back.

"Sorry," you squeak out.

He doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at you.

After another uncomfortable minute, he turns and keeps walking, as if nothing happened.

You put a hand over your eyes for a second, calming yourself before you follow him.

It's strange, as the two of you walk through the forest, you can feel yourself growing more and more irritated with each step.

That in itself is not much different than it's been the entire time you've been here. The weird part is that there's really no reason for it now. He hasn't said a word, neither of you have, not since you apologized for grabbing his wrist earlier.

He hasn't insulted you, hasn't antagonized you in any way.

So, why are you getting annoyed?

You shake your head, as if the physical action would somehow scatter your thoughts into the wind and you wouldn't have to deal with them anymore.

The feeling of being angry at someone or something, but not knowing what, is worse than one would think. You don't even have anything to think about to channel the anger towards, which makes you even more irritated.

"We're almost there-"

"Don't bother telling me until we're actually there," you snap.

You stop walking, startled at your own words. The demon ahead of you also stops but doesn't turn to look at you.

Eyes shifting around the wooded area surrounding you, you tap your foot in annoyance. You're not sure what made you snap at him like that, but honestly, he deserved it! He might not have done anything at that moment, but that doesn't mean you haven't had more than enough patience with his nasty behavior leading up to now.

He had it coming.

When he starts to turn to look at you, you expect to see him glaring and spitting an offensive remark. You ready yourself to shout an equally nasty comeback, but it dies in your throat when you see a smirk on his face.

Why-

Why is he smiling?

Shouldn't he be mad at you?

"Feeling a little grumpy?" He asks.

It's such a normal tone of voice he's using that you find yourself just standing there in confusion.

Your eyes narrow, "What's your game?"

The words come out more accusatory than you had intended, but you don't say anything to let him know that or take them back.

He chuckles, "I don't know what you're talking about. We should keep moving though, like I said, we're almost there."

He turns and keeps walking.

Sending a nasty look his way, you start walking annoyingly slow.

If you have to be in a foul mood, he should too. You'll annoy him as much as you can.

JK just chuckles to himself as he hears you grumble to yourself. He doesn't care how slow you walk; it'll probably just annoy you even more. Which is quite amusing to him.

It isn't even fifteen minutes later that you step out of the forest and onto a small stretch of prickly dirt.

You stop short when you look ahead and see a massive river. It's even larger than the one in the cave, yet this one has no ferryman to carry you across.

There are black gnarly mountains on the other side, thick dark smoke rising from behind them and the sound of screams echoing from somewhere deep within.

All of your anger dissipates, your self-control suddenly rocketing back into your body. You stumble back, coming out of your stupor.

Stay strong, ____.

You stare in horror at the sight before you.

Not at the river itself, but the humans atop it. There are thousands upon thousands of bloody people, all different sizes, ages, genders.

Their faces are twisted in rage as they bite and claw and wrestle each other. Blood coats them and the water beneath their feet.

JK turns to look at you, his expression unreadable when you're able to rip your eyes away from the gory mess to his own intense gaze.

It all makes sense now.

He gives you a tiny nod, confirming the unspoken question in your eyes.

That's why you were feeling that way in the forest. You must have passed into the fifth circle without realizing it.

Wrath.

You don't want to look; you don't want to see all of them tearing at one another violently. It didn't matter if some looked weaker than others, no one was being pitied.

Get a grip.

You nod, wiping at the hair falling into your face as you gather your courage.

I can do this.

"How do we get across?" You ask, voice quiet amongst the inhuman shrieks of rage and pain.

"We walk."

"Will they see us?"

So far, the only contact you've had with the sinners in Hell was that lady in the second circle. The reminder of the incident sends a chill down your spine.

None of the other prisoners seemed to have even known that you were there.

Thinking back, you realize that in the third circle you had only seen the sinners at the beginning, you were alone with him after that. And in the fourth circle, they weren't aware of anything or anyone at all.

