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highvern · 6 months

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Silk

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship

Warnings: weed mention, alcohol mention, moments of self-doubt/insecurity, oral (f. receiving), fingering, boyfriend Mingyu, making out, hickies, mentions of frat!svt, grinding, panty/pussy job, cumshot, first time together, mentions of previous partners, not seeing heaven pt II!

Length: ~4.3k

Note: another Drunk Goggles installment! this is probably gonna be the last one for a while tbh. im working on something new for my gamer boy husband wonwoo as we speak. "adamas et aurum" was written to balance the depravity that takes place.

MDNI! 18+ ONLY

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Mingyu doesn’t recall the details of the first time he saw you naked. At least what your nude body actually looked like. He remembers it being at his frat’s mountain weekend junior year, that one of the other guys brought you as their date, and how Mingyu’s then girlfriend had broken up with him that morning when he came to pick her up to leave for the cabin. The second he arrived he holed up in his assigned room upstairs, listening as people arrived throughout the day from under the covers.

When he finally came down, he stumbled into an already out of hand game Truth or Dare thanks to Hoshi and his liberal drink pours. Everyone was laughing wildly, DK’s shirt was wrapped around his head, and Joshua looked like he had just taken a shower fully clothed.

“I dare you to go skinny dipping in the lake.”

Everyone knew about Jun’s crush on you so the dare just made Mingyu roll his eyes as he grabbed a beer and walked out onto the porch overlooking the water, hoping to drown his sorrows in the bottom of the bong he brought with him.

You had never been one to back down, so it was no suprise Mingyu was watching you sprint down the steps towards the lake, discarded clothes fluttering to the ground behind you. He caught sight of your bare rear seconds before you hit the surface with a splash, and that was that.

All in all, Mingyu doesn’t remember much about it.

But the first time Mingyu sees you naked as the girl he’s dating, he’s tempted to grab his phone and document the occasion so he can relive the moment again and again.

He hadn’t planned for anything to happen tonight beyond the nice dinner he treated you to followed by a stroll downtown. When he walked you to your door to kiss you goodnight, you invited him in. Mingyu thought it was because you didn’t want to end the night yet, happy to oblige you’re desire to prolong his company.

You’d confessed to each other almost a month ago, and in that time Mingyu tried to be nothing less than a gentleman. Most of his behavior is ingrained in him already: holding open the car door for you, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, getting you the same small bouquet of wildflowers you love from Ms. Kwon every Saturday. All of it as easy as breathing due to his innate drive to care for those who mean the most to him.

Other less appropriate behavior, reserved for you and only you, fights tooth and nail to claw its way out of the most depraved parts of his mind.

The first time you made out, he barely stopped himself from flipping over to pin you against the couch and have his wicked way with you. When he felt you up in the back of his car at the drive in for the first time like a desperate teenager, he had to actually bite his tongue to keep from ripping your shirt off and exploring everything underneath. The few times you’ve sent him suggestive text messages, usually accompanied by a photo of you in the bath with the naughtiest bits covered by bubbles or a suggestive mirror selfie that highlighted your figure, Mingyu nearly cries when stopping himself from sending an even more suggestive response.

The issue isn’t that he thinks you’d dislike him doing those things, tempting him more and more with each passing day. But Mingyu’s worst fear at this point in your very new relationship is that you’ll think he only wants you for sex. Scared shitless that he’s misread the signals you’ve given him, confused innocent gestures as a go ahead to lust and crave. So his simple solution is to not do anything, provide nothing that can point even remotely in that direction. A perfectly PG relationship so you don’t misunderstand his interest.

To say it was a bomb to your self-esteem is an understatement. Mingyu is always the one to pull away first, the one to stop things when they verge on being more, before anything can go too far. Tonight you invited him in with the intention to ask him what his deal was. You know he’s not inexperienced; confirmed by several of your friends in college sharing details after spending a night in his bed. And it hardly seems that he’s regretting sharing his feelings with you; never missing an opportunity to inform you how beautiful he thinks you are or how much he likes spending time with you. The collection of good morning and good night texts littering your phones, each a precious reminder that you’re the first person he thinks of when he gets up and last before he goes to sleep. Down to his eagerness in planning dates, making reservations or buying tickets the second he knows your calendar is clear, effort oozing from his pores. You don’t know any guy that would try even half as much as Mingyu does if they weren’t interested.

There didn't seem to be any hardware issues on his end either. The first time you made out on your couch, the tantalizing feel of his hard cock against your bottom told you he was at least attracted to you. You just don’t get why he doesn’t seem to want to touch you the same way you yearn to touch him.

Tonight starts like it always does. Sitting a little bit too close on the couch, Mingyu’s hand finding your thigh, your own playing with his fingers as you discuss this and that. He tells you how Wonwoo finally got the courage to ask out his coworker he had a crush on. You update him on the work drama with your manager.

Eventually, someone shuffles closer, eyes meet, a head tilts, and all of a sudden your tongue grazes his as he coaxes you into his lap.

Testing the waters, you gently rock your hips against his as you nip his earlobe, releasing a stifled gasp when he rise to meet you. Embolden by his response, your fingertips skate up his chest as you arch further into him, lips searching for his.

“We should—mhm— slow down.” Mingyu pants into your mouth, making no effort to remove himself from you despite his words.

“But I want you.” You gasp as the next buck of his hips has the rough fabric of his jeans grinding against your barely covered pussy as your short dress rucks up higher and higher on your hips.

Dropping to Mingyu’s neck, you hope the rake of your teeth on his jaw will convince him to touch you the way you desperately need.

Your right hand is twisted through his hair, sending chills down his neck when your nails scratch his scalp. The other covers his as you place it on your breast, arching your chest and urging him to give it a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, eyes trained on the way you fill his palm perfectly.

His next squeeze is answered with another moan. Mingyu knows it’ll burn his ears next time he’s alone in his room.

“Wait.” He breaths.

Mingyu’s tone tells you he’s serious. Still in his lap, you lean back to look down at his face.

His eyes are closed and long breath leaves his nose before he mutters, “We should stop.”

“Oh.” You exclaim shakily.

You try to not let the hurt that arises bleed into your voice but it’s impossible.

Crawling out of his space, you sit back on the cushion next to Mingyu, putting a foot of distance between you. You focus on anything else besides the man beside you, training your eyes on how your fingers pick at the hem of your dress. The silence between you two is uncomfortable in a way it's never been before.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Obviously it's not fine.”

“I guess I’m just,” you pause searching for the best way to explain yourself, still unable to look at him. “confused? Everytime we start, you know, you stop. Am I making you uncomfortable? Do you not want to?”

“No!” He winces, shocked by the booming volume of his own voice. “No, I just— I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to.”

Finally looking at him, you ask, “What part of putting your hand on my boobs makes you think I don’t want you to do it?”

“I,” Mingyu responds, hand dragging down his face. “I don’t wanna mess this up and push you too far o—”

“Mingyu, stop it!” You snap, annoyed with his self sacrificing. “You're not gonna mess anything up by touching me. I thought I made it pretty obvious I want you to.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do.” You try to reel in your irritation but it's impossible.

“Why are you mad?”

“Because you’re acting like I can’t make my own decisions.”

“That’s not what I–”

You jump up from the couch to stand in front of him, arms flailing as you grunt in frustration.

“Yes, it is!”

“I’m just trying to be a gentleman!”

“Well stop!”

“Fine!” he shouts, matching your own exasperation.

Mingyu throws you over his shoulder in a second, long legs carrying him towards your room. He’ll be damned if the first time he touches you, really touches you, is on the cramped lumpy couch in your living room.

“Put me down!” you yell, fist pounding at his back and kicking your legs in an attempt to get free.

A gentle slap on your ass has your breath stalling. It’s not enough to hurt, barely a brush of his hand but it has your mind reeling all the same.

“Be good.” Mingyu orders, voice rough as gravel.

Oh, wow.

“And if I’m not?”

His steps falter before he continues down the hall, “Haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”

Well at least he hasn’t been completely possessed.

He gently sets you down on the foot of your bed, stepping back to stand in front of you with his hands on his hips which cocks to the side. You almost laugh at the way he looks like a mom about to scold her kid.

“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight.” He states simply.

“Why not?” You protest.

Shame rises in your throat like bile when Mingyu hesitates.

“I wanna take things slow.”

“Oh…okay, that's okay.” You reassure him, reach to take one of his hands in yours. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to touch you. But we’re not having sex tonight.”

“That’s okay too.” You can’t hide the way your breath stutters, flashes of his hand between your legs clouding your mind.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “whatever you want.”

“Can I take your dress off?”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You tease, smiling mischievously up at him.

Mingyu's own mouth twists as he snags the neck of his shirt, subconsciously flexing the muscles along his arms and stomach enticingly as it rises over his frame. If anyone asks, he’d deny doing it on purpose but the way your eyes scorch across his skin makes him tense just a little bit more. His vision is blacked out by the fabric as it comes over his head, but when it's gone he sees heaven.

The lilac sundress you’d worn to dinner is gone, leaving your hair ruffled from its hasty removal, fluffed around your face enticingly. But it's what was under your dress that has Mingyu’s tongue on the verge of rolling out of his mouth and heart beating like a cartoon character. Your chest is wrapped in a silky pink bra, swells of flesh threatening to spill over the cups with each breath that stretches your lungs, stiff nipples poking through the edge of the fabric. The alluring pull of a matching pair of panties across your hips, accentuating your curves in the best ways, makes his cock twitch; but when you spread your legs, unveiling a tantalizing damp spot, nearly translucent where it clings to your folds teasingly, floods each of his senses with a specific type of hunger.

Fuck.

“Pants too.” You demand, but quickly correct yourself. “If that's okay.”

You stare at one another for a beat. The clank of Mingyu’s belt being undone is the only sound beyond the duet of shaky breaths. His eyes don’t leave your face as he bares himself down to his briefs, but yours skim down his body, blazing as they trail across his form, to settle on the obvious bulge behind the cotton. When you swallow harshly, Mingyu’s ego flares.

“Come here.” You beckon.

Complying easily, Mingyu covers your body with his; arms caging you in below him as your thighs spread to cradle his hips. He settles on top of you, length nestled snugly between your folds, tip nudging your mound with each breath. It's maddening. Especially when Mingyu can feel your arousal seeping through his underwear and coating the underside of his cock.

Your noses brush gently, fleeting passes of lips as you settle against one another. You’ve only ever briefly felt Mingyu through thick layers of clothing, whether that when you wiggle your way in his lap or the few times you’ve woken up with his length pressed snugly against your ass. It gave you an idea of his size but in no way prepared you for the feel of him now, rigid as steel against your soaking center and threatening to burn you from the inside out.

“Oh wow,” you gasp into his mouth, relishing in the slow curl of his hips against you.

“I know,” he nods, mind lost in the sweltering heat between your legs threatening to consume him.

You continue to writhe against one another, mouths meeting in rough passes of teeth and tongues. Your ankles lock at the base of his spine, pulling him firmly against you as your hands flutter across his skin, unable to stay in one place for long. Mingyu’s arm propped above you keeps his weight from crushing you, his other settles on the side of your neck, thumb tilting your chin up so his tongue can delve into your mouth.

A particularly delicious grind of his hips has your head thrown back, moan aimed at the ceiling as you thrash pathetically. It lets Mingyu look at you. Cheeks and chest glowing with a rosy tint, a faint sheen of sweat blooming across your skin as you whine in his hold. The straps of your bra have fallen down your arms, one nipple peeking out from under the fabric, taunting him.

The harsh suck of his mouth across your breast pulls your back tight like a bowstring. His tongue worships your chest, laving broad strokes you imagine will feel amazing on other parts of your body. He's everywhere, consuming you like a blackhole, ripping apart your entire being and leaving you disoriented. Head tipped back, you bare as much of yourself as possible for Mingyu to touch and tease; all while your abdomen tenses as your lower half cants against his.

Arching just enough to give you room to reach around, you snag the clasp of your bra relieved that the underwire is no longer digging into your chest uncomfortably. Your arms raise to pull it off, leaving you bare from the waist up for Mingyu to admire.

“Like what you see?” You whisper, relishing in the shell shocked expression on Mingyu’s features.

He can only nod, gaze burning a hole through your chest straight to your heart.

One of his hands cup your chest gently, taking time to let the weight of the swollen flesh settle in his palm. He thumbs the stiff peak, still glossed with his spit from his earlier ministrations. Mingyu puckers his lip to blow a cool stream of air, delighting in the choke whine you release.

“Can I touch you too?”

“Please.” he moans, diving to leave a bruise on the side of your breast.

A depraved idea enters your head, whispering from the most primal parts of your mind. Mingyu said he’s not going to fuck you and you respect that wholeheartedly; the idea of waiting warming your soul. But you want to feel as much of him as possible; revel in the slide of his scorching length against you, deliver the long overdue pleasure you both want.

“If you don’t like it we can stop.”

“Okay.”

Mingyu doesn't inform you that he doubts he'll dislike anything you do to him. Instead, he stares at your hand pushing his underwear down, fingers circling his cock in awe as you touch him for the first time. His body is miles away from his brain, like he’s drowning under crashing waves and you’re the sun he can see on the surface. Your thumb smears the beads of pre-cum collected at his tip, twisting your tight grip around the head to work him up. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, muscles in his arms jumping at the feeling of your smooth palm. He knows the image of your hand wrapped around his cock is branded in his mind forever.

But then you do something he doesn’t expect. Your free hand grabs your underwear, moving the crotch to the side and uncovering your slit entirely. The flesh that peeks out from the outer folds is flushed a delicious pink, glistening in the low light with the evidence of your desire. When you hook the bulbous head of his cock under the hem he panics for a second, afraid you’re going to slip him inside. But you just wiggle you hips till he nudges your engorged clit, skin on skin with no barrier. Letting go of the fabric, Mingyu thinks he might be drooling when his cock is covered by soaked silk, sandwiching him against you. The erotic sight kills any coherent thoughts he has left.

“You’re —,” Mingyu starts, tongue heavy in his mouth. “What the fuck—”

He can’t stop watching how his cock moves, able to discern the nearly purple head of his length through the see-through silk that clings to his weeping tip. Your hand rests on your mound over your panties, pointer and middle finger forming a V to border the flared head on either side, giving him a bumper to grind against and forcing him a fraction harder against you.

“Move.” you beg, voice just as wrecked as his. “Please, Gyu.”

Who is he to deny you any longer?

Arms straining as he holds himself up, Mingyu keeps his gaze trained on where you're connected, entranced. Below him, you’re twisting in the sheets, twitching with each prod against your clit but your hand keeps him from slipping away.

Flashes of how from any other angle it looks like he’s drilling you into the bed, stuffing you with his cock rather than rutting against you pathetically, enter his mind. The firm pressure of your knees against his sides, ankles brushing his waist with each roll of his hips barely register in his conscious. Free hand scratching against his chest, your nails raise red lines and dimple his flesh with tiny crescents as he pummels your clit, slick with a mixture of his spunk and your own arousal. Needy whimpers singing into his ears are answered with his own groans, tempting him to shut his eyes and just feel if not for the vision below him.

The realization that he can feel you clench pitifully where his balls press against you, teasing him to just angle his hips a little bit lower and take you like he desperately wants has him surging against you even harder.

The sudden rush of stimulation overwhelms you, forcing your mind to shut down. It's all too much. The feeling of Mingyu above you, using your pussy to get off, fogs your brain. The crude rhythmic squelch where you meet sends shooting stars across the corners of your eyes. How his cock presses against your clit just so, dribbles of his pre-cum coating your most sensitive parts. The harsh squeezes of his hand on your breast, pinching the stiff peek of your nipple while his teeth nip your neck you feel like you might pass out.

“Mingyu!” You keen, chest pressing against his, allowing you both to revel in the drag of your skin on his.

The broken sound of his name on your lips skyrockets Mingyu to his end. Euphoria exploding in his chest, pleasure running from his balls to the tip of his cock as he loses all control of his body. His chest caves and breath stops as he jerks in your hold, rutting against you as his seed pushes through the ruined fabric of your underwear, collecting in globs above where his tip rests right on your clit; you’re fingers still pressing down on your underwear glossed in the overflowing pool of pearly fluid. Mingyu leans up as far as he can to watch, wishing to live this moment again and again.

“Fuck, fuck!” He chants horsly, unable stop his own hips, even when the friction becomes tortious.

With one last pass he finally calms, muscles spasming as he collapses onto your chest.

The heavy weight pressing you into the bed makes you shudder below, another rush of wetness escaping.

“Good?”