Would this circle be the same?

"Does it matter?"

You look at him at his words, "Huh?"

"If I tell you they won't see you or if I tell you they'll rip you to shreds, would it change the fact that we need to cross?"

You bite your lip, then shake your head.

"There's no other way to cross," he says, reading your mind, "Straight through is the fastest way. Trying to find another path will only take longer, this river doesn't end, and the violence won't lessen."

You nod, adjusting your cardigan as you will yourself to be the bravest you've ever been.

"Ok."

"Ok?" He clarifies your decision, dark eyes boring into yours.

You nod.

"I'll see you on the other side then, hopefully all in one piece," he turns to leave, but stops when you grab his arm in a panic.

"Wait! You're not coming with me?"

He laughs and pulls his arm out of your grip, "Why would I?"

"B-because-"

"Whether I'm with you or not will not change what happens to you. I'm not going to subject myself to being around you during this, you're already whiny and annoying enough."

You gulp as he turns and walks away.

You glance at the river again before turning back, but he's gone.

"Darn it," you feel your eyes welling up with tears as you stomp your foot in frustrated anxiety. You're so scared you might actually be sick.

There's nothing for it.

You need to get across that river. Nothing is going to stop you, but sitting here analyzing is just going to stretch on that fear. You aren't sure if they will see you or not, maybe he was just trying to scare you. Either way it doesn't matter.

You're crossing that river.

Pulling your cardigan around you more and straightening your back, you start limping towards the endless battle.

None of them seem to sense your presence as you first come up.

A few feet to your right, a young man that looks to be in his twenties is being pummeled by a middle-aged man, his face a bloody mess as he tries to fight back, clawing at the elder's face mercilessly.

Your entire body is shaking with horror and fear.

You flinch violently when you see a young woman fall in front of your feet, scratches going down her face and throat. She looks up and you see her eyes are missing.

A hand flies to your mouth as you muffle the scream that leaves you.

Despite not being able to see, the woman suddenly lunges at you, grabbing your arm and yanking you into the throng, shrieking at the top of her lungs in pure hatred.

You fall to the ground and turn just in time to see her getting hauled up and dragged away by some other woman around her age. They start biting and kicking, blood spraying everywhere.

Your mind is clouded with so much confusion and terror that you don't move for a second.

Only when you see a thin man crawling frantically towards you on all fours, his eyes huge and mouth wide in an angered screech, does it register that you need to run.

You scramble to your feet and take off running.

There are so many people, all crowded and all enraged.

And so much blood.

You've never seen so much blood in your entire life.

It's slippery and leaves a thick coating on the bottoms of your feet as you push through the crowd frantically to get away from the crawler. More than a few times, you're pushed and fall onto your hands and knees, forced to crawl quickly until you can get back up.

The sound is deafening.

If you weren't in a state where you're thinking of nothing but getting out, you might notice the pounding headache from all the noise.

Finally, after what feels like forever, you see an opening.

There's a stretch of river where not many sinners are fighting.

You glance back and see that the crawling man is gone, probably fighting with someone else now. You push through until you're running out of the throng.

It's a relief to be able to run faster, but you're also out in the open, an easier target to spot.

You don't let yourself stop to think of anything but getting out.

You have to get out.

As you run, it suddenly occurs to you that you are literally running on top of the river.

You're not sinking.

There's no time to think about why or how people aren't sinking, you just push the thought out of your brain and keep running.

You thought you might actually make it.

It felt like the enormous stretch was getting smaller.

Then something hard smashes into you and you go flying, landing harshly and crying out at the pain in your shoulder.

You open your eyes and see a very large man standing over you, breathing heavily.

There are deep gashes down the sides of his face and neck that ooze with dark blood, his eyes glazed over with insanity and pure unadulterated fury.

He lets out a bellow of rage and grabs your arms, yanking you up as you scream fruitlessly for him.

For the one that isn't here.

The only one that's on your mind as you feel a horrible burning pain flare up through your arms, blood seeping through your cardigan.

You're dropped harshly to the ground, your head cracking on something hard.

Then you're being lifted again.

All you can feel is the scorching pain in your arms and the throbbing in your head as he smashes you on the river again and again.

Then suddenly his harsh grip is gone.

You cough, the dark sky above you spinning as you try to catch your breath, your whole body convulsing.

Blood trickles from the back of your head.

You roll over achingly slow, tears building in your eyes as you gulp in as much air as you can stand. It feels like your bones are broken beyond use.

When you're on your stomach, you open your eyes to be met with a pair of bright blue irises staring back at you. You're frozen with fear before you can try to raise yourself.

The body beneath you, trapped under the river, stares back with no visible emotion apart from despair and empty anger. There are deep black circles under the strikingly light eyes, sagging impossibly low on the pale face.

That's why you weren't sinking.

When you realize there are thousands of bodies trapped under the entire river, a horrified chill seeps into your bones.

Then you're suddenly sinking.

Burning hot hands grasp your wrists and pull you into the river.

You snap out of it and start trying to back up, unable to stop screaming, doing whatever you can not to sink and join the sullen lying beneath the water.

But the more you fight it, the faster you sink.

Until water rushes over your head and down into your throat.

The darkness under the water does nothing to hide the bodies stacked up, all staring at you. Not moving, just observing.

The hands no longer pull you, there is no need.

You continue to sink faster; screaming and kicking as the watery prisoners watch you drown.

The blackness starts to close in, coming from all sides until you can see nothing else. Right before you lose consciousness, you feel a pair of cold hands grab your wrists.

Then nothing.

____________________

You kick desperately to get to the light.

The beautiful blinding light.

But the water is quick to soak your skirts and make them as heavy as lead, which makes it harder to go up as you continue to sink into the blue water, kicking furiously.

It's so pretty when you're looking at it from above, you'd never guess the damage that something so beautiful can cause.

A shadow passes over the light.

It's actually kind of peaceful.

Then a hand grabs your wrist and you feel yourself being pulled toward the surface. You snap out of it a second before your head breaks through the water.

"Apple, you're so stupid!" He cries, dragging you onto the shore as you cough and gasp.

"S-sorry, I'm sorry-" you cough and choke out the water that went into your mouth, then you sit there numbly as your teeth chatter uncontrollably.

Your best friend gathers your skirts and pulls them from the water before crawling over and sitting next to you, patting your back.

"No- I- I'm sorry I didn't catch you."

You shake your head and offer him a smile, "I was too far anyway. I didn't think I'd actually slip and fall in. N-never happened until now," you're shaking even though the sun is bright and warm today.

"You're alright," he assures you, pulling you into a side hug.

You've always appreciated how he never lost showing physical affection and comfort even as the two of you got older.

All the other eighteen-year-old boys act like they're so much better than showing affection to loved ones.

Not him.

"Thanks," you say sheepishly when he hands you the blanket from your picnic earlier.

Then he sits next to you, right against your side, "You can't go and die on me, Apple. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You turn and look into his eyes, seeing something there that you've feared would come.

"I-..."

"You don't have to say anything," he whispers, "It's alright."

You nod, then turn your head to look at the sunlit forest around you.

I wish I could just stay here with you forever.

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When you open your eyes, you see the river stretching on; the sinners still fighting their eternal battle in the distance.

Groaning in pain, you turn onto your side, then fall onto your back, a gasp leaving you at the impact between your shoulder blades.

You sense the presence before you see it, so you lift your head, afraid that big man might be back.

But you're met with the sight of the demon pacing back and forth, chewing on his thumb nail.

"You okay?" You croak out, squinting at him.

His eyes snap over to you and he brings his hand down, then walks over and crouches, holding his hand out.

"Am I okay?" He says with a raised brow.