Mingyu just groans into your shoulder, attempting to catch his breath.

“You’re crazy.”

You give an indignant huff, jaw clenching in mock annoyance.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“Yeah well you clearly liked it!”

“My beautiful girlfriend just let me get off using her panties that she’s wearing. I’d be insane if I didn’t.”

“Girlfriend?”

Suddenly, you're breathless for an entirely new reason.

“If that’s okay with you.” Mingyu mumbles, comically shy as if he didn’t just cum on you.

“That’s definitely okay with me.”

“Good.”

“Now, how about you make your girlfriend come too?”

Mingyu nearly falls off the bed in his haste to do just that. Throwing your legs wide, he bullies his way between your thighs to gape at the mess of your panties. Nothing he’s ever seen in his life can compare. Something he doesn’t think even the most debased part of his brain could have imagined but you’ve given him knowledge of a kink he didn’t even know he had. Mingyu just stares, damning his refractory period; ruining the carnal desire to cover you in his seed again and again, until the possessive part of his brain is sated and you’re both on the verge of unconsciousness.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You chide above, impatience reading its head.

“Don’t play with me right now.”

You don’t want to overwhelm him more than you have so you bite your tongue against the urge to tell him you're serious. Maybe next time you’ll let him know how much the idea of him walking around with such a salacious image on his phone turns you on.

“Then touch me, Gyu.”

As pretty as you are covered in silk soaked with his cum, Mingyu knows you’re even more beautiful without the scrap of fabric. Taking a second to rub the puddle of fluids back into the fabric, you twitch as the pad of his finger massages your sensitive clit. When your hips pitch forward to seek more friction, he nearly rips your underwear with his clumsy hands in his haste to free you from them. At the sight of your bare slit, Mingyu pauses. The number of choices he’s presented with nearly drowns him; whether to taste or tease, stuff your clenching hole with his fingers or lick you from top to bottom, maybe make you show him what you like before trying it himself.

But first, Mingyu needs a better look at what he’s working with.

“Hold your legs open, baby.”

Before he can blink, your hands eagerly hook under your knees to spread yourself wide, void a timidity as you reveal yourself; unveiling every hill and valley, soft flesh dappled with pearls of his cum. Desire rushes Mingyu forward to collect the mess with his tongue, a throaty groan clawing its way out of his chest at the combination of fluids.

“Taste so fucking good,” he rasps. “You’re so hot.”

Lightening erupts in your veins under the languid heat of his tongue, every muscle twitching as he delivers maddening swirls through your folds. The fact that Mingyu is tasting the lasting traces of himself as he eats you out is like a punch to the gut. Broad strokes against your clit distract you from his hand sneaking up to circle your opening before a thick finger enters you.

But the stretch isn’t nearly enough for how wrecked you feel, already teetering on the edge.

“More!”

The hand you’ve ghosted down your front is pinned to the bed before you can even make it below your belly button.

“You’re gonna take what I give you.” He informs you, but gives you another finger all the same.

When a needy moan tickles his ears, Mingyu knows you’re waving a white flag, a wordless plea for him to continue playing with you as he pleases.

Fingers pistoning, Mingyu’s pointed tongue circles the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. When he crooks the digits buried deep inside you, your back leaves the bed. The hand pinning your wrist abandons its grip, allowing him to use his fingers to spread your folds and keep your clit uncovered for his tongue to lash at.

“Don’t stop,” you cry, voice thick and broken. “Please, I’m so close.”

Both of your hands find the soft strands of his hair to hold him in place. Your feet plant on the bed beside his wide shoulders, allowing you to hump his face pathetically as the drenched squelch of Mingyu’s mouth against you fills your ears.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”

Your finish is bubbling to the surface, a roaring boil in your blood that deafens all your senses except where your boyfriend plays with you. Mingyu’s arm stretches up your torso to palm your breast, fingers pulling your taunt nipple. He’s pulling out all the stops, trying his hardest to send you over the edge.

“Come on, pretty girl. Let me make you come.” he begs around your clit.

“Please!” you sob. “Please, please, please!”

You’re in a frenzy above him, ecstasy inches away. Your hips bucking is so hard they threaten to dislodge him but Mingyu takes it in stride. Elbowing your thighs apart, forcing them up and open to pin you in place so he can keep going. It tickles a part in your brain that imagines what he’ll do when he does fuck you for the first time, spreading you out before making you take his cock.

The visual paired with stretch from a third finger sets you free.

“I’m—Mingyu! Oh my god!”

The simmer in your blood boils over, starting at your core and rushing to your toes and fingertips. Wrecked moans leave your bruised lips, eyes squeezed against the licks of pleasure overwhelming you. The only thing you can hear is the rush of blood in your ears as every muscle in your quivers so hard tears gather in your eyes. He doesn’t stop as you twitch in his hold, arms flexing as he strains to keep you spread so he can work you through it. You clench so hard around his fingers his arm halts before putting in more effort to pummeling your pussy. When you cry at the overstimulation he finally relents, delivering a last long lick along your slit before moving away.

Mingyu’s face is soaked, chin and cheeks covered in your juices, nose and cheeks flushed. You just stare, mouth open in wonder as he sucks his fingers clean.

“Holy shit.”

“You okay?”

“Shhhhh.” You press a finger to his pursed lips. “Brain goo, hot boyfriend just made me cum.”

Mingyu crawls up your body, peppering gentle kisses here and there as he goes. When you're face to face you just stare at each other, expressions full of fondness and exhaustion.

“But seriously, where the fuck did you learn that?”

Mingyu’s question is answered with a maniacal giggle.

#svthub #svt x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #dghe couple #🫡 highvern

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angel-eyes05 · 11 months

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to leave the warmest bed i've ever known (part 4)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: so much time has passed since you last saw each other. will old feelings come up again once you two find each other again?

warnings: HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, this is so against canon its insane, NSFW (we did it guys we're finally here), switch!reader and switch!miguel, blood mention, fang and claws play, p in v unprotected, cumplay, angsty (i couldnt help it), it goes, angst, smut, and then angsty fluff at the end youre welcome

word count: 3.2k

notes: for some reason, it didn't let me tag as many people who wanted to be on the taglist, so if i didn't end up tagging you for the final part, sorry idk what went wrong

also forgive me i was listening to boygenius while writing the parts leading up to the smut so it might get a little angsty there (i cant help it) (miguel and y/n are so bite the hand and cool about it core)

but then i balanced it out by listening to frank ocean (pyramids specifically) while writing the smut so you're welcome

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Three years had passed. Three years since you finally found Miles, defeated The Spot, and caused the collapse of the Spider Society. Everyone had gone back to their separate dimensions, but were able to still visit each other with their still working portal watches. Miles and Gwen specifically were very happy. Peter B. went back home to live with MJ and Mayday, sending you frequent pictures of Mayday to keep you updates. You were different. You didn’t return to your home world. You didn’t necessarily have anyone to return to per se. Instead, you decided to hop between dimensions, seeing what crime there was to fight in cities that didn’t have anyone to protect it. It was enough to keep you occupied, and as long as your watch still worked, you had the option to stop if you wanted to. Life was nice. You finally had found peace.

But something felt off. Something thudding in the back of your head. Because even though you had been at peace for three years, it had also been three years since you saw him. You had seen him during the final showdown between all of Spider Society, but your team had managed to keep you two apart, due to fear for your safety. After the fight was over, you two had made eye contact with each other a couple of times, but never approached each other. If you were being honest, you were still scared of him at that point, even seeing him tied up there on the floor waiting for someone to deal with him.

It took a while for your gashes to heal, the ones on your back taking much longer to turn into scars than the ones on your tricep and thigh. The marks on your body were frequent reminders of him and the damage he’s caused to your life. Part of you hated him for it. But most of you just missed him. Unlike Jess, who sent you pictures of her baby every now and then, neither of you had reached out to the other. It was crazy how five years of shared history can be thrown to the ground so quickly.

Right now, you were sitting on the railing of your apartment balcony. For the past month or so, you decided to park it in Earth-3819. There wasn’t much crime going on there, so it was a nice place to stop when you needed a break. Your feet dangled off the edge of the railing, as you looked out to see the sunset on the skyline. The wind blew faintly at your face, causing strands of hair to fall out of your high bun. You had been thinking more about him recently, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were.

Almost as if you manifested it, you heard the sliding glass door from your bedroom slide open. Startled, you quickly turned around, ready just in case it was an attacker.

It was much worse than an attacker.

You mouth laid agape as his massive shadow covered your smaller body. Feelings that laid dormant for the past three years suddenly erupting in your stomach. You looked up to the roof of your building as a signal to meet you up there, as you attached a web to the top and swung up there.

Once you were both at the top, you faced your back to him to take time to catch your breath. Your emotions were all over the place right now. “You’re really hard to find, you know,” he said trying to break the silence. You wanted to throw up. As much as you hoped this moment would come, you never realized how unprepared you would be if it ever did. You couldn’t bare to look at him right now, knowing you would lose control of yourself if you did. “You look…good.” How would he know, he only saw your face for a second before you bolted off. You both stood there, the wind growing louder and louder with each second you both stayed silent.

All of your senses came to a freeze once you felt his hand place itself on your shoulder, causing a flinch from you. “I wanted to find you again, mi vida,” he said in that rich, deep, smooth tone of his that drives you crazy. You could tell he was getting closer when you felt the hairs on your neck stand up from him breathing on them. “I missed you, and I was hoping we could pick up where we left off,” he said into the crook of your neck and began to plant kisses there. You broke free from his grasp by the third kiss he left. “No no no no no, no we can’t. It’s not that simple Miguel,” you said, pinching your bridge and sighing. There's no way he could've thought it would be this easy. He's not this stupid….is he?

“Listen amor, I’m sorry for everything that happened. But the past is the past.” He walked closer to you. “And I want my future with you.” He was up against you again. This time instead of your shoulder, he dragged his finger up and down your back in an almost hypnotic motion. God, you wanted him so bad, you wanted it to be this simple. That he can just apologize and everything could be okay. But you were reminded it couldn't be that way once his finger hit a pressure point in your scar. You swatted your hands in the air and walked away from him again. “No Miguel, that's not how this works. You can just do the things you've done to me and just say sorry and expect it to fix everything. You're not a child.”

Once you turned around to face him, you saw him standing there like a lost puppy. You just wish he could see what you were talking about. “Don't act like you didn't do horrible things then too. I saw what you did to Jess.” “Don't turn this onto me Miguel. This is about you.” You walked up to him and pressed your finger into his chest. “This is about you, and the horrible things you've done to me! I can't even take a shower anymore without looking at myself in the mirror and seeing your damage!” You lifted up your shirt sleeve. “You did this! This was all you!” Miguel looks down at you with sympathetic eyes as your eyes began to well up.

“And you can’t just barge in on this life I’ve made for myself and ask for me back because I won't go with you!” You were fully crying at this point, desperately trying to get your words out between sobs and lightly punching at Miguel's chest while he just stared at you. “Because I hate you Miguel! I hate you, okay!” You couldn't manage to talk anymore, overcome with the emotions he caused you to feel. You rested your head on his chest as you continued to sob. He wrapped his arms around you, causing you to do the same to him immediately. You sat there crying into his arms for about a minute, until he lifted up your chin with his finger.

“I’m so sorry I did this to you mi princesa. I’m so sorry. But I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” Overtaken by emotion, you grab his face and crash your lips into his. Almost instinctively, his hands find a home onto your hips. You pull away for a second. “Just stop talking already,” you say breathlessly. He rushes to connect the two of your lips again, already going as far as to slip his tongue in between your lips. He’s so passionate about everything he does. His hands hold a tight grip on your body as his tongue explores your mouth. Almost like he’s hungry for you. No, not hungry. Starving. Famished. Three years apart was too much for him to stand without you by his side or in his bed. He needed you desperately. Like his life depended on if he was going to be able to fuck you into your bed tonight or not.

He let out moans as your hands ran through and tugged on his hair. But as soon as his claws came out and dug into your hips, you pulled your mouth off of his, a string of saliva still connecting you two. “No claws Miguel. Bring them out again, and its over okay.” You still weren’t mentally over his attack against you. He nods. “Of course, baby.” With that said, you let go of him to walk over to the edge of the building. Once your at the edge, you signal him over. He follows, almost as if he’s under some spell. You attach one of your webs to your balcony railing below and use it as a guide to fall down to it. You land on your balcony, Miguel following close behind as you open the sliding door to your bedroom.

After you close the door and blinds, you turn to find Miguel almost hovering over you. He looked like some kind of lost dog the way he kept following you around, begging for more of you. You gently kiss him and guide him over to your bed. He sits down on the edge of the bed and begins to pull your hoodie off your head as you help him take off his suit. Once your sweatpants are off as well, you gently push him onto his back on your bed. Goosebumps form all over your body, partially from exposure to the cold air in your room, and partially from seeing him like this underneath you again. Finally, you take his already hard cock, and slide it into your hole, causing a rough groan out of him as you begin to rock on his hips.

You take things nice and slow while you’re in control, knowing the moment you get sloppy he’ll start to take over for you. You kissed down his neck and collarbone as you rode him, with him gripping hard at your back and your hips. “Nng, m-missed you s-so much amor,” he groaned out. “Tan hermosa.” You begin to speed your thrusting, tugging at his hair to get strained noises out of him. His hands make their way up to your back, digging into your skin. But your quick to rip his hands out of your back and pin them above his head once his talons come out again, into your back this time. You also take your lips off of his and stop your thrusting.

Miguel searched your face for some kind of explanation to the sudden stop, to find you panting and nearly frozen still. You’re taken back to that fight, a result from his claws finding a way into your scars. You’re pulled back to reality by Miguel’s voice. “Amor, que paso?” he asks with concern. You quickly wipe the sweat off your face and look into his beautiful crimson eyes. You wanted to forget the pain he caused you all those years ago, but unfortunately you couldn’t. But, you were willing to forgive him though. “Nothing Miggy,” you say gently, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. He tries to move his hands back onto you, but finds his hands still trapped to the headboard. He looks at you confused. “What did I say about the claws, Miguel.”

“Ay, baby you know its hard for me to control them around you,” he says, slightly annoyed, driven by the need to touch you again. “Well you’re going to need to try to okay? For now though, you’re going to stay like this.” His face drops, and he makes a sound almost like a whine. “Ay coño, lo siento péro you don’t need to punish me.” You felt powerful hearing him whine and beg like this. You were denying a starving man of his woman, his source of energy.

Arms squirmed in your hand, as you began to rock on top of him again. You made sure to not kiss him either, moving away whenever he would try to place his mouth onto yours. He whined as you picked up your speed, desperate to feel you again. “P-please, let me go cariño.” You moved your mouth down and whispered in his ear, running your finger up and down his stomach, causing him to melt under you and whimper like a madman. “Not just yet,” you whispered seductively, sending extra chills down his spine and into his stomach when you bit into his ear lobe.

Overcome with your own urge to feel him, you accidentally let go of his hands and moved yours to grab hold of each of his pecs as you planted kisses over his sternum. Suddenly, you’re overswept as Miguel is freed and takes control over the situation. “I love you amor, but you have to let me touch your,” he says in that beautiful, rich tone of his before he goes at his own pace: slamming himself into you.

He goes much faster than you did, and you almost come there on the spot as he nearly breaks your bed with his ferocity. You grip onto his enormous triceps for leverage as you let out a series of incoherent moans. “You like that, huh?” he pants out. You shove your lips onto his to get him to stop talking. “I-if you’re gonna do this, n-ngh, you’re gonna have to s-hh-ut up,” you manage to get out in between your almost inhumane sounds. He nods and shoves his tongue into your mouth, exploring the insides of your cheeks while his tip slams into your walls, causing that white heat to begin to build up in your stomach.

His hands swarm across your body, making up for lost time before, and eventually land on your breasts as he begins to palm at them. Just as you thought he couldn’t arouse you any more than he already has, he moves his mouth along your jawline, down to your neck, and begins to mark it with kisses and slight sucking. “I-I missed you too, Miggy.”

That nickname you had for him drove him crazy. So crazy in fact, his next move was to drive his fangs into your neck, making sure to not let his poison seep into your neck. He presses his lips and sucks on the skin on your neck while sinking his fangs deeper into you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, as you held onto his broad shoulders while he basically slammed you into the bed. “Oh Miguel,” you moaned out. He nodded, not able to speak, due to his fangs still being attached to your neck. You could tell he was getting close too with how sloppy his pace was getting.