You take it cautiously, wincing when he pulls you up into a sitting position.

"How-..." you clear your throat, "Did you pull me out?"

"Well," he stands up, "You're no use to me trapped under the river, are you?"

You wait for a moment before shaking your head.

"Exactly. Now get up, just because you made it across the river doesn't mean we can stop."

It hurts like hell to stand, but you do so anyway.

"You look like shit," he says casually.

"Thanks," you respond, gritting your teeth as you put a hand to the back of your head where it's really sore. Your hand comes away covered in blood.

Suddenly, you realize your cardigan isn't on all the way, so you quickly fix it. The sleeves are partly torn from where that man clawed into your skin, leaving blood streaked across your arms and cardigan.

"You're so fucking weird," JK says with a look of mild disgust on his face at your obsessive behavior of fixing your clothes.

You shrug tiredly, mind still stuck in the past.

It was so easy to wish for immortality when you were a kid, now you're beginning to wonder who would go through all of this just to live forever alone while their loved ones passed on around them.

"Having doubts?"

You look up and see him watching you closely.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You wrinkle your nose at him.

A hint of a smile appears on his face, but he smothers it, then shakes his head.

"If you give up now mortal, I'll give you something to regret."

Then he turns and starts walking towards the base of the looming mountain.

You watch him for a moment, then you limp after him.

It wouldn't have taken long to get to the mountain, but your limp makes it take a lot longer.

Fifth circle.

Only four more to go after you get through this one.

You bite your lip anxiously as you think about how long you have to pull this off.

The circles seem to get worse with each one, how are you going to manage the ninth one?

Do you have to actually go through it?

How long have you been down here anyway?

You're not sure if he's ever told you the truth. For all you know, you could've been down here for a week or six months already. Time is so confusing.

You don't have all the time in the world though, and what time you do have, you're running out of it quickly.

JK turns when he hears you stumbling, watching as you right yourself.

He notices that your whole body is quivering slightly. Your hair is matted, and your dress is torn and bloody from the river. Your feet are bruised badly, the blood-soaked cloth still wrapped around them tightly. The wrapping around your wrist has also stayed put.

Honestly, he hadn't noticed how dark the circles under your eyes were until now. You look like you haven't slept in months.

When your eyes lift to his, he feels a weird pull in his chest.

What the fuck?

JK looks away, "If you'd walk a little faster, we'd be there by now. In fact, we'd probably be at the ninth circle if you weren't so weak."

He walks away briskly.

If he's being honest, you're one of the strongest humans he's ever come across. Your body seems to break down faster than theirs, but your spirit has yet to dim.

Fuck being honest.

He finally comes to the foot of the mountain, crossing his arms and looking up, trying to figure out the best way to get you up there. He doesn't want to be around you more than he has to be. There are other souls to take, he's only been able to get a couple dozen since you came.

The demon sighs and rubs his temple for a minute before turning at the unmistakable sound of you slowly walking up to him.

"Finally," he mutters.

"Sorry," you whisper, "It hurts to walk."

Your voice is small and you avoid eye contact.

...

He doesn't care.

"If you think you can possibly handle it," he snaps, "We need to climb."

You gulp, but don't hesitate before nodding with some effort, "Ok."

"If I go first, you can see where I grab. If you go first, at least you'll have a soft landing when you inevitably fall."

A small laugh bubbles out of your chest at his joke.

He swallows and rolls his eyes, "Just make a decision before we die of old age."

You get quiet again.

"I'll go first," you say lowly, walking over to the steep wall of jagged black stone, "Even though I'm pretty sure you won't catch me when I fall."

"Mm, you're learning."

You take a moment to observe the side of the mountain, looking at the places where you might be able to get a good grip.

It kind of reminds you of when you and Tae climbed the old apple tree while you waited for your best friend to be done with the surprise.

"Don't look down," he had said, "Just keep looking at the sky, little bird."

Just keep looking at the sky.