You’re washed over with bliss when the heat in your stomach finally takes over the rest of your body, almost clawing at Miguel while you come. His hands put more pressure on your breasts as he comes as well, moaning into the softness of your neck. Once you two have both finished, he slowly pulls his teeth out of your neck, and licks up the metallic liquid with his warm, delicate tongue. He slowly pulls his cock out of the sweetness of your cunt and rolls over to lay next to you on the bed, dragging his fingers across your pussy, taking the cum his fingers picked up and putting it in his mouth.

He plants a kiss onto your forehead before saying, “One second, princesa, I’ll be right back,” as he got up to go to the bathroom. He must have been in there for about 10 minutes before coming back into your room and reaching out his hand for yours. You take his hand as he leads you out of bed, reminded of how naked you are when you reveal yourself from the sheets.

He leads you into the bathroom to see that hes drawn a bath for the two of you. You blush slightly at the gesture, as he gets in first and leads you in. The touch of the water numbs your body slightly with the mixture of the cold room to the hot bath water. You almost melt as you sink in, laying your back against Miguel’s chest as he wraps his arms around your body. You could fall asleep right here, mixed between the comfort of the bath water, and Miguel’s body finally against yours again. The bathtub was kind of small, so his body was taking up most of the space, causing him to basically engulf you.

You were surrounded in him, his lips almost attached to the nape of your nack, his arms consuming your upper half, and his legs intwining with your lower half. He wiggles slightly to reach the soap, puts it in the water to wet it, and lathers it onto your body. First, he washes your arms, rubbing the soap back and forth over your arm hairs, and even under your armpits. Next, he moves to wash your chest. He takes the soap and moves it over your breasts and your underboob, causing you to move in closer to him. His response is to peck kisses into the crook of your neck, getting little giggles out of you. You stop giggling though after he stops kissing you and stays still for a second.

You wait in silence for him to do something. “...Miggy…you okay?” you ask when he doesn’t say anything. You turn your head slightly to see him. Out of your peripherals, you see him staring solemnly at your back. He’s finally seen them. The four almost perfectly placed scars warping across your back. They were huge. And he knows they’re from him. You turned your head back to the front and dug it in between your knees, pushing out your back even more. Miguel delicately traced his fingers over them, as you waited curled up for him to say something. “I’m sorry,” is all he can manage to weakly push out.

You decide to turn your body around to face him, splashing water around in the cramped bathtub while doing so. His eyes are down with sadness creeping over his face. You cup his cheek with your hand and press a loving, gentle kiss onto his lips. You bring his arms over your shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips. You wanted to be engulfed by him. You were so pressed on staying mad at him for so many years that you forgot how much you loved being this close to him. You could hear his heart softly beating as you pressed your head against his chest. He soon wrapped his arms around your body, taking you into him, and dug his head into the crook of your neck, almost as if he was hiding.

You stayed there for a moment before eventually turning back around. You laid your head in a position so you could still see his face if you looked up. You could feel yourself slowly dozing off in his arms. Your last thoughts before you slipped out of consciousness was of how perfect this was.

You had found your home again. Moreso, he found his way to you. And this time, you were never going to let go.

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a/n: i just wanted to say thank you to everyone for sticking around during this series. i know it wasn't meant to be 4 parts and only 2 so i really appreciate everyone who stuck around for the whole thing. make sure to look out for my next thing cause i wanna start writing an enemies to lover oc x miguel thing so please go and support that once thats out. thanks guys!!!!

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Of Nightmares and Memories /three/ Azriel x reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two

The night of Calanmai came. You were buzzing with energy. You dressed in old clothes, and wrapped yourself in Lucien’s cloak, trying to hide your scent as best as possible. To anyone else out there, it would look like you belonged to the fox. That you were his and no one else’s. Which would also keep you safe from anyone creeping a little too close.

“Stay with me, do you understand?” Lucien questioned.

“I know, I know.”

The beat of the drums outside grows louder and louder. You could feel them in your soul, begging you to run out and join the fun. You ached with anticipation. You were going to leave this dreaded house and finally see your brother again.

You just wanted to lay eyes on him and know that he was still in there somewhere, and wasn’t the monster everyone believed him to be. Certainly he was doing what he had to do to survive? Certainly your sweet caring brother was still in there, buried deep within?

“Come, we don’t have much time,” Lucien said, leading you out of your rooms.

You shiver against the cool night. Though you weren’t sure if it was the cold that was making you shiver, or the thought of seeing him again. You couldn’t tell him who you were, couldn’t allow him to realize you were still alive.

He would destroy the spring court and with it any hopes of beating Amerantha at her own game. If Feyre could just admit that she was in love with Tamlin, which somehow you had a feeling she was slowly falling for the Lord of Spring, everything would change. Maybe you could go home again.

You longed for home. Longed for Valaris, and the group of fae that you called family. You longed for Cassian and Mor constantly fighting and joking. You longed for Amren and her grumpy nature. And Azriel…your Az. The person who seemed to understand you more than anyone else in the world. You longed for him most of all. He was so quiet and understanding, and so beautiful in every possible way. You wished you would have told him. But you were still just a child.

You were still so young when Tamlin and his family took you. Barely even eighteen, but you aged slower somehow, so while you were of age, you barely looked sixteen. So small and young. So much of your life stripped away from you.

You feel Rhys before you spot him. You feel the night rippling off of him, calling your own powers out to play. The headache slowly sets in at the base of your skull as you try to reign in your own shadows and darkness.

He’s talking to Feyre, and for a moment you smile, because you could see them together in another life. Perhaps if she’d been born a Fae. Perhaps if Rhys needed to be the one to break Amerantha’s curse, and not Tamlin. Because you hated the idea of Tamlin getting to be happy with Feyre once this was all said and done. You hated the fact that she would live out her few good years with that beast.

“What do we have here?” His silky voice questioned, violet eyes looking you over, “Already have a play thing, Lucien?”

“Not quite,” I spoke up, daring him to recognize me from beneath the glamor.

you could feel his mental claws scratching against my shields, looking for a way in. He would not find one, of course. Having been trained to block him out since you were old enough to understand the concept.

His eyes narrowed at you, taking a step closer towards you. Meanwhile, Lucien hissed at you to stay put while he dragged Feyre back to the manor house, leaving you alone with Rhys. You ached to tell him, but you couldn’t. If you told him you’d be dead before the next moon rise.

“Who are you?”

You bite back the bile that rises in your throat, “Lucien’s…friend.”

“No, you aren’t.”

You only smirk and try to force your way into his head again, sweat starting to bead on your forehead.

“If you were his friend, you wouldn’t be full of faebane.”

“Maybe I choose this.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” he tisks, “Poor little lamb, stuck in spring.”

“I’m far from a little lamb,” You hiss back, hating that you sound and feel weak.

You are weak, in every way that matters now, you’re weak. And Rhys can’t do anything to help you. He can’t take you away from here, he can’t save you. Because he can’t even save himself. He’s stuck under Amerantha’s thumb, and there’s nothing that can be done about it. Your only hope is that poor human girl to actually fall in love with Tamlin. What a fate that would be.

Lucien returns, dropping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You had to do something, anything to try to let him know you were alive. That you were here. You were right there, just silently begging for him to notice you. So you did the only thing you could think of and flung out what little power you had left. You scratched down his mental shields, already feeling sweat beading on your forehead.

At this point he’d turned his back, ready to move away from the boring conversation. But your little outburst caused him to spin back around and stalk towards you. You thought he might go for your throat, might kill you right there for daring to do anything to him but he didn’t.

“I could kill you right where you stand,” He hisses at you, “Without breaking a sweat.”

“Ah, but you’d have to catch me first,” you struggle to say from the strain of the faebane, “I hear I’m like the wind.”

His eyes widen, hands reaching for you, before Lucien took hold of you and dragged you away. You were back in the manor house before you could even think. Lucien started to yell at you, drowning out the sound of the drums outside, which were growing louder and louder. The rite would start soon, Lucien would be needed.

“What did you say to him?” He demands.

“Nothing, you heard me.”

“No, that meant something!”

“Just something I used to say as a child,” You shake your head, “I’m going to bed. Have fun.”

You wave him off as you go. You felt heavy and tired. But somehow so invigorated. Your brother was still your brother, you knew that. Deep down he was still Rhys, and not the monster everyone believed him to be. Deep down, he was still there, just waiting to come back out like everyone else.

That night you dreamt of your wings. Flying over Valaris with Rhys and your mother. Laughing with Cas and Az at the House of Wind. You dreamt about everything, and at the same time nothing.

“I’m going to get you, little star!” Rhys laughed from behind you as you ran away from him.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” You yell, jumping off of the ledge, “I’m like the wind!”

The air catches your wings and pulls you along. You smile and giggle as you pivot to avoid Rhys again. The wind whips through your hair as you fly, you don’t bother trying to stop it. It only makes you laugh harder. You feel so free as you fly higher and higher over the city. You wonder for a second if they can hear you laughing down in the Rainbow.

You’d have to stop back down there today, you wanted to listen to the music some more. Maybe purchase a painting or two for your rooms. Maybe you could convince Cas or Az to come with you.

Arms reach around you, causing you to shriek. Rhys’ laugh filled your ears and you relaxed into his arms. It was rare to have moments like this now. Your father kept him so busy, much to yours and your mother’s dismay.

He pulls you in close and laughs as you nudge him with your elbow, “I love you, little star,” He whispers to you above the wind.

“I love you too, Rhys.”

When you wake the following morning, you have tears in your eyes. Your pillow is wet with them. You do not get out of bed that day.

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slutforaemondtargaryen · 1 year

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Special Suit | Shuri

Pairings: Shuri x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, strap!shuri, nicknames, suit fucking, praise kink, fingering, multiple orgasms

Summary: Shuri wants to show you her new suit, that she made especially for you.

Word Count: 866

Author's note: Alright, i dont know if im satisfied with this, but it aint that bad.

Today I decided to visit my beautiful girlfriend in her lab. When I walked in I heard her beautiful voice ''Y/N, I'm so happy you're here! I want to show you something, come!''. I quickly came over to her. ''What is it?'' I asked with curiosity.

She then put on a suit I'd never seen before. It looked familiar to her normal suit, but the material looked different. More comfortable. It showed her curves so beautifully. And it didn't cover her face so I could see her beautiful face. She looked majestic in it.

The look at her made me wet in seconds. I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing. ''I made this suit, especially for our little fun''. She tapped on her thigh, a sign for me to come closer and sit there.

I sat on her thigh, patiently waiting for her next order. She torns my pants and patnies with her claws, throwing them away leaving me half naked. Luckily there was none there.

''Will you be a good girl today?'' she whispers in my ear seductively. I nod my head. ''Is that so?'' her hands slides in between my legs caressing my inner thighs. She licks my earlobe, making me moan softly.

''Ride my thigh.'' she demands and I obey without hesistation. I slowly start riding her thigh. The material against my clit feels amazing, making me moan. She grips my hips and makes the pace faster. I start to moan, but my moans are quickly silenced by her mouth. Her toungue fighting for dominance with mine. I melt into the kiss, her tongue inspects every place in my mouth.

''I'm close'' I cry out, desperately riding her thigh to get satisfied. ''Be a good girl and cum for me. Make a mess all over my thigh, princess.'' she muttered. It took me about five seconds and I came with cry of her name, making a mess on her thigh. My whole body is still shaking from the wholesome orgasm I just recieved. I rest my head on her shoulder breathing heavily.

She pats my head ''You did amazing, my love. You were such a good girl.'' I was still recovering from my orgasm when she started to circle my clit. Her words made me even wetter if it was possible. She entered two fingers and started fucking me at rapid pace. I gripped on her shoulders. ''You can take it, princess. You've taken it before.'' she encorouges me.

I smash my lips against hers as I feel another finger slipping in me. She bites at my bottom lip almost drawing blood. My moans get louder as I feel another orgasm coming. ''Such a good girl, clenching around my fingers, so goodly.'' the pace gets fast and harder her fingers curling in me every way possible, fetching my orgasm. I finally let go. I cum hard all over her fingers.

She slips them out, my juices flowing from me, dripping down my thighs. She brings them to her mouth and licks them clean, moaning at the taste of me. ''You taste wonderful, princess''

''Are you ready for another round?'' she says more informing me than asking me. ''I added a special thing in my suit, so I can fuck you properly'' she announced while tapped something on the screen and a strap created itself on her lap.

It was purple, big and thick. It matched her suit. Shuri watched me with smirk on her face as I was examining the strap. ''Do you like it, my love?'' she questioned. ''Yes, I like it very much!'' I nod my head and touch it. It's very flexible and soft.

Shuri then takes the strap in her hand and positions it against my slit. Coating it in my juices she slowly circles my clit with her fingers. ''Ride my strap with your sweet little pussy, princess'' with that she grips my hips and slowly positions me on the strap.

I slide on it slowly, moaning at how big it is. ''Kiss me'' she demands. I kiss her lips softly as I ride her strap. The kiss becomes quickly passionate and she sets up a rough and fast pace, fucking me with the strap deeply.

I try to pull the strap out from all the overstimulation, but her grip on my hips only tightens and she thrusts in me harder than ever before. ''Take what I give you, princess or you won't cum for a week.'' she growls in my ear, hardening every trust with every words.

My back arches as I feel that I am close to my climax. ''Not yet, wait until I tell you so'' she stated, also being close to her orgasm. She circles my clit bringing me closer to my release. Her thrusts become sloppy, but still deep. ''Cum for me, my love'' she said and with that I came, Shuri just a second later.

She circles my clit and kisses me, taking me through the orgasm. ''I loved it'' I say with weak voice. ''You were such a good girl for me today, I am so proud of you, my sweet princess'' she gives me kiss on my forehead.

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cookie-crumblr · 22 days

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 7~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

CW: Fem Reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, asphyxiation, drugged reader, collars, explicit language, names used against reader(bitch, slut, ), size difference/kink, NON CON SA BY ML, P in V, non con anal, biting, marking, burning, drugs like hard drugs (not usage though in this part…) collar and leash use, bullying, creampie, unprotected sex

You awake in someone’s strong arms, at first you think it’s Ace, you snuggle into the warmth without thinking. He smells so good though. A scent that’s nostalgic and comforting to you, a scent that brings you both joy and despair…

A contradicting scent, for the contradicting man that owns it.

Though your vision is blurred the hair color you see is not pink, and the hight difference is evident judging by how far off the ground you are…

You weakly push away though you use all of your strength, you aren’t really moving.

“Pfft, you wan’ me t’ let ya go tha’ bad? fine. Bitch.” he drops you and you land onto the earth with a solid THUD. You don’t bounce at all and everything thrums intensely with pain.

“fuuuck!” The wind was knocked out of you, and it comes out strained and ragged.

He sits on a rock nearby.

“You wan’ed it.”

“Shinsh when do you everr- gimme whaaad i want.” Your slurring and putting weird emphasis in the wrong places. You can’t control your body very well it seems. This is aggravating.

“Bahaahahaha! You sound like an alcoholic!” He laughs deeply.

As he laughs, it echos through the swiftly darkening trees.

“Where, arrre we?” You look around you slowly, eyes widening in the dimness of dusk around you in the foggy forest.

Glancing down you realize you’re in lingerie and a thick collar with a padlock and a leash that he’s still holding.

You reach up but even that action wears you out, your arms fall to your sides. “What’dddid you do t’ me?”

He looks away.

“No! You don’t get t’ d-do that ‘ny more! jack-ass!” you feel your body waking up a little bit more.

“You don’t get to tell me,” He stomps over to you and grips you around the collar squeezing the thick leather tight against you, his thumbs press into pressure points as he lifts you. “What i can, or can’t do, bitch” Your throat feels like it may just collapse before he throws you back into the dirt.

You gasp for air, before he starts back up.

“I can’t be without you” he’s grabbing at his head as if he’s the one in pain, “I can’t stand you! But i can’t seem t’ be without you” he steps over you.

Shakily, you start to crawl, your body moves, but only barely. You claw the ferns pulling up their snapping roots, while trying to pull yourself away from him. You’re groaning through pain and you knew you wouldn’t make it far, but you have to fight. You just won’t give up.

He’s loving this side of you. It excites him that you’re now unbroken, you’ve somehow gathered your previous shards and glued them back together with gold, and he gets to be the rampaging bull in your china shop.

and oh my, is he gonna tear you apart, again and again, as long as you keep fighting him.

He squats over you and rips down the panties you were in.

His massive, bloody hands enrapture your body, groping your breast, your neck, your thighs, and your belly. You’re trying your hardest to fight, fight through the pain, through the drowsiness and now through the shameful heat igniting the coals in your core.

He bites your back leaving bruises and deep teeth marks, as he presses his burning tip to your entrance.