You take a deep breath, then you grab the first rocky hold, your sweaty palm closing around it as you send up a small prayer that your hands don't slip.

The first couple of feet are bad, but not as bad as you thought they'd be, although your injured wrist is already aching deeply.

I can do this.

"Think you could go a little faster?" He calls up to you, irritated.

"Don't antagonize me while I'm more than capable of falling onto your head," you shout back, more than fed up.

You hear a sigh, then focus on the task ahead.

Do not look down.

You gulp and grab the next tiny ledge, gripping it as hard as you can as you pull yourself up.

This mountain feels never-ending.

Your arms are shaking uncontrollably as you try to breathe so you don't pass out. You're willing to bet everything that he wouldn't even think about catching you if you fell. Not to mention your left wrist is screaming at you to stop.

"You're almost there, just keep going!" He shouts in annoyance.

You don't have the strength to answer him.

You don't have the strength to do anything, not to move, not to look up, not to even keep holding on where you're at. You realize this in a sudden burst of panic. Your whole body is shaking with the exertion of pulling your already worn-out self up the God forsaken mountain this far.

"I can't-"

It comes out in a breathless squeak; you aren't able to manage anything more.

"Just grab the next ledge, stop being a fucking wuss!"

You shake your head. You're afraid that if you let go, you'll just tumble to the bottom. It's not even funny, you don't think you can hold on much longer, your body is paralyzed with fear and exhaustion and so much pain, hands locked in place as you shake.

"Damn it all to fuckin-"

You hear him using every curse word in the book, the sound of little stones falling as he apparently moves.

Every prayer you've ever known is being repeated in your head. You're so scared of falling, which might be what makes it happen if you can't gather yourself in a minute.

"Lift your left hand and grab the hold a few inches to the left, can you see it?"

You chance a glance up, then nod.

"Ok, do it now."

You gulp, "I can't, I-"

"You don't have a fucking choice, idiot. Do it."

"No, I literally cannot physically move," you whisper, "My wrist can't take any more weight."

"Try, or I'll snap your other wrist too."

You breathe out shakily.

If you fall and snap your neck, he can't break your wrist anyway.

Gathering your strength, you lift your left hand, your right arm shaking like a leaf as you reach up and grab the small hold.

But once you put the smallest amount of weight into that hand, a sharp pain flares up and your wrist gives out.

A terrified scream is the only warning he gets.

Small stones fall haphazardly as your right arm gives out under the extra weight and you start to fall.

"Shit-"

Your scream gets cut off when you feel a hand against your lower back, keeping you from falling backwards. You take that moment to grab onto the wall again.

"I can't! I can't! I can't!" You're screaming, sobs clawing their way out of your throat as you cling desperately to the mountainside.

"I know! Shut up, damn it!" He grinds his teeth, glaring up at you.

You can't think clearly, you're so terrified that you're going to slip again.

"Stop crying!"

JK grumbles as he maneuvers around to climb up next to you.

When you feel his presence beside you, your nerves start to calm down.

"Have I told you recently how useless you are?"

You shake your head, "Not in the past hour, no," you squeak out tearfully.

He stares at you for a second, then shakes his head.

"I'm going to give you a boost-"

"No, no, no, no," you whimper, "I can't."

"You have a better plan, sweetheart?"

You think for a second, then reluctantly shake your head.

"Well alright then," he snaps, "You're only a few feet from the top. I'm gonna boost you up high enough so that you can get there, but you need to use whatever miniscule amount of strength you have to get up. Do you get it?"

You nod.

When you feel a hand on your bottom, you gasp, "Hey!"

He pulls his hand back, "What now??"

"Why are you touching me there??"

"Where the hell else am I supposed to do it?!"

"I- I-"

"Shut up and get ready."

The demon once again places a hand on your backside, which makes your cheeks burst into flames, then he pushes you up.

You quickly grab the closest ledge you can.

It wasn't quite the top though.

"Fuck."

JK growls and climbs up all the way, then gets to his knees and leans over the edge. He sees you shaking as you hold on tightly, the look on your face not far off from that of a frightened puppy.

"Give me your hand."

You look up to see him reaching down.

Using the last of your strength, you grab his hand, noting how unusually cold it is. He pulls you up and onto the top of the mountain where you collapse.

You're still shaking from the adrenaline of almost falling.

"You proved me wrong, little human."

You raise your eyes and see him panting, his hands on his hips as he looks down at you.

"Huh?"

"I thought for sure you'd fall."

"I almost did," you say quietly, embarrassed.

"Yeah, but you didn't."

You don't say it's only because he caught you, too surprised that he's not being mean. He's actually being kind of...dare you think it...nice.

Is this another one of his games or...?

When you lock eyes with him, he's the first to look away, his gaze dropping to the ground before he looks around.

"Well, at least you're not completely useless," he huffs, "Not that you're useful for much though."

You bite back the smile wanting to come and stand shakily to your feet.

"Hey, at least I'm good company."

He gives you a look before turning and walking away.

You stumble to catch up with him, your legs feeling like cooked noodles, "Oh come on, I've seen you laugh at things I've said."

"You're psychotic," he refuses to look at you as he keeps walking briskly.

"Wait, I can't walk that fast."

He slows down just a little, enough for you to catch up.

You smile and limp beside him, not voicing your amusement at him subconsciously listening to your request.

The two of you walk for a while, the jagged rocks on the mountain making it take longer. He doesn't hesitate to remind you of this as you fall behind more than a few times due to the pain in your feet.

The air is so thick with smoke up here that you've had more than your fair share of coughing fits in just the first few minutes, your lungs quickly starting to ache. After an hour has passed, it feels like your lungs are shriveled and full of the dark smoke still surrounding you.

You'll never admit to anyone the number of times you've thrown up already because it feels like your stomach is full to the brim with smoke. He slows down every time you're hunched over and gagging uncontrollably, but he never stops, calling a short reminder for you to hurry up.

It's so strange to see him walking without a single sign of discomfort.

JK glances back and sees you limping in a staggered line, arms waving in front of you to try and knock the smoke away from your face. You look delirious, eyes unfocused as you trip over rocks.

He stops when your foot catches and you fall to the ground, jagged stones digging unforgivingly into your shins.

"Sorry- I'm sorry, I'm coming," you say hoarsely as you place your hands on the ground to stand up but end up on your hands and knees as you cough weakly.

The sound of him walking over makes you glance up to see him standing over you.

Your eyes travel from his black boots up his dark skinny jeans covered in rips, all the way up to his unreadable expression. Then suddenly he's crouching in front of you.

His gaze scans your dirty face, noting your eyes are red and teary from the smoke.

"How much do you want it?" He whispers, looking into your eyes.

You blink and wipe a dirty hand on your eyes to clear away the tears as your body quivers.

"I want it more than anything," you whisper brokenly, staring back.

It looks like he's trying to decide something for a moment as his eyes flicker between yours, then his jaw clenches a little and he holds his hand out.

"Then act like it."

You stare at his hand for a moment, then you place your shaky one into it. Your hand is covered in ash and grime, a stark contrast compared to his seemingly perfect skin.

A second passes before his grip tightens and he pulls you to your feet.

You expect him to let go and tell you to keep walking, so you're taken by complete surprise when he starts walking while holding your hand tightly.

"We're almost to the sixth circle," he says quietly.

"Ok," you respond softly, eyes locked on your hands.

"I don't understand why you're so insistent on helping someone that would put you through this," he speaks up again, confusing you further, "But if you're going to be a stubborn little bitch about it, then I'm certainly not going to watch you give up so easily. Especially in the fifth circle. You could at least have a little more class than that."

A small smile spreads on your tired face as you stumble along behind him, hand gripping his tightly.