“Please!” You’re always begging him, as if the humanity that has to be buried deep inside of him will ever hear you. “Ezra! No!!” You struggle and punch at the ground.

He’s forcing his hardened and dry dick inside of you.

It burns in both the absolute worst and somehow the best way you’ve ever felt.

You scream, again and again breathlessly, as he starts slamming into you not giving you any time to adjust or feel anything other than the pain now. His impossibly long length takes the air out of your lungs everytime it punches into you.

he has you face down in the dirt, and you’re still begging and screaming but everytime you try and breathe in, dirt is getting into your mouth and nostrils. You’re humiliated and disgusted on top of everything else. “You like this don’t you slut!? That’s why you keep fighting me!” He pulls on your leash choking you and pulling your head back towards him and out of the dirt.

“Hah! I fucking love your face righ’ now” He pulls out his phone and takes a few pics before slamming back into you and then harshly dragging it out slowly.

For a second his hips roll while only his tip is inside you, massaging that one spongey spot that has you moan out accidentally.

“You’re enjoyin’ this too much…” Ezra smiles.

He pulls apart your ass cheeks and spits on your hole…

“N-No!! EZRA! NO!!” even with lube it would still be insanely painfull with a dick his size.

He pulls out of your sopping pussy, “I knew you liked this, slut,” He spits again and stuffs his dick into your tight little ass hole. It feels like you are ripping apart. You’re being torn like construction paper, messily and all the edges are jagged and ugly.

He groans as he pulls your body up into his lap, he completely engulfs and dwarfs you. He bites your shoulder while pounding your ass and using you like a fleshlight. Or a doll, a pretty little doll just for him to shatter. He doesn’t give you an ounce of pity or mercy. “You can take it!” He spits. “I know you can take this!”

He finishes in your ass while holding your arms behind your back. You feel yourself fill to the brim with his hot, defiling substance.

He throws you back into the dirt.

You land face down, overflowing ass, up.

“Better find y’r way home, I’ll be waitin’ bitch.”

He walks off without you, into the fog.

He would have carried you home, but you just had to be difficult.

You stumble forward in the direction he went as your swiftly numbing body drags behind your mind.

You can’t feel your leg anymore at least.

And your feet stopped hurting from all the thorns and prickly plants a long time ago.

You keep moving.

Just as you fight him, you’re fighting for your life right now. Even if it means getting home to him in your dorm. who knows, maybe before you get there someone will let you use their phone…

That’s wishful thinking.

Lights of the college start breaking through the canopies of leaves and you almost laugh, you made it!

You really made it!

“haaah, hah,” You fall flat.

You can’t move your legs anymore and your vision is blacking out, when you hear crunching footsteps encroaching from nearby.

“Did better than i thought y’ would” You hear Ezra, he was following you the whole time, just watching you suffer.

What a sadistic maniac.

and with that last thought, you’re out again.

When you come to, Ace is there this time, he tells you what happened and where you ended up while you were unconscious.

A rival gang kidnapped you.

Ezra “saved” you.

“pfft. I wish he hadn’t” You snicker. “What could they’ve done that he hasn’t?”

After a little while Ace leaves, and Ezra returns, flicking a cigarette butt at you onto your bed.

You scramble as best as you tired and sore body will let you to put it out before anything catches fire and end up burning yourself, “Ow!”

“Y/N. I want you.”

“What else is new.” You roll your eyes. This is ridiculous.

He isn’t even surprised this time, he just smiles wickedly.

“You just don’t get it, do you? Look at chu! All battered and bruised up. Fuck when are you jus gon give in?” he grabs your cheeks and squeezes them causing your lips to fish out.

You pull away, you’re tempted to bite him. He sees your jaw clenching and his already wild smile grows.

“I have nother present for ya.” You cant move to see what he’s doing, your body is too heavy and worn from your trudge back last night.

you hear rustling of a paper bag before he returns to your vision with a syringe and a spoon and baggie of vinegar scented tar…

“N-no, Ezra… Please…” You always beg.

He never listens.

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sheep-and-lykos · 6 months

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omg i love leon so much i am so happy you're writing for resident evil!!! please, i need werewolf leon angst, please please please

"Whys it in a cage?

Because it growled at me."

How long had you both been separated? Peering up at the rolling dark clouds and the lack of a sun, you'd have to judge at least a few hours. You didn't like the vile pool that bubbled in the deepest pits of your gut, it made something bitter simmer at the back of your throat that had you almost on the verge of vomiting. The rancid smells of the rotting village around you didn't help either.

You kept your gun in front of you, cocked and ready with a full magazine just waiting to be emptied into the next thing that moves in this damn hellsite. You inched your way through, eyes spying the mangled bodies of rotting cadavers split open for some sick offering as well as fresh ones still somewhat warm that looked to have been torn up by a wild animal. You knew wolves lurked around, you swore you even saw one earlier. One if it's legs looked as though it had gotten caught in a trap. It all didn't stop you from keeping your weapon ready in front of you as your exhausted eyes raced across every room and opening you came across.

You needed to find Leon.

Ashley would be with Leon. Find her and you find him.

It was simple. Right?

The biting cold blew past you, ruffling up the fallen leaves and kicking up the putrid smells of rotting earth and bodies that almost had you crumbling over to hurl up whatever was left in your gut. It all made you feel horribly dizzy. Comms were static in your ear, filling your mind with even more cotton fuzz that had you just yanking the damn ear piece out in frustration.

You started deeper into madness, following the trail of dropped bodies riddled with bullet holes and deep lacerations until you came upon a glint against the muddy ground. A metallic glint that upon inspection had your blood freezing: Leon's SG-09R laid splattered in mud, barely visible. You were only able to see in from the faint light of the full moon overhead. You couldn't help but pick it up, the weight foreign yet familiar. It was empty, bullets absent. What was even more of a shock was that it almost looked like it had been crushed, especially at the wooden embedded handle. The metal was all bent out of shape and the wood was splintered. Whatever got ahold of it has to have been something big and nasty. It sent a shiver down your spine as you looked around, eyes trained on the dying foliage for any eyes that may have been watching you, but nothing seemed to move.

You pocketed the handgun and started deeper into the madness.

The bodies had started to grow in numbers until you came to a halt. You could hear something awful just ahead. What the fuck could it have been? It had to have been an animal from the horrid snarls it gave off

You poked your head out only to nearly back away just at the sight.

It was some sort of fucking monster; big and horrible and covered in blood-soaked hair. It looked like a wolf trying to play human with skin stretched tight over lanky limbs. Hell, it even had scraps of clothes wrapped around its odd body-

You felt your heart stop. You peered out again.

It had its back to you, ashen hairy hands were busy fighting off another infected villager. You didn't want to believe it.

The villager dropped dead, falling like a boulder against the cold earth as the beast towered over it. It's snout carved through the chilled air, dog-like nose sniffing the air while it's bloody claws flexed.

Your eyes suddenly met, haunting sapphire meeting your own terrified hues, you knew you were fucked.

You raised your gun with shaking hands, finger trembling over the trigger. Was this real? Was this a real thing happening to you right now? Staring down a fucking werewolf in the middle of an infected village that was wearing the clothes of your fucking partner and boyfriend?

He started towards you and you pulled the trigger.

It felt like someone had cracked him across the head with a lead pipe. His entire skull throbbed- scratch that, his entire everything felt like it had been lit ablaze and left to stew in agony. He felt a chill roll over his sweat-sheened body, wincing at how every twitch felt like his bones were breaking all over again. But the call of the wild wasn't ringing in his head like stark wedding bells; he was safe from the beast that laid just beneath his skin…

For now.

It was the stench of clotting blood that had his eyes unscrewing faster than he can shoot. It wasn't his blood, but someone he knew all too well. It felt like he had been stabbed in the chest, he hated the way his body wretched and writhed. His eyes burned when he opened them, fluttering and blinking away the pain.

He didn't dare sit up, especially when his body had started to wake with his mind. He could feel the deep pains emitting from his side, his muscles flaring as they tried to heal. He could feel how his body was trying to stitch itself back together, how his muscles had forced out whatever it was that pierced him and now it had only started to heal.

It had to have been a bullet. He swore he could taste the gunpowder, smell the freshly fired round despite it being probably just hours ago that he had been shot.

While he was like that.

His stomach twisted horribly. He shouldn't have let it get to him, he shouldn't have let the beast win earlier, but something inside of him just snapped. It wasn't anything Ashley was doing, although she really didn't make things easier.

Fear had nearly punched his lights out as he was forced to sit up. You.

How did he just now smell it? How did he just now start to smell the stench of your blood that coated dryly at his fingertips? That lingered at the back of his tongue and coated his teeth? Oh God, did he actually attack you?

He groaned as the pain in his naked side started to scream, clutching it as he finally realized where he was.

It had to have been some sort of cellar, surrounded by barrels of old aged wine and dust and cobwebs. It was freezing, there were no windows, just a single lit oil lamp that sat at the base of the stairs that lead out of here. He had been chained at the ankle like some kind of dog (he couldn't really argue against it), the skin underneath had been rubbed raw. He still had tatters of his pants that did their best to keep him covered, the rest of his clothing hadn't been so lucky.

He grabbed onto the cuff and tried to pry it off, completely ignoring the presence that was suddenly behind him until he heard a gun cocking. He hesitated to turn around until he swore the eyes staring at him were about to burn a hole through his skull. He didn't need to see you to know that it was you.

"(Y/n)-"

"What the fuck was that, Leon?" You cut him off.

He really dug himself into a deep grave, didn't he?

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #werewolf leon kennedy #resident evil

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kankuroplease · 1 month

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I like the design of wolfang's mother we can know a little more about her story

Ebba?

She is a boorish woman who comes from a clan that merged with the Inuzuka’s

It took her a few years to grasp the language the Inuzuka speak, but once she got it, she never stopped talking

She got the facial tattoos and a last name a bit late too, but hey. Better late than never

When she was a child, she was the the kid that was always getting in trouble or running wild through the woods with the animals

She wears the fur of her mother’s dire wolf

And her great grandfathers tiger’s teeth for earrings. They were gifted to her for her coming of age celebration

An extreme picky eater. She will argue that she needs meat and will eat around most vegetables

She has a habit of growling whenever she is mad

She and her wolf are always ready for a battle

It’s not that she’s fearless, she just reckless💀

They operate in a cliquish manner. If her wolf doesn’t like you, she doesn’t like you either

If she’s eating, the wolf is eating, etc

Leads a lot of hunts

Loves sun bathing but it doesn’t love her. She burns and just ends up with more freckles

Has a happy trail and she is proud of it

Any excitement and her claws are coming out

The first time she saw Tsuna, she didn’t think much of him

It wasn’t until he growled back at her when her and her clan were arguing with the Senju over battle plans that she was like

“OH”

It had been too long since her last bedmate and camp has been boring 😈

She did get attached to Tsuna very quickly and finding out he was married pissed her off

Very typical of a man in power to cheat on his poor wife

What? She likes women? Why the heck did you marry her then?… you didn’t have choice? Bet you tell every woman that

Hm, she has a lover that lives with you? But you don’t even share a bed and yet you’re still providing for her because she’s your friend?

Damn, she needs to learn her ways. But also, that means he’s sort of still available. She’s still a little upset, but whatever

Randomly bites Tsuna while they’re cuddled up or when his arm is on her shoulder

Thinks he smells like fresh rain and Japanese Yellow Sage. Which became her new favorite smell

Which is what made her cry even harder viewing his body as he didn’t smell like himself anymore

Honestly, could say she loved him and felt loved by him. She just wished they had longer than a short couple years

She hated Sara for having him for longer and potentially taking Tsuna’s unborn child from her

It was her fellow clan members that convinced her they needed to leave sooner than later if she didn’t want the Senju taking her child

Raising Wolfgang wasn’t difficult for her, he was a good child and her clan helped her a lot

She told him stories of his father for his bedtime stories and enjoyed seeing the small peeks of Tsuna’s personality in their child

He laughed just like him when he’d ride the larger ninken with the other children

Also looked out for others like his father always did

Maybe tossed him up a little too high sometimes, but she never dropped him

She also stressed over him a lot. She didn’t want him to get hurt and he just seemed to be a magnet for enemy attacks

The hardest decision she made was joining with the members of the clan that went to fight along side of the Senju again

But she was very surprised at how welcoming Sara was and that she gave her the things she did

It also warmed her heart to see Wolfgang getting along with his Senju cousins (even if they didn’t know they were related yet)

#ask #kpz naruto founder au #knfau ℹ️#tw mentions of death #OC: Ebba Inuzuka

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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I’ve already spammed like five people with this idea, but incubus Ingo! (A lot of this I copied from DM’s I sent and added some cause damn my homies have ideas.) Emmet is here too.

Mainly between me, @onestepbackwards , and @bellafragolina , tho @peachsodama helped a LOT too! I kinda sent so many things to her dm’s as well 😅

🔞18+Only!🔞

🔞CW : religious themes, dom reader, strap on.🔞

Blankshipper DNI!

Shy slutty incubus Ingo. It’s his first day on the job, but he’s so nervous! He accidentally gives himself away.

He was meant to seduce you, the head nun, but it backfires.

rub the tattoo, and if he has a tail, rub right were the tail meets his skin at the same time to get him screaming.

You have to gaslight the entire church that, no, no one was screaming, they are just imaging it.

Not knowing you have a demon below you, shakily reach for you, grasping your robe trying to pull you back down.

You tell the church "It must have been the voice of an Angel"

All while winking to the demon beneath you, who is biting his hand so hard at your lie, his dick twitching.

“Cause lord knows it sounded like it.”

He never thought he’d be cumming to being told he sounded heavenly.

But here he is.

He was suppose to seduce you, not the other way around! But he’s not mad, he loves it.

His back arching and small leathery wings fluttering, as you run your nails across his womb tattoo.

His hand bleeding from how hard he’s biting.

And he looks so pretty speared open on your strap on.

Having him face down on the bed, his ass high in the air. Listening to his squeal for more.

You grab his tail, yanking his ass up by it, listening to him cumming again

“M-more! Please! M’yours! Yoursyoursyours!”

“Such a slut I have.”

Ingo cries out, thrusting his ass back against, while trying to hide his face into the pillow below him.

But thank just won’t do.

Emmet would be so jealous once he finds out. Usually he and Ingo share anyways, so why was Ingo hiding you? Why wasn’t he told?

But watching you pleasure his twin, uncaring, and in front of an oblivious church.

It has him yearning for what Ingo has.

He waits until his twin leaves, but it notices the stoic twin left late, and beyond well fed.

Finally he can make a move!

When he shows himself to you, you think it’s Ingo back again. Until you see his smile, you’ve seen Ingo smile *once* and that was your first night with him, when you exhausted him.

But this is one is wide and excited.

“I am Emmet.”

His voice lacking emotion, unlike your incubus lover’s.

“And I want a taste.”

His spear head tail swishing, like a cat ready to pounce.

And oh he does.

But he wasn’t ready for the fight you put up. Leaving him squeaking as he’s flipped, he can only look up at you in shock.

You have him by the throat, cooing down at him.

“Cute attempt.”

He hates to admit how much his cock twitches at that.

You smack his ass when he started to slow, making his back arch and leaving him squealing.

His wings tremble as he tries to flap them, hoping to get more leverage.

“Gonna cum for like the cockdrunk whore you are?”

“YES! Pleasepleaseplease gonna cum! Cummiiing!”

He slams himself down, pressing your strap on into his prostate. He cums with a cry, coating his and your stomachs.

But he doesn’t stop.

His hips never stop moving.

Tears stream down his face, his eyes cross. He tosses his head back, squealing, when you put the vibrator to his body.

and your free hand lightly clawing his tattoo on his stomach.

His drool sliding down his chin and to his neck, his head is tossed back and hair tussled.

“Such a good slut for me.”

He’s cumming again with no warning, he can’t help it! It’s too much!

Emmet is practically screaming when the vibe touches his womb tattoo.

It’s so sensitive! He can’t-!

“Again? You really are a cumdump.”

“F’you!”

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#submas.thirst #submas smut #pokemon emmet x reader smut #pokemon ingo x reader smut #ingo smut #pokemon smut #emmet.thirst #ingo.thirst

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elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

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You entered your Evil wife's office/bedroom after a long day. Honestly you were feeling quite exhausted and sad. The both of you had a fight earlier and it wasn't something that normally happened a lot. You were really hoping to sort things out with Leonora and tought that maybe if you'd get to see her, things would clear out by themselves. Unfortunately, as you stopped just in front of her desk where she was correcting copy's, her eyes didn't even budge from her work. Your heart tighten in your chest and you had to do your hardest not to feel hurt by it. The confidence you had just before coming in the office in the first placed immediately shattered and you felt your eyes getting a little wet. Leo didn't even acknowledge you where in the room, it felt like you were invisible and you thought about leaving but you couldn't. You loved Leonora and it was making you way too sad when the both of you were mad at each other...It just couldn't stay like that, so you spoke up anyway with hope that she would look at you or maybe do something.

Leonora...

Nothing came from your love and you felt the stress and hurt starting to make itself known. You tried again however, using her shorten name only you could use.

Leo please.

As you spoke up in a voice that sounded a bit desperate, you catched a glimpse of Leonora's nailed hand laying itself flat on the desk and herd her breathing get a little troubled. It sounded just like she actually was trying to keep herself in check. It allowed a bit of hope to come back to you.

You knew what to call her to make her composure crack and talk... The only issues with it, was the embarrassment you felt to say it. That, even if you saw your wife as such and that it melts your mind to call her that...Nonetheless, you had to do sacrifice for her attention and this one wasn't to much of a deal really. So you actually called her like you knew she desired and you felt your cheeks flushed the second it came out.

Please Mommy...

Leonora's writing hand this time was the one that stopped, the pencil she previously was holding completely forgotten and her nails harshly clawing at the wood of the desk.

A groan then escaped her pretty lips, before dark green eyes landed on yours looking so serious and so dangerous that you nearly felt the need to hide.

What did you say kitten, I'm not sure I heard it well.

Leonora said, while looking at your weak and submit form like a predator.

When Leo spoke up it sounded so sensual and dominant that your knees nearly gave up under you by the only sound of it.

The intensity of her gaze made you blush even more and you couldn't resist lowering your head to the ground in shame. Honestly you couldn't tell what you were feeling when Leonora was acting like this with you. It all was so overwhelming.

The dean of evil on her side, smirked a little at your reaction, before walking around her desk slowly and seductively to end up just in front of you. Then with a surprising delicacy, she took your chin between her little argent claws and made your eyes met hers again. She just hated it when you were looking away form her like this.

You know I hate it when you do that when I'm talking to you pet...

Her words and gesture makes you feel instantly so vulnerable. Leo was so good at this and she knew it...to well actually. With you it was always that easy and you just...loved the effect she had on you dammit. It wasn't for nothing after all that you felt like calling her Mommy. It was because Leonora Lesso liked control, power and absolutely was a dominant. Only one look in your direction and you already knew she could do whatever she wanted with you. Just like right now.

Sorry mommy.

Leo then smiled of satisfaction because of your answer, before moving her hands adorned with multiple rings and accessories to your cheek and caressed it. You sight and lean on her touch. You where practically purring at the contact and the dean of evil couldn't help biting her lower lips at the view.

With a sensual but non the less hard voice, lady lesso came whispering to your ears before biting a little hard at it.

No matter how cute you are I'm still mad at you princess.

Then the red head separated herself from your body and turned around to go back behind her desk like nothing ever happened.

You stayed stunned for a moment, feeling the nick she had just made on your ears. It hurt a little and your expression changed to a pout at the realisation of her getting away. You already missed her touch on your skin and her sent near you.

However, when you finally looked for the women you lived again, you rapidly realized that she wasn't correcting again this time. Her eyes were still on you and she looked expectant, like if she was expecting to hear you say something... Leo just knew you would crack and say what she wanted to hear so the women waited patiently and like expected, it didn't take really for you to do so. Letting out a mecontent groan and rolling your eyes before speaking up to her.

Fine! I'll tell Tristan I can't study with him anymore because my wife is to jealous to let me hang out with boys...and girl well everyone really. You shot Leonora an angry look and just sat on the chair in front of her desk, not even bothering to look at her. The only thing you did was to crossed your arms in front of you tightly and pout.

Leonora stayed silent when you said what you just did, she wasn't sure about her feeling at the moment. It was a mix of happiness and satisfaction because she got what she wanted, but at the same time she felt guilty to be so restrictive toward you. The red head knew how much being with her in a relationship was affecting your surrounding negatively. Since the two of you started dating, Leo had made it quite clear that she didn't wanted you to spend time with anyone but her and having friend wasn't really an option either. The dean knew that it was hurting you, making you feel alone and she really didn't wished that for you but she just couldn't...it felt so impossible for her to share you. It was a fact that your relationship with each other was quite toxic in many ways but after all she was the dean of evil and evil never shared. Yet, the Evil dean stood up again from her place and walked to you still sat on the chair pouting and apparently quite mad. In front of the chair Leo lowered herself to get to your level, putting one of her knee to the ground and looking at your sad face wishing for you to look at her. Yet you didn't and Leonora took your face between her fingers to direct it to hers but you pushed her touch and removed your face from her grip.

Leonora let out a surprised sight, her expression stunned and blanc. It was the first time since you started dating that you refused any type of contact she imposed on you and it was making the dean's blood boil. She was mad, angry and terribly pissed but she tried not to show it and just talked to you with has much restraint she could muster.

Y/n look at me I won't repeat myself.

You still didn't move and this time Leonora snapped and let her anger out in wave.

Do you want to be punished ? Because it's certainly going to happen if you desobey me and push me away like that y/n!

That's when you finally looked at her with eyes so dark that the dean of evil practically looked scared. You shoot her a defiant and testing gaze before just standing up like she had done some minutes ago and talking to her with so much anger and sadness that you felt your own heart tighten in your chest.

No actually I just want to get out of here and go away from you so if you'll excuse me!

Then you turn your back to her and took your things before tracing your way to the office door. Yet, not even tree step later you felt Leo grab your arm hard and turn you around to be in front of her again. Then before you had time to yell or argue, the dean pressed her lips to yours hard and you freezed in surprise. Of course at first you weren't really happy about the situation and tried to resist the feeling that was coming over you. You tried to separate yourself form Leonora, ( not that hard we have to say tho) then you felt the redheads tongue slip in your mouth and you moaned against your will. Your resolve was crumbling and you knew it but it was just so good and she was making you forget everything just by touching your body. Little whimper of pleasure were escaping your lips more and more frequently and you just lost your mind. You circled your arms around Leonora's neck and jumped in her arms, tightening your legs around her waist feeling the need to be so much closer to her. Leo caught you in her arms and hold you like you were nothing, she hum in satisfaction before moving her lips to the nape of your neck kissing biting sucking at it fiercely. You angled gour head to the side to give her more space to work and closed your eyes in bliss some words escaping your mouth without noticing.

Humm mommy...God yess

While continuing her assault on your neck and mouth, lady lesso moved a little bit to the side with you in her arm, tossing the things their was on her desk, not even bothering about it to be honest. Then, she sat you down on it and stoped her actions on your body. Your eyes snapped instinctively open and they fell directly on deep green abyss that exploded with lust and desire. You pout at Leo because of sudden lack of touch your skin was feeling without her and then you bit your lips blushing.

The redhead on her side had her two arms to each side of you and she was looking at your form from a little higher. She seemed serious and a little perturbed and you let a breath out of your lips looking at her.

Then Leonora raised one of her hand to your face and came passing her nails delicately to your cheek and then to your chin on which she anchor her hails deep on your skin.

With a voice that was showing pretty clearly her mecontentment with your previous actions, the redhead spoke up, so close to your lips that it was almost like she wanted to whisper the words she said in your mouth.

Don't ever and I repeat myself, don't ever push me away like you just did baby girl because there will be consequences, am I understood!?

The words were clear and commanding, their was no place for questionnement or else it was an order. When you spoke up to answer her, your voice shook a little and you looked like a little prey standing in front of a dangerous predator.

Yes Mommy, I'm sorry...

Your answer satisfied Leonora because she loosen her grip on your chin and just caress your skin delicately to shoot the pain. Her eyes soften and she kissed you again. You hummed at the softness of her lips against yours and just kiss her back for a moment and ended up parting to take your breath back.

When separated form you, Leo lowered her head a little and let out a sign and spoke up with a voice that literally surprised you because of it's softness and sadness.

I...I'm sorry darling. I know being in a relationship with me is not easy. I'm not really a good girlfriend I know...you should have the possibility to have friends and spend time with people of your age. Yet, my possessiveness over you is making your life sad and empty. I love you y/n...(she said this time raising her head back up and looking in your eyes again with hurt and guilt.) probably to much actually and it makes me crazy when I know you are with other peoples because you are mine and I don't want to share you.

Yet, I don't want to make you suffer...even if I'm the dean of evil and I naturally love to inflict pain, it's never going to be the case for you. So, I'm going to let you see this guy...at least this time and will see for after.

You looked at your wife listening to her words and your eyes widen in disbelief. You couldn't be hearing right...Leonora Lesso was letting you go study with a guy...and she admitted not wishing to hurt you. Something wasn't right.

Your eyebrows frown then and you had an interrogation expression on. You took Leo's free hand in yours and squeezed it before leaving a sweet kiss to her cheek and speaking up.

Leo are you feeling alright, do you feel dizzy or sick?

The dean of evil rolled her eyes playfully at your reaction and brought both of your joined hands to her lips to lay kisses on the top.

I'm fine kitten, I just...I just don't want to loose you because you get sick of me keeping your in a box all the time. I'll suffer, to go against my instincts and principe but if it can make you happier...I'll try to do my best to tolerate other people near you.

Your eyes shined, starting to get a little glassy with tears of love. You smiled at her and wiped a droplet of salty liquid pearling on your cheek. Then you crashed your lips passionately to Leonora's, whimpering and breathing her scent you were addict to. The kiss lasted a while and you both had to stop each other because of risk from suffocation. You layed your forehead against your wife's and took a long breath closing your eyes.

Thank you...I love you so much Leo.

The dean of evil hummed in answer before kissing your forehead and cheek.

You giggle and squeeze your wife hand.

I won't spend much time with others even if you gave me permission. Just when I feel the need mommy I promise. I'm yours and always will be for the rest of my life until I let out my last breath.

Lady Lesso after that grabbed your body in her arms and brought you up, letting you circle your arm around her neck to steady yourself. Then she smirk and kissed your lips tenderly while walking to the door of your shared bedroom.

Hum yes you are mine little one, but I think theirs no hurt in reminding you.

When you cross the door and saw Leonora's eyes darken and envious you just knew it was going to be a long night.

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Pairing: John Seed/Original Female Deputy. Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~5000 Warnings: Burning flesh smell. Descriptions of wounds and medical procedures. Angst. Author suddenly switching to present-tense.

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Under arrest.

Delayed rage wakes him from his stupor.

Under arrest.

John Seed, you're under arrest.

That phrase shouldn’t shake him as much as it does. How many times has he heard it before, without giving a shit? Now, his adversary sways on the spot, wiping the bile from her chin, out-of-uniform and almost definitely no longer employed, and hearing her say it — hearing it said with such little ceremony and care —

They might as well be strangers, and she doesn’t even have the decency to end his life with the same theatre she’d given his sister? He deserved to be a fucking martyr. Instead, he gets humiliation.

“You’re kidding.” John spits, biting his cheek to keep his tone level. Anger won’t help him here. Not while there are witnesses. Not while he’s on record.

There’s a disdain in the way she looks at him now, like he’s just another stranger. As if she’d not bordered on swearing herself to him hours prior. As if they hadn’t almost forsaken their allegiances for each other.

How dare she make him do that. How dare she be so ignorant to the foundations she’d shaken.

The fucking arrogance. The nerve.

“You people do know she’s not a deputy anymore, right?” Blood flicks between his teeth at the last consonant while John surveys the pack of bumpkins. “Your leader tried to sell you all for a place in the New Eden.”

“I’m not fired until after you’re in custody.” Cora comments, inspecting the drenched dressing around her forearm.

He smiles bitterly. “Fuck you.”

He has to keep his cool. If he survives this, he has to fight his way back to Joseph.

“Noted.” Cora hums. Not even looking at him now. “You have the right to remain silent-“

“Fuck you. How fucking dare you—“

“Anything you say can be used against you in c—“

“I know my rights. You can’t do this.”

She finally looks at him, then, and he immediately regrets having wanted her to.

“Anything you say can be—“

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” John shrieks, lunging at her despite his restraints and the disdained looks from her insignificant companions. “You can’t pretend this isn’t all your fault! What, you wanna go back to the book now that you’re in control, huh?! Fat fucking chance! As soon as Joseph finds out what you’ve done, he’ll come for me. He’ll kill all of you. You’ll pay for this!”

The Deputy leaves the Mirandas by the wayside, nodding thoughtfully. “That reminds me. Take off your clothes.”

…

Of all the-

John endures a fresh swell of pain in his head to shoot his enemy a particularly scathing look.

”Excuse me?”

“Your clothes. Take them off. Quickly.”

“You’re sick.” An empty smile plasters itself over disbelief.

What for? Surely not just for the purpose of humiliation. It has to be a means to an end, but what end? He’d listened to the Sheriff’s ultimatum on the radio; Cora Stammos had disobeyed orders and gone rogue. There’s no way she could still be employed after such a betrayal.

“You’re lucky I got somethin’ extra for you, bud.” Sharky speaks up, slinging his pack down to start yanking out clothes. His clothes. Sharky Boshaw’s stained, nasty, much too big clothes that he rotated through on a daily basis like a cartoon character.

“Otherwise you’d be walkin’ outta here bare-ass naked.”

That’s it. It’s a decoy. They’re shoving him in disguise.

The watchful eyes of whatever remaining flock in Holland Valley need to be depended on right now. After Nancy’s treachery, the odds of her telling his brothers what’s happened are low. He needs his people to see him. He needs them to know where he’s going, so he can be extracted. So he can be saved.

Either that, or they need to know the he died fighting these people tooth and fucking claw.

John has the freedom to resist for all but a few seconds before the guns are trained back on him. Then, with as much indignation as he can summon, the Baptist shrugs off his coat into the grabbing, snatching hands of Adelaide Drubman, who right away squeals her delight over the new trophy.

Everyone else in the group maintains mild enough decency to at least put him in their periphery while he gingerly sorts through the reeking bag.

He has to stall. He has to keep talking, making certain he’s easier to identify.

“So this is the Resistance’s clever plan: a botched capture and a weak attempt at concealment. You realise as soon as the Father gets word that I’m not in that bunker, there won’t be a stone unturned in this valley. You’re making an easy target for him.” The Baptist muses comfortably enough to mask the difficulty he has pulling that nasty sweater over his head. The shock is starting to recede, and the pain is beginning to bloom. “So kind of you to bring a spare pair of underwear just for me, Boshaw.”

There's a snort. “Fuck you mean spare?”

Boshaw’s clothes smell just as awful as one would expect, heavy with stale sweat, old pot, and all manner of wet and dry stains. The intimates are no exception. At least the man’s gigantic hoodie is long enough to shield him from Adelaide’s prying eyes while he changes.

Not that he checked — nor that he continues to, but he does find some exasperation in the Deputy’s sudden, pointed inability to look at him. How sweet it would be, to have the court throw out any charges laid against him for the simple fact that his arresting officer was involved in misconduct. To recount in detail all the things they said and did until she was reduced to nothing but a corrupt, inept, liar.

He can make it out of this.

The Father wouldn’t let it end this way.

“Be careful with those.” John orders when Boshaw bends down to pick up his neatly folded clothes.

“Yessir, they sure are.” The man shoots him a crooked grin.

“They’re evidence. Tamper with them and you won’t even get to see the inside of a courtroom.”

Once he's fully dressed, the Deputy approaches him. A cable tie slips around his wrist, and were he in better shape, he'd follow through on the instinct to grab her. Curl his fingers around her throat. Tear at her wounds with his nails until he found bone. He chooses the wiser approach and lets her guide his hands into the front pocket of the hoodie, where she cuffs the other wrist, hidden from view. A snarl gurgles in his increasingly swollen larynx at the warmth of her finger brushing his. Again, he chooses the wiser option.

“Clever.” John muses, “But if you think my people won’t recognise me-” “Won’t be trouble for much longer.” Cora interjects. “In the meantime…” She reaches over his shoulders, pulling the hood over his head. The cords are yanked straight down, pulling a sharp yowl out of the Baptist when the cotton drags over his snapped nose and through the barely covered remnants of his ear. The hood is tightened to the max, until barely a fist-sized gap remains for him to peer out of.

She gives him a moment to hiss and curse through the pain before she returns to applying pressure to her arm. “Can you walk? Xander can assist you.” “If I refuse?” John seethes. “Then you roll.”

They both glower, long and hard.

“Walking’s fine.”