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Another hour passes with him practically dragging you across the top of the mountain.

A lump gets lodged in your throat when you see a fiery red glow in the distance that grows larger as you get closer.

When you're as close as you can get, he stops.

The deep red smoky essence is on the other side of a gnarled line of sharp rocks that jut out of the ground to look almost like a spine splitting the two circles, the only thing keeping you from seeing the other side.

"The Devil's Backbone."

"Hm?" You rip your gaze from the rocks over to where he looks at you briefly.

"That's what this place is called."

"Oh."

The name is no more comforting than the look of those rocks.

"How-...how do we get across?"

You're acutely aware of the fact that he's no longer holding your hand, but you force yourself not to linger on that.

"There's a path through it, but it won't be easy."

"What else is new?" You joke, voice sounding scratchy.

He looks at you, eyes squinting as he simply observes you.

"You're the strangest mortal I've ever met."

You shrug, "It's a gift."

JK snorts and looks back towards the Backbone, "You'll want to get some rest. Think you can survive a few hours without me?"

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Would it make sense for me to say that if I wasn't?" He sneers, but this time it makes you laugh, entirely unintentional on his part.

"I told you; I've got other things to do besides babysit you."

You sigh and shake your head, "I guess a demon's job is never done."

He shoots you an unamused look before pointing over to a giant rock that has a flat side, a small area for you to sit and be out of the way and away from prying eyes.

You won't argue with that.

Walking over, you see a small burnt log sticking out of the rocks and reach down to touch it. It's warm, but not scalding, so you decide it's a decent enough place to sit for a while.

You take a seat carefully, then look up in surprise when you see the small floating fire a few feet in front of you. He always seems to make it when you aren't looking.

"Not that you need more smoke," he mumbles uncertainly, "But it gets a little chilly sometimes."

You watch him as he looks around aimlessly.

Then he shakes his head, a scowl forming as he kicks a blackened rock, "Or don't use it, I don't really give a fuck. Just- just try not to cause any trouble. You're hopeless on your own."

Then he turns and stomps away.

He walks behind a boulder, then there's nothing but silence.

You stand up and walk over to peek behind the boulder but see nothing. There was nowhere else for him to go, so he must've disappeared into thin air. Off to steal more souls no doubt.

You swallow and walk back to your little stump, plopping yourself down onto it as you fight the tears suddenly coming.

Letting your head hang for a second, you stare at a broken stick lying on the ground.

"Don't look down, ____."

Tears blur your vision, the stick warping into odd shapes.

A stabbing pain in your upper back makes you wince, a couple tears slipping out when you do. You lift your head just enough to look around and make sure he hasn't come back.

There's no one.

Nothing.

You're completely and utterly alone.

Another few tears slip out as you carefully pull your cardigan off, a pained gasp leaving you as the white feathery wings that have been tucked up for as long as you've been here finally unfurl and rest against the ground.

You glance back and see that there are a few rips and more than a couple missing feathers. The usual gleaming pearl white is now dull and stained and caked with blood and dirt.

"Ow," you whimper as you finally let your head drop into your dirty hands. A sob escapes you, your whole body shaking with tears as you let them all out. The ground is so blurred that you can't even see the stick anymore.

The pain radiating through you is debilitating. Eventually you can't even stay perched on the stump and slowly sink to the ground, your wings curling around you in an attempt at comfort.

Your body is failing you no matter how hard you fight it.

Just keep looking at the sky, little bird.

Another sob rips through you as you clutch at your aching heart, your feet tucked up under your torn skirt.

You force yourself to turn your head and look up but see nothing apart from thick suffocating smoke covering every inch of the sky.

You don't belong here.

Even as you lay on the ground unmoving, you can feel the life draining from you.

As it has since you stepped foot into this place. As it will continue to until you can get out.

For an angel can only survive so long in Hell.

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a/n: tysm for reading babiesssssss

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