______________________________________________________________

By the time they've made it through the woods and the around the crossfire on the roads, the colourful words of protest begin to wane. Once the truck pulls onto Seed Ranch property, it seems the fight as left their prisoner entirely.

Reality and finality have since settled in, and silence has taken the place of adrenaline. Exhaustion. Tired apprehension of things to come. The log-cabin exterior of the ranch creeps into view through the trees, and for a second, Cora almost feels compelled to savour the unchanged appearance. Familiar and untouched, home to an old enemy who'd welcomed her scorn so readily that at some point she stopped being able to tell what was hatred and what was fondness anymore. The hangar wall flashes through the leaves, and she recalls somewhere around this time having watched him peacefully work away on his machines. She remembers the quiet. The whistled tune. Combing stray locks out of his eyes. The way he looked so utterly harmless that evening, and how, perhaps a few times, he might find his way out of quiet reverence and complete malice — and look at her the way he looks when he feels safe.

Reclaimed vehicles litter the airstrip. Piles of Project memorabilia dot the front garden. The Resistance and the Cougars have already begun to gut the property.

It'll never be the same as it was.

This place will never be the haven she'd wanted it to be.

Everything he had promised her — the hate, the friendship, the recognition — it was never personal. It was all for his brother. He was never a rare, fellow person trying to carve out a place of solitude in the world. All he wanted from her was the commodity. The win of breaking her and offering her to someone else. For that, she knows she has to teach herself that this isn't something to mourn.

She will find relief in marching him to his doom.

She can to go back to her own solitude, and forget ever having entertained the idea of someone sharing that with her.

She has to find joy in taking back her Valley.

The Baptist can barely find his footing once they remove him from the Sheriff’s truck. Oversized sneakers crunch and slide on gravel driveway. Knees give way over his twisted ankle, and he nearly crumples into her side. This is the second time in the past 24 hours that they’ve made this walk together, beat to shit and bleeding out.

Tracey is the first to emerge from the building, climbing halfway down the porch steps with a motion to hurry up, silently hooking an arm under the Baptist's and sharing the burden of his weight with a look that suggests she might as well be dousing herself in gasoline. Sheriff Whitehorse isn’t far behind, not as concerned with quiet in the way he shoves himself into John’s other side, muscling Cora out of the way.

His head lolls amidst an attempt to look back over his shoulder, and then he repeats.

Then, they disappear into the ranch with him, leaving Cora to linger on the porch.

The Deputy. The one who's been prodded and shoved and begged to lead all this despite her better judgement and her protests. Not even a thanks.

She shouldn’t feel as dumbfounded as she does. But still. It feels, unceremonious. Left outside while the people who were once too busy to do anything about John Seed beyond tasking her to take him down claimed her catch like she didn’t even exist. Watching them disappear into the South wing — to where she’d been taken for medical treatment earlier — Cora can’t help but feel an ache in her stomach that surely can’t just be forced-up bile.

“Hey, didn’t they do the same shit with-“

“Yeah.” She interrupts the muffled man inside the cartoonish dragon suit over her shoulder. Several glances of pity are cast at her. She can feel it. Better not to give it any gas, as much as she’d like to agree with them.

“I’m sorry, Shorty.” Sharky mumbles. “When I wished on that star I’d see a cop get cuckolded, this weren’t what I’d meant.”

“Don’t.” Stern doesn’t quite reach her voice the way she wants it to. It sounds too much like a plea.

It’s bullshit. This is bullshit.

She’s not any less important just because she wasn’t the one to carry the Baptist over the threshold as a prisoner, and with that thought, she makes for the sick bay.

______________________________________________________________

Tracey and Whitehorse have got him on one of the cots when she enters. The man is out cold, and neither of them look pleased about that, nor the impatient ushering from a vaguely familiar face. The veterinarian. She can’t remember his name.

The moment he spots her, the colour drains from his face.

“Jesus, Deputy, your arm.”

Cora glances down. Stitches in both holes snapped open, courtesy of the work that'd also fucked up her knuckles. There's a searing pain in her elbow, but honestly, she can't feel the older puncture wound in her hand.

The Sheriff’s face contorts at both of them. “Don’t you dare call her that. That’s no fuckin’ Deputy of mine.”

The veterinarian ignores him, too preoccupied juggling checking the Baptist’s vitals and looking Cora over. “Sit down. I’ll stitch you up. Sheriff, Ms. Lader, I need you both to leave the room and give me some space to work-“

“That’s not happening-“

”Sheriff.” Tracey overrides the old man’s flaring temper with a hostile look of her own. “Forget about her job and do yours.”

“Deputy, uh —“

It occurs to Cora that the veterinarian has forgotten her name. Kind of rude of him, she thinks.

“Take a seat. Mrs. Drubman, if you could get some fresh towels from the cupboard and apply pressure to her wound until I’m finished here…”

Adelaide’s already shaking her head. “No can do. Hate to get my nice new coat dirty.” She lifts his coat, proudly.

“Just — someone do it.” He clips, far too busy trying to clean the blood off His face to inspect the damage Cora had inflicted. “Anyone else who isn’t a patient, get the hell out of my workspace.”

Ultimately, it’s the Sheriff that steps up to the plate, pressing his weight down on Cora’s torn stitches while her team reluctantly leaves. He doesn’t look happy to be doing it. “You went against direct orders, Rook.” He growls.

Cora’s too busy observing what’s happening on the other side of the room.

A syringe of assumed pain medication is delivered with a series of irritated tuts, and he tries to fight it, unconscious and weak, shifting tiredly against restraints that now have his wrists shackled to his cot. Tracey, all too familiar with the Bliss rehabilitation facility, hooks him up to an IV. Disdain twinges in her face whenever her fingers touch his skin.

“How long’s he been in your head?” The Sheriff asks. In Cora’s periphery, his lip is curling. Barely-restrained rage. When she fails to respond yet again, he presses down a little harder, catching her gaze with a pained hiss.

“I did what you told me to do. I brought him down. Alive.”

Maybe she might not have, had the others not intervened. That, Whitehorse didn’t need to know.

“You went fucking rogue, Cora Stammos.” He grits. “I don’t know what you’ve been doing down here, but I do know that you were on the brink of somethin’ royally fuckin’ stupid before we showed up—“

“Are you trying to be my boss, or my father? Because you’re neither.” Cora finally bites back. The man half-flinches. “You made me come back here. You made all of these people my responsibility — and fuck you for doing that — and you wanna tell me I did it wrong?”

Whitehorse’s pupils shift minutely. Catching the angry, welted tattoo He’d left on her sternum. Guilt colours his face.

“We shouldn’t have sent you.” Tracey says, taking a seat on the next cot over. Her arms cross. Hands cupping her elbows.

“Like anyone else would have chased him up there?”

“Here's the issue, Dep: no one really knows whether you were gonna kill him for reasons that have nothing to do with the rest of us, or if you were going to lock yourself in that bunker with him. Either way, you nearly fucked up a plan that you agreed to. You think everyone bordering the Valley hasn’t heard the shit you two’ve been talking to each other?”

“You’ve gotten too close to this.” Whitehorse sighs. “You had us worried you were startin’ to come ‘round to the Peggies’ side of things.”

Tracey offers the older man something close to a sympathetic look. They've both been through that before. "Neither of us wanna think that you were doing anything beyond your job. You just...fuck, Stammos, you gotta communicate with us if you're gonna go off like that."

"Why, so you can take the credit?" Cora's jaw rolls. "Seemed happy enough to pull down half the Henbane when everyone thought it was your idea."

"Because we looked united when everyone thought it was our idea." Tracey bites back, leaning forward, pressing her weight to her knees like she might need to attack.

“I brought him in.” Cora grunts, turning her attention forward. “It’s done. Everything else doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you do with him now. It’s not my concern. What about the fires?”

“Getting under control.” Tracey replies.

Some of the tension that’s been building in Cora’s shoulders subsides a little. One less very important matter to worry less about.

Tracey seems to feel it too, posture slackening as she follows the other woman's gaze to the Baptist. “Who’s got his clothes?”

“They’re in Sharky’s bag.”

“Good. Won’t be hard to find.” Tracey doesn’t linger. She stands just as quickly as she’d sat down. “Sheriff. Gonna need your help.”

Whitehorse shifts. Reluctant.

Cora turns her attention back to him, no less hostile. “I’d give you my badge if they hadn’t torn my uniform off my back.”

His bottom lip trembles. “Hudson’s uniform.”

That makes Cora’s stomach drop. Suddenly, she can’t bear to keep looking at the man.

His shadow moves, then, leaving altogether. “We’ll talk later. Dr. Lindsey? Don’t leave them alone together.”

The door closes behind the two, and the veterinarian — Dr. Lindsey — snaps his gloves off, tossing them onto a tray before he approaches Cora.

“Did a number on him.” He comments, pulling up a stool and wheeling in to examine the torn stitches on her forearm. No time is wasted on threading a needle. “Payback for this?”

“This was Mary May.” She replies, drily. Dr. Lindsey's gaze shifts to the hole-punch between the bones in her hand, and she relents. "That one I already got payback for." Then, after a pause: “Did I hurt him?”

“You blew his ear to pieces, but they tend to bleed a lot. Once it heals it’ll look almost new.”

“Did I hurt him?”

The needle point slides through her skin. Tugs out through the other side of the wound. Twice. Thrice. Not long before he's starting on the other.

“I can imagine it would’ve been pretty fucking painful.”

“Hm. What else?”

“His nose is broken. Fractured eye socket, too — not going to ask how you got those, by the way." He nods at her skinned knuckles. "Some lesions. Mostly bruising. No missing teeth, but his gums are bleeding.”

“Good.”

Dr. Lindsey goes quiet for a moment. A final tug and tie-off of thread, and he’s dropping the needle back onto his tray. “When was your last tetanus shot?”

“I’m up to date.”

“Well, keep an eye on that tattoo. It already looks infected. All that blood can’t be helping, so, you know…consider a shower when you can. If it’s still angry in a couple of days, come find me.”

Cora acknowledges him with a nod, but her attention has settled on the opposite side of the room. “Is he awake?”

“If he is, he’s doped up to his eyeballs.” Dr. Lindsey stands, taking a cue Cora hadn’t realised she’d given. “I’m going to be across the street paying Mr. Rye a visit, so please don’t kill my patient while I’m gone.”

That ship has sailed by now. Whatever rage was keeping her going on her venture to end His life, all that’s left now is a bitter emptiness.

Confusion? Betrayal? She doesn’t want to think about it.

“Oh, Deputy, that reminds me.” Dr. Lindsey pipes up, already at the door. “Congratulations on killing John Seed.”

She offers up a tight smile. “Yeah. Well.”

Once he’s gone, she waits a minute. No one’s watching. No one cares. Just her own pride. She slips out of the cot and heads over to where he’s been left. No motion to startle her barring the slow, if laboured, breathes between his teeth.

Must have done a more damage to his windpipe than what it felt like in the moment. He'd been screaming himself hoarse at the beginning of the car ride; one might not have assumed she'd strangled him at all.

Cora examines him, carefully mapping a nearly familiar face through dabbed-at blood, cuts and swelling. Dr. Lindsey’s quick work has left his face dotted with little tape bandages, and a splint covers the bridge of his nose. His ear is entirely covered with gauze, hidden from her.

His eyes, already beginning to turn purple, crack open.

“You got in trouble, Wrath.” He croaks. There’s a woozy attempt at a smile as he tries and fails, more than once, to make sense of his surroundings. “Did we come home?”

Cora shakes her head. After a moment, it’s clear that he can’t quite to witness it, nor is he of fit enough mind to register. “No. The Resistance is here.”

“Oh. Do we run?”

“No. You’re our prisoner.”

“Oh. But you…” A cough interjects. The corners of his mouth tug downward. “But you were s’posed to be with me.”

Unfiltered sweetness. And there's that look. That safe little look. She has no idea what to say. Maybe she’d feel bad if he hadn’t done everything he did. Now, after it all, even this harmless, battered version of him still knows that he’d lied to her, doesn’t it? It has no care for her wishes, just like all the other versions of him she’s met.

He only ever wanted her as a trophy, and at some point, she knows, she’s going to have to feel disgusted with herself for humouring that want, even in its purest form.

She should have never been so fooled by the idea that he understood her.

She’s glad that this is over.

That she’ll be rid of him.

“Cora?” John asks, quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Would you kill me?”

It’s a strange hypothetical, especially after her very clear attempts to do so over the past couple of days. But then the muscles under his eyes twitch.

“Please?”

Wet lines pass through cracks in the mud on his temples. John doesn’t look at her; he keeps his unsteady gaze on the ceiling. It’s the slightest emotional distance to keep, but it seems his pride is still intact enough to need it.

Cora, meanwhile, finds herself frozen. She’s seen him cry before — mostly when he’s screaming, cursing at her, nursing a fresh wound she’s inflicted. This is new. This stirs a whole new discomfort nestled beneath her ribs.

He’s doped, she has to remind herself. He’s not aware of what he’s saying. Chances are he won’t remember this.

The pleas come in sporadic whispers as she breaks away from him. Cut-off mentions of his brothers get choked back to shaken breaths, soothing only when she returns with a rag to dab at his face with. Not the muck. Just the tears.

“Wish I had.” She admits.

"Wish I'd killed you, too." He smiles tightly. "So what happens if the world ends before my trial?"

Cora doesn't answer that. She doesn't know how to. There's too many variables, and he doesn't catch on until she looks away.

"Y'know, even if you're fired, you're still my Deputy."

She tilts her head back to avoid a sudden sting in her eyes. From the cot, the Baptist watches.

"I really hope I'm fired." Cora admits through a sharp breath, blinking the blur away.

"Why's that?"

"Because then I don't ever need to see you again, Mr. Seed."

______________________________________________________________

Tracey and Sheriff Whitehorse have resumed custody of the Baptist come nightfall. Their part of the arrangement comes and goes with the darkest tint the Cougars could find on a vehicle. There’s no more discussion over Cora’s job, but Sheriff Whitehorse goes to such a pointed length not to associate with her up until taking his leave that it’s safe to assume she’s no longer employed by the county.

The chilly night air is quiet. Gunfire has dwindled with the diminishing presence of the Project. Those who didn’t manage to get to the bunker ahead of their Herald were left without a leader, demoralised and abandoned. The chances of a counter-attack are slim, and Joseph has proven himself unwilling to step into emptied shoes once before. Whoever's left likely has little confidence in remaining.

It doesn’t mean there’s been an exodus from the valley, though. Cora’s sure to hope for it while she sits on the rocks of Seed Ranch’s front garden bed with Jess and Sharky. The trees surrounding the property’s North approach are dense and dark. Occasionally, the green laser of Grace’s sight will catch on a branch while she scans from the roof, but any remaining foes in the brush don’t make themselves known.

If they’re out there, they’re too scattered to fight. Whoever lingers is bound to carry word back to the Father, and that’s just what tonight is for.

Just a little of that ceremony she's been looking for.

“That watch woulda sold for a pretty penny.” Sharky huffs, gaze following what looks a whole lot like John Seed’s body — wrists bound above his head and eyes wrapped in gauze, beard trimmed into that sharp, defined shape — hoist higher and higher on the totem poll in the front yard. “Think about it. Cult leader’s personal watch. I could retire with that kinda money, never have to work again.”

Jess squints at him. “You’ve never even had a job.”

“Not true, not true. If recreational use was legal here, I’d be gettin’ called the number one dispensary in the county.”

“And since it’s not, you’re just some asshole who steals pot from his grandma. Dep, would you tell him to take that fucking suit off? It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t make me put the head back on, Jess.”

“Dep—!”

“They took my gear when they carted Seed off, okay? Until I go back to my place, this is all I got. And before you ask: no, I’m not wearin’ any of the Peggie shit around here. Been there, done that. Got the rash to show for it.”

“Could you two—“ Cora interjects sharply. Then, after a moment, she exhales the frustration. “Just — sit quietly.”

What’s the point in asking, she reflects. Not once has it ever worked.

A flint is struck, once. Twice. Three times. Baby flames lick at cotton balls and shredded timber, too young yet to try their luck at the totem pole.

“You, uh —“ Jess shifts beside Cora, exchanging a look with Sharky past the woman’s opposite shoulder. “You…good?”

“Yeah,” Sharky encourages, “Lotta stock to put into, makin’ some dude obsessed with you and then ruining his life like that. Speakin’ of — did you get him to be that weird just since you came back? Or has he been that freaky for you for longer?”

Cora considers lying. She considers silence.

“There’s no weird.” She replies. “Taking me down was always gonna be a win for him.”

“Yeah, bullshit. From what I heard, that dude’s had a hard-on for you from the start.”

“Had.” Jess hisses. “He’s fuckin’ history now.”

“Jess is right.” Cora nods. “It doesn’t matter. We took him down.”

The flames climb higher, hot enough to find their way up John Seed’s bloodied clothes without being discouraged by the cold and the damp.

Sharky shrugs a shoulder. “I’unno. S’just…if you wanna gasbag or whatever, you don’t needa do it over the radio. I won’t even try to make it weird like the other guy did.”

Jess say’s nothing. She’d never venture that far out of her way. Instead, the tip of her pinky finger smushes a blade of grass into the canvas of Cora’s boot. Contact without being contact. Presence without acknowledgement.

Neither of them are graceful, nor clever about offering support. Maybe that’s what makes it easier to stomach. Less processing power when each of them feels similarly weird about getting too soft.

“It’s done.” Cora assures her two most important people. “We don’t need to talk about it anymore.”

The body strung up before them is finally enveloped, and the Hope County residents who have stayed behind clap and cheer for the official official demise of the Baptist. Some raise glasses and cups in Cora's direction in congratulations and thanks that her employers never gave, but on this side of the fire, it's getting hard to see them all through the haze.

If the sticky, stinging aroma of pine smoke and gunpowder is strong, then the stench of burning flesh and hair cuts through space and time.

It’s terribly familiar; a stench that had lingered thickly over the roads cut into the Whitetail Mountains during their brief, if confronting stay. It probably hasn’t changed much. Probably only gotten more populated with strung-up bodies as the weeks have worn on. Not to say that the Henbane and Holland Valley territories didn’t have their fair share of gruesome cadaver displays on the roadsides. Faith during her time had an affinity for pairing prisoners up with Angels and simply letting the mindless drones live out their unconscious starvation beating what would become the unrecognisable pile of mush that was their partner. John, meanwhile, took it upon himself to desecrate the corpses of his failed converts; humiliated their shells by showcasing their anatomy to the world. Suggesting their true, less-than-human nature by fitting antlers into their flesh. Replacing skulls with that of cattle. One could usually assume how well the subject had resisted Confession by the degree of creativity lent to their death.

Cora had seemed to be the exception to this, and maybe, she supposes, she can be grateful for that. Nick managed to get out with his life, but John still managed to mark an art piece of him.

No matter.

Jacob’s displays were less personal. Erected timber walls riddled with bullet holes. Entire families laying in smouldering heaps, left out in the sun without ceremony or care. Jess had once told Cora that the Project insisted anyone under eighteen was treated well, physically speaking. Priestesses filled the spaces parents once occupied. Children were pure. Their souls yet unmarked by the sins of their carers, and no harm would come to them.

Faith and John seemed to uphold this rule. At least, Cora had yet to see any kids strung up in the regions their oversaw.

Jacob, however, took little part in the business of execution. According to Jess, this was left up to the discretion of his foot-soldiers, and as a result, there was rarely a distinction drawn between body sizes.

She hoped — she still does — that the coming winter might make it a tidier affair.

Maybe the snow might be thick enough that she won’t have to wonder who she’s walking over.

“So, two down, two to go, huh?” Sharky mutters, irises glinting orange with the life of the young flames. Maybe he’s thinking about the same thing she is.

She doesn’t dare look at Jess.

“Guess so.” She replies, pulling the wool blanket tighter around her shoulders. Jacob is an intimidating thought. Joseph? Her throat tightens at the very concept of having to see him again. “If I’m not out of a job.”

“Yeah, who the fuck else is gonna do it though.” Jess scoffs.

Anyone else.

“We’ll wait out the snow. Set up shop down here in the meantime. Re-establish the settlement.” Cora says. “Beats living at the county jail.”

“You wanna help get the community back on its feet instead of minding your own shit?” The Huntress cocks her head to the side. Then, when there’s no answer to fill the silence, she arrives at the right conclusion: The only real Resistance outpost is the jail. Minding one’s own shit meant living under the same roof as their newest prisoner.

Cora can feel the girl’s eyes on her. Reflecting. Recognition.

“Hey.” Jess leans forward, capturing a glance from her for just over a second. “It’s over. Take it from someone who’s been there — don’t lock yourself in your head about it.”

She’s right. Finality is hard when it’s not true closure, but she can’t afford to dwell on this. It is over, and in no time she’d have to renew another cycle with another Seed. And that’s all this one was anyway.

Just another Seed.

Cora inclines her head. A curt nod. Lips pressed together. “Yeah.” She affirms, shortly. “I just — I just need to watch this.”

All the catharsis she can hope for right now is this sight: someone who could very possibly be — and with each layer of skin burned away, it feels a little more believable — the silhouette of John Seed hanging dead in the flames. Defeated. Gone from the foreground of her life, and by her doing.

Even…even if this one’s hair is half an inch too short, and the cartilage in his nose isn’t quite the right angle of crooked, it won’t matter come morning. By then, all identifying features barring the clothes that melt into his charred flesh will be gone, and Cora can make that enough, she’s sure.

She can cast everything he’s spoiled her peaceful existence with into the fire with this pretend, and be done with it. She can reclaim herself. Rebuild. It’s far from the first time, and by time the sun rises she won’t even be able to make the distinction between this restart and the last.

Yeah. Come morning, she won’t feel a fucking thing.

Two down, two to go.

…

“You guys wanna take a photo with the burning guy?”

Cora and Jess look at each other, considering Sharky’s suggestion.

“Yeah. Why not.”

#if you see typos no you didn't #pomegranate chapter 20 #far cry 5 fanfiction #cora stammos #john seed

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avatar-obsessed-girl · 2 months

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For The Best | Miles Quaritch

This story will eventually contain smut and violence MDNI (18+)

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.4k

Multiple part series —> [ 1 ]

Visual of Kxani

Ikran screeched echoing through the forest along with the beat of their wings. You were flying next to Neteyum and Lo’ak behind Jake and Neytiri. It was surprising to say the least the boys were joining this attack mission. Jake had always not trusted their abilities, it was only till you and Jake got into an argument about it he let them join. It wasn’t uncommon for you two to fight, you were both strong willed and warrior just with two different perspectives.

With your bow in hand and visor on you looked over and yiped to the two boys. Lo’ak smiled and raised his bow in return but Neteyum showed nothing. You flicked your Ikran wing over to him which brought a smile. You always knew how to get to him. To the children you were the cool aunt that wasn’t really an aunt. After the battle between the sky people you decided to stay with the Omatikaya and it didn’t take long to become close with the Sullies.

“Ground team go” you heard Jake say through your ear piece

The next thing you knew the train exploded off course and neytiri already took out one aircraft. The other one was left to you. You summoned your Ikran to bite and throw the person through the middle, leaving time for you to jump aboard and bust through the door to the pilot. Giving them a stab, only to run back off and jump out the side getting caught by your Ikran. You searched the air for the boys only to find them on the ground. Something told you it was Lo’aks doing.

You cursed looking ahead to see another aircraft launching a missed right at the boys. You swooped down to see Jake had found Lo’ak and told him to run. You didn’t let him get far before you picked him up from the claws of your Ikran.

“Kxani let me go!” He yelled over the wind

“When you quit being a skxawng I will!” You yelled back

It wasn’t until his Ikran was below you you dropped him so he could fly by himself.

“I hope your ready for the ass whipping” you said only to receive an eye roll

The flight back was anxious and awkward; you could practically feel Jake’s anger. As you approached high camp the familiar arrival horn got blown and echoed through the caves. It felt good to be home when you landed next to Neytiri. Tuk immediately hugged her mom then you. You picked her up and set her on your hip. She began to mess with your tooth necklace.

“Your brothers are in trouble” I whispered setting her down

You walked over to Spider and ruffled his hair. Over the years you and Spider grow close. He even called you his parental figure sometimes. You took great joy in these words when he expressed them, you never had a mate or love interest. Even though he was different he was yours and you always looked after him. Putting an arm on his shoulder you lead him away from Lo’ak who was visibly pissed after getting yelled at.

“How was it while I was gone?” You asked in English

“Meh didn’t do anything” he responded

From the tone of his voice you could tell he was disappointed he couldn’t go. Then again he would never be able to, his sadness laid stones in your heart.

“How about we go exploring tomorrow?” You noticed how he perked up at your words

“Can we bring Kiri?” He asked

It was obvious the way the boy had a crush on Kiri. The way he stared at her when she wasn’t looking or when she helped him apply his blue stripes. You thought it was cute.

“Of course” you smiled “maybe even Lo’ak so he feels better”

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Lo’ak and Spider whooped and yelled as they jumped from vine to vine, leading the group. It was you, Kiri, Tuk, Lo’ak, and Spider. More than you wanted to bring but you couldn’t say no to her cute pouty face. Spider and Lo’ak carried a bow with arrows while you only stuck to your knife. As the group ran along a big branch Tuk got distracted by a plant and got yelled at by Lo’ak.

“Tuk keep up!” He yelled

“Bro why did you even bring her anyways” Spider laughed

You flicked him in the head for his tone

“She’s such a cry baby” he said “your not allowed on the battlefield, I’ll tell mom if you don’t let me come!” Lo’ak mocked

“Don't pick on her” Kiri scolded the two for laughing

“You're just jealous she’s cuter than both of you” you chuckled hoping down onto the ground as a bone caught your eyes.

“Do you really need more teeth aunt Kxani?” Lo’ak sighed

“You can never have enough!” You looked over to see Tuk beside you also inspecting the tooth. It was a baby nantang tooth that one must have dropped. You handed it to her “This one's for you Tuk” you smiled putting into her hand.

The girl ran off to find her sister as the boys inspected a fallen helicopter. Unfortunately your gathering was cut short by the search for Kiri. She must have wandered off again like she always did. Spider was the one to find her in the end. On the way back Lo’ak stopped to look at tracts.

“Bro what is it?” Spider asked

“way to big for a human” Lo’ak paused “avatars but definitely not ours”

“What are you doing?” Kiri asked in a sharp tone

”shhh tracking” he retorted causing kiri tail to flick in irritation

Your heart raced the further you went, there were many tracts meaning it was a group. The sounds of talking reached your ears. You slowly unsheathed your knife, soon a group of bodies came into view.

“We need to leave now” you hissed

”bro we have got to check this out” Lo’ak smirked as he and spider moved forward

Tuk urged to go forward but you held her back, she pouted but stayed and hugged Kiri’s arm. It wasn't long before the two were back. You touched your fingers to your neck.

“Devil dog, devil dog this is echo wave over” you say

“echo wave send your traffic” jake replies

“we got eyes of some avatars, there’s six of them, over” you reply

”What's your position?” He asked

You glare at Lo’ak and sigh “we’re at the old shack”

”Who’s we?” He asked annoyance thick in his voice

“Me Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri” you paused “and Tuk”

”You listen to me very carefully Kxani, get out of there”

"See i told you!" Kiri said, rubbing it in his face

"Kiri stop" he hissed

"It almost eclipse come on-" Tuk started to say before she got grabbed by a avatar

Within moments you were all surrounded by these invaders. All of them yelling to put the weapons down. You threw your knife down on the ground.

"Put them down now" you said in Navi to the spider who thought he could fight back because his bow was still in the air.

As soon as he laid it down everyone got grabbed by their queues and pushed down onto their knees. Tuk cries made your heart ache, you hated hearing her like that. Fortunately Kiri got her to calm down the best she could.

The leader went around looking at everyone's fingers. He inspected yours only to see that I had 3. You hissed at him and bared your teeth. As a warning only for it to be met by a tug on your queue. He went over to loak next.

"Show me your fingers" the leader demanded in a low voice

Lo'ak being the smart ass he is raised his middle fingers up which only cause the leader to laugh at him "you his aren't you"

Lo'ak hissed at the invader

He grabbed him from the other invader. "Where is your father" he asked with a snarl

"Sorry I don't speak english to assholes" Lo'ak responded in Navi

"Where is your father" the leader responded back in Navi

As the leader pulled a nice out at him and tears went down your cheek as the male pointed his knife at kiri. Spider thrashed and yelled though it being nothing compared to the strength of an avatar. You whimpered at his struggle.

“What’s your name kid” the male asked

“Spider” he paused “Socorro”

The man gazed at him unbelievably because kneeling down to his level “miles?” He asked

“nobody calls me that” Spider spat

”well i thought they sent you back to earth” the male

“you can put babies is cryo dipshit” Spider said

It wasn't until then that you knew this avatar was Spider's father. Anger swelled inside you. This man had led the humans into war and abandoned his son. His son in which you cared about very much.

“You are a pathetic excuse of an avatar” you hissed out bringing the attention to yourself.

The mane got up and walked over to you. Looking you deeply into the eyes, before turning away again and speaking into his ear piece. They then dragged everyone to the shack and placed handcuffs on your wrist. You stared at the bright orange bands and could already feel the circulation in your wrists slowing. You looked over to see the tall man watching a video on a screen. It plays a video of the battle between him and Jake. You watched with a smirk as the last scene played, with Neytiri shooting him with 2 arrows to the chest. The man picked up his old skull crushing in between his fingers.

“Destroying the evidence does not destroy the burden” you said

“So she does speak English” he smiled dusting off his hand

You said nothing in response and only turned the other way. You felt awkward under his eyes, his intimidating gaze pierced through your back. After an hour the day transformed to night and it began to rain. You were forced to your feet and held close by your queue by one of the avatars. Every tug sent a sting down your spine. Though the pain was quickly ignored by a whoop in the distance. Neytiri was close, she and Jake were coming to save them. Your ears flicked with every call. And soon all hell broke loose.

An arrow hit an avatar next to Kiri and Spider. Killing them instantly, Lo'ak did something to make green gas disburse everywhere. As Kiri and Spider began to run away another avatar grabbed her. Only to be shot by another one and Neytiri's arrows. Lo'ak and Tuk bit their way to freedom and ran. You threw your head back and slammed it into the avatar behind you, causing his grip to faulted and you to escape. You caught up with Kiri and Spider. You looked up.

“Go! Climb!” You yelled

As the three of you quickly escalated into the trees, explosions went on around you. One knocked Spider out of the tree. Neytiri appeared next to you trying to drag Kiri and you away.

“Im sorry sister” you told her before jumping from branch to branch to get closer to spider, who was already surrounded

You jumped down on one man, knocking him to the ground before punching another in the face the best you could with your conjoined hands. It wasn't long before you were restrained once again. Spider was slung across the leader's shoulder and the same was done to you as you thrashed, screamed, bite, and punched. But it was no luck, you had gotten captured. As you got into the ship a ship sting went into your arm causing you to grow more tired by the second. Soon the world went dark.

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You woke up to blinding lights streaming into your face. You tried to cover your eyes but found your arms and legs were locked into place.

“Ah good morning sweetheart” a voice said

You knew it from somewhere, but you couldn’t place who it was. With your vision still not working and your memory foggy you didn't form a response.

The man chuckled “where’s that sharp tongue now?”

Then it all came back like a hammer hitting your head. You hissed and thrashed against your restraints.

“Let go of me, demon!” You screamed

To your surprise it worked, your restraints unhooked and you got to your feet setting yourself into a low crouched position. While baring your teeth the man only chuckled and slowly walked towards you. The clicks of the teeth hanging from your tail echoed into the room. You lunged, only to get caught and pushed up against the wall with the man holding you arms above your head by your sensitive wrists. You yelled in frustration.

“So feisty” the man said “ i like it”

he then yanked you off the wall and led you out of the room. You saw Spider being dragged away to his cell passing you.

“My son!” You yelled “let him go”

it wasn't until later you realized you called him your son. You have never called him that before. You thrashed against the avatars. But no matter how hard you tried, your strength was nothing compared to theirs. They drug you along like nothing. Soon you were strapped to a vertical table. Your head was locked in place as she looked around and hissed at every human around you.

Only the vibrations of the machine cause you to stop. Soon a green light flashed and swirled around you. It stung your eyes causing them to water. If this is what they did to Spider, you understood why he looked the way he did. You shut your eyes tightly and gritted your teeth. You heard a woman speak to you but you paid no mind to her.

Soon you started to scream in pain. Your eyes felt like they were being pulled from your skull. Your body shook frantically from your muscles tensing for so long. Finally they removed you, your screaming must have annoyed them too much. The last face you saw before you passed out was the leaders that you still didn’t know the name of.

“You scream like a banshee, sweetheart” he said

This was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

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Thank you for reading! <3

#recom quaritch #avatar #avatar 2 #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #quaritch x reader #no use of y/n

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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Morning

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Requested

Anonymous asked:

Hi it was my birthday a few days ago and I was wondering if you can do on were Thomas wakes y/n by fucking her awake all consensual and I understand if that makes you uncomfortable and I hope you have a wonderful day/night

Smut Full sex / Nudity/ biting/ screaming / hikies /

I found myself slowly dragged from my dreams slowly but surely being returned to the waking world, the small stiff mattress below me the cosy duvet pushed away from me, my head still rested on my pillow, the room warm but dark still but the main thing I noticed was how full I felt my legs wide open my ankles locked together around his waist as I woke up more I opened my eyes and saw Thomas knelt on the bed between my legs, inside me thrusting slowly where he was clearly not that awake either, his arms on the bed either side of my waist, he loomed over me his hair slight wet clearly fresh out the shower but no scent of coffee yet on his breath

"Morning" I cooed running my hands up his arms

"Morning" He cooed giving me a little kiss

"This is a strange way to wake up" I giggled "I'm not complaining though"

"No, Well I didn't want to rush off without waking you" he smirked "and I thought the best way to wake my babydoll was to make her feel good"

"you didn't have to, I don't want to make you late"

"You won't babydoll. I have an hour before I'm meant to be down in the wardrobe department" he groans getting faster

"Ughhh! You could have let me sleep"

"Ohh? Would you rather I let you sleep?"

"No" I whined

"Exactly, I always have to run off to set before you wake up so I wanted to make sure you get some nice attention before I run off all day"

"Very considerate Thomas" I giggled tightening my grip on him "More Please"

"More? Are you really that desperate for attention babydoll?"

"Well you've been so busy"

"busy working" He chuckled "You needed me that badly you need to tell me before you get this desperate babydoll" he smirked getting even faster so much so I dig my nails into his arms and kept hearing the bedsprings creaking below us

"Ughhhh Thomas please" I whined

"Fuck- I have missed you" He groans biting at my neck to keep himself quiet I tried to kiss his neck too but he pulled back "no. I've been told off enough about the makeup girls having to cover your little love bites"

"I like reminding them" I giggled

"I know you do babydoll, You have a thing about marking me don't you?"

"So people know what's mine" I smirked biting his neck and leaving a harsh dark hiki on his neck that would no doubt need covering before he got on set today

"What's yours?" he smirked seeing the mark I left on him "Maybe I should make you squeal make sure everyone knows your mine" he smirked becoming merciless his hips working hard and fast leaving me with no escape clawing down his back and squealing loudly trying desperately to hold on for just moments more but I knew the wave was coming and there was little I could do to fight it even if I didn't really want it to stop until I felt my wave crash over me curling my toes and forcing my back to arch and my eyes to roll back

"AAaaaahhhh! UUghhhhh! Thomas!" I squealed digging my nails deep into his skin almost enough to draw blood but this only fueled him more to move harder and faster working into my sudden tightness and wave of pleasure making sure I felt every second of it honestly he was working into his own too his mind working on pure lust and reaction until he hit is own biting at my neck like a vampire to hide his groans and grunts even if I still heard them against my ear as his hips moved wildly and he soon buried himself as deep as he could

"Fuck-"

"Ummm I love you" I smiled hugging him tightly as he had almost collapsed ontop of me

"Love you too y/n" he gasps

I giggled and gave his forehead a kiss gently petting his hair while he got his breath back, once he did he pulled out and sat on the end of the bed "What are you doing up so early anyway? usually have to kick you when your wardrobe department alarm goes off"

"I'm still jet lagged" he says slipping off and tieing up the condom throwing it to the trash before working on getting dressed which I happily watched "I don't know how you adjust so well when we travel"

"I don't know" I giggled tucking the covers around me

"awww no goodbye cuddle? No breakfast? no nothing? you got what you wanted I'm worthless now"

"Nooo I'm just trying to get cosy" I giggled "as I'll be all alone all day"

"Not all day, I'm off set at one I'll come and cuddle you when I'm done" he explained getting his shirt on "Still. All alone" I pouted

"That's why I woke you up before I left, you know I don't like abandoning you all day" he says sitting on the bed giving my head a kiss "But I'll be back later and we can do something this after noon okay?"

"Ummmm"

"Okay babydoll?"

"Okay" I smiled giving him a soft kiss he happily kissed back and I egarly tried tugging him back into bed which did sort of work as he ended up leant over me half in the bed till he pulled back

"Don't tempt me babydoll" He smirked "I'm in enough trouble for being late. and keeping other people up with our noise. I'll see you later have a good day"

"You too." I smiled

he got up and grabbed his stuff for the day from the chair by the door

"I love you" I giggled as he opened the trailer door

"I love you more babydoll," He cooes before he rushed out and off to wardrobe for his day on set and I happily turned over wrapped my arms around his pillow and went back to sleep.

#thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

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bubblesuga · 2 years

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As It Was

Summary: When the reader begins to have internal conflict shortly after her son is born about her life, Husband Yoongi is there to tell her there is no shame in getting help

W/C: 2,733

tags: angst, husband!yoongi, mentions of post-partum depression, fluff, psychiatrist!yoongi, nurse!reader

A/N: pain

"Have a good night!" you call out to your coworkers, taking your hair out of the bun as you walk out of the facility. A few clients sit in the lobby area as you leave, grinning and waving while you wave back with just as wide of a smile.

You love your job more than anything. But sometimes it's... hard. You know the individuals don't mean to do the things they do, they don't have a concept of what they're doing when they swing while you try to give them their medications. Sometimes they know who you are and sometimes they don't. It's scary to live your life day by day surrounded by strangers who are trying to get you to do what they want. They don't understand that you're only encouraging them to do what they need to do. To them, sometimes, you're a big scary monster who has taken them from their families. So, despite the clawing and biting and verbal abuse you go through, you stick it out. They need someone who can be there for them, and if that involves intense nights, so be it. You know what you signed up for.

That doesn't make anything any less hard, though.

As soon as you make it to your car, you let a sob and feel tears drip down your cheek. A client who lives on the third floor of the complex has an intense food aggression and happened to see another client with food. You tried to stop him, but you only ended up covered in the raspberry juice they were fighting over. Your scrubs stick to your torso, your shoes still squeak with liquid, and your brain is at its limit for the night.

Oh how you loathe the evening shift. Sometimes.

Tipping your head back, you collect yourself and wipe your face free of tears. Starting your car, you turn on your headlights and pull out of the parking lot and begin your 20 minute drive home.

It's not long before your phone rings. You lean forward and press 'answer' on the stereo and sit back, staring at the traffic light that seems to be painted red.

"Hello?" you don't get a chance to see who's calling you before you answer.

"Jagiya," your husband's voice sounds throughout the car, making your eyes well up with tears once again, "when will you be home? The baby is asleep already but he kept crying for mama before."

You inhale softly, stopping a sob from escaping your throat, "I'll, uh-" you hiccup, "I'll be home soon. I'll feed tonight so don't worry."

"That's not what I'm worried about," concern laces Yoongi's voice, and there's a brief pause while you step on the gas to accelerate, "how was your day?"

You swallow, "I'll tell you when I'm home."

"Okay," he breathes, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Yoongi hangs up and you twist your neck in an attempt to crack some of the stress away.

You met Yoongi in college, where he was studying Psychology and you were studying Nursing. When you started to lean more towards mental health, your professor suggested you start taking cognitive psychology classes and you found yourself sat right next to Yoongi.

You remember the way he looked that day. He was so quiet, and so focused on what was being taught that you thought he was completely unaware of everyone around him. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose that reflected the images of the projector right back out, and his black hair sat fluffy on his head. The hoodie he wore looked comfortable, and when you glanced down, he was wearing plaid pajama pants.

His first words to you were ones for the books.

He leaned over to you, still staring forward, and uttered the most beautiful statement you had ever heard in your life.

"You know, discomfort is something everyone has to withstand. The repetition of dramatic events makes life exhausting and I want to know why. What makes our brains itch. I don't like the answer of 'that's just the way people are.' I need a better reason. So, why are you here?"

At the time you had told him that you just wanted to help people. While, yes that was and still is true, the ultimate reason you were there was to find a purpose. Yoongi seemed to have such a curious mind and it baffled you, how a man so bright can have such dark thoughts about the human psyche. Like he wanted to pick apart everyone's brains and find some sort of trigger or reason that humans react the way they do to things, or develop the illnesses they do.

As college went on and you became friends, then started dating, Yoongi's quest to find the darkness in the human mind began to become futile. While he still continued to get his degree, his mind has shifted.

"Who said that we're the animals of purpose?" you remember him saying one night after exams had just ended, "I think we're the animals of regret."

"There is nothing permanent in this world!" he shouted out into the blackened night sky while you tipped back another bottle of beer, "we're all just happenings passing through!"

You laughed it off at the time, but you feel those words on a deeper level now.

The longer you live, the more you begin to agree with him. Despite having a child, you can't help but feel that trigger that Yoongi so desperately tried to find before. Like you went wrong somewhere, and you're not meant to be doing the job you're doing because you're just not strong enough.

Yet, you push through. Not for yourself, but for Yoongi and your son. They are the reason you continue to breathe new air into the world of certain suffering.

Pulling into the driveway, you don't realize how much you had been crying on the way home. You try your hardest to clean yourself up but you see Yoongi peaking out of the living room window, his mouth set in a frown.

"What happened?" he doesn't give you time to take your shoes off before he's at your front, his hands resting gingerly on your shoulders.

Letting out a shaky breath, you shrug, "just having a rough day."

Yoongi glances down and sees the stained blue scrubs, "Let's run you a shower."

The house is dark while he leads you through it, and you're both careful when you pass the baby's room. He's hands haven't left your shoulders, and it's as though he's holding you up. Like you're a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment.

The numbness that follows almost feels intentional. You never understood the need to smoke weed to feel numb, because it's like Yoongi doesn't that for you. You look at him, and you forget. You look at your son, and you forget.

Yoongi turns on the shower once you enter the bathroom and sticks his hand under the water to test the temperature. After he thinks it suffices, he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it carefully over your head. You kick off your pants and underwear and Yoongi reaches around you to undo your bra.

He pauses for a moment, studying your face. Tilting his head, his reaches forward and rests his hands on your cheeks.

"I'm going to go get your pajamas. Get in the shower, baby."

The numbness disappears the instant you're in the shower and can't see him. You feel like such a bother, like you do nothing but make him take care of you. Every since you had the baby you feel like there's a thousand bricks resting on your shoulders and while you try to to everything you can, some unknown force continues to build atop your pain. You don't regret anything in your life, and it hurts you to think that you are feeling the emotional turmoil for no reason at all.

You feel yourself sink onto the floor and bring your knees up to your chest. You have everything you could ever want. A loving husband, a gorgeous baby, a big house that the two of you worked your asses off to get. You have food and clothing and shelter and yet your brain is still sad.

The sobs that heave your chest break the glass wall that you had built in the few moments you spent with Yoongi. The water begins to get chillier but you don't make an effort to move.

The shower curtain slides aside and you hear Yoongi's breathing, "Jagiya-" he sounds panicked, "what's going on?"

The crying doesn't stop. You only look up at him and feel the earlier anguish triple. There's that doting husband that you have. Why the fuck are you still so sad?

Yoongi's back straightens and he sets your clothing on the bathroom counter. Then he slips his boxers and shirt off, sliding behind you on the shower floor.

"It's okay," he whispers, bringing you to his chest and allowing you to lay against him while you silently sob, "you're okay."

"I- I'm not though!" you exclaim quietly, "why am I like this? Why am I such a mess?"

Yoongi's heart breaks, the pain of seeing the love of his life like this is unbearable. He feels a weight on his chest while his throat tenses as he holds back tears.

"I don't think you're a mess, sweetheart," he strokes your head lovingly, your body on his calming him enough to talk you through your panic attack, "I think you're human."

You laugh bitterly, "What I'd give to be a fucking cat."

Yoongi chuckles sadly, his hand moving forward and resting gently on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles.

"Do you want to tell me what happened to trigger this?" Yoongi says after a moment of silence, adjusting the temperature of the shower to warm the two of you up once he notices you shivering.

You wipe a tear and feel your chest loosening just a bit. "I'm upset because I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing and I still feel like it's not enough."

"What do you mean?"

You rest your head against Yoongi's shoulder, feeling his cheek against your temple, "I help people for a living. Yet I still get told I'm not enough. That I'm a monster."

"You know they don't mean that," he says, "deep down, beneath all the mesh of illness that clouds their brain, they know you're just helping them."

His skin feels so smooth against yours. You feel him reach upward and grab the shampoo. He massages it gingerly into your scalp.

"Are you therapizing me right now?" you smile for the first time since you arrived home. Yoongi tilts your head back to rinse it free of shampoo, his chest shaking against your back while he chuckles.

"I don't know, is it working?"

You turn back to him and nod, "You have a way with words, my love."

Yoongi's eyes brighten at the pet name, a small blush resting atop his cheeks.

"If you feel as though you can't handle this job, though," he runs his fingers through your hair as he puts in conditioner, "I support you in any decision you make."

"No, I love it," you begin, your mind a bit clearer now that you seemingly cried out your anguish, "I just don't understand why I'm so sad."

"Do you think it's time to get on an antidepressant?"

Sniffling, you think it over for a moment. You've never thought medication was shameful, but it's scary. You've met people who completely changed after starting an antidepressant and you don't want that. You still want to be yourself, just a little happier. A little less... upset all the time.

Yoongi rinses your conditioner out, "There's nothing wrong with taking an antidepressant."

"I'm scared." you admit.

Yoongi nods, pondering for a moment as though he's trying to find the right words to say. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, "It is scary, I'm not going to lie. But we'll keep trying until we find one that works for you. We might get lucky and find it on the first try, or it may be the fifth, but overall it will help you."

"How do I go about this?"

Yoongi stands up, pulling you with him and turning you to face him, "I'll call my Prescriptionist on Monday. I'll also get you in to see one of my colleagues if you'd like. I want you to know there are options for psychiatrists. Not just your husband."

You feel scared again, because it's starting to feel real. You're actually going to get help. This is going to happen.

"What do you think I have?" you question.

Taking a deep breath, he speaks, "I don't want to diagnose you."

"Don't think of a diagnosis," you encourage, "think of it as a theory."

He looks suspicious, torn between telling you. Yet, you know that he knows what's wrong. "Depression. Like me."

You nod, feeling him turn off the water and wrap a towel around you to start drying you off.

"I think you are the most amazing wife, mother, person that I have ever met in my entire life," Yoongi says as he helps you out of the shower and hands you your underwear, "and I want you to know that I will be here to help you through any issues you may have. When I married you, I promised to be with you through sickness and health. Now is the sickness, and I'll be here. Until the very end."

You smile, your eyes brightening, "What did I do to deserve such an amazing family?"

Yoongi shrugs, "What did I do to deserve you? We must be doing something right."

With a giggle, you lean up and give your husband a deep kiss. He returns it, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. You feel his legs open your thighs as though he can't get close enough to you. Even though you're practically on top of him, he needs more. He always needs more.

Breaking the kiss, you see his swollen lips turn up into a smile, "Let's get some sleep, baby. You deserve it."

~*~*~

You wake at 6 in the morning.

Your head hurts from the crying of last night so you glance to your bedside table. Already, there's a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.

You take the medication gratefully, pulling yourself out of bed and heading straight to your baby's room. When you enter, you see Yoongi laying back on the rocking chair with your son laying on Yoongi's chest.

You lean against the doorway, your two boys sleeping peacefully in front of you. A smile breaks across your face because, who are you kidding? What harm could getting help do?

If there's anything you want to do for your family, it's be the best you can be. If that means getting help, then so be it. Your family is your top priority, and Yoongi slapped you back to reality last night.

As the baby begins to stir, you step forward and take him from your husband's arms. Yoongi wakes the moment he feels his baby's warmth leave him, squinting up at you while you rock your baby gently.

"How are you doing?" he questions, his voice laced with exhaustion that you can't help but feel bad about. You know you partly caused that.

"I'm wonderful, baby." you smile, hearing your son coo gently. You glance down at your baby as Yoongi stands, wrapping his arms around both of you and swaying you both gently.

"I love you both," you whisper, "I promise I'll be okay."

"I know you will be," Yoongi responds, his hand brushing back the hair on your son's head, "not only for us but also for yourself."

You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, pulling away and resting your forehead against his.

"'Till death do us part, my love." you say.

Yoongi smiles, "and when we're old and grey and watching our grandkids play in the yard, I hope you look back at moments like these with fondness."

"I will," you say, the butterflies of Yoongi picturing your future together swarming in your tummy, "I hope you do to."

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