A/N: I have posted in a minute but this has been sitting in my drafts for months. This is just a little Drabble, I’m trying to get back into posting more consistently. Minors DNI.
Tonight Aaron was insatiable. All you could think was ‘fuck I’m going to be sore tomorrow’ but in the best way possible.
Your night out was now over, ended a lot sooner than you expected. But that was no thanks to the tight little dress you had on. You knew by the way he eyed you coming down the stairs in that short black dress it would get you trouble.
“We really have to go to this party?” He questioned as he raked his gaze over every inch of your delectable figure.
“Yes it’s not everyday your friend opens a club, it’ll be fun.”
Every chance he got he was staring you down through the lights of the club, not even trying to hide the hungry look in his eye. And that’s how you ended up here, flustered in the private bathroom of his friend’s office.
Aaron had your back pressed against his sold frame, his thick hands roaming your body. Your breath turned ragged as he began pulling at the thin fabric that was barely covering your skin. His fingers gripping every piece of soft brown flesh. Eventually, his hands parted ways, one stayed on your chest, toying with your now exposed nipple, the other was encroaching dangerously close to your panty line.
“Fucking look at you, so fucking sexy” His breath was warm on your neck as he continued to nip and kiss your exposed skin. You watched him through the mirror but his gaze remained on your body, taking it all in.
“You think you can just walk around looking this damn good and I’m not going to do anything?”
You were way too overwhelmed to respond with anything coherent. All that came out was a pathetic sigh, which he chuckled at.
His fingers slid against your inner thigh, drawing up the hem of your very short skirt.
From where you stood, you could see everything in the large mirror. Your eyes went to his wide pupils, then to the marks already showing on the side of your neck from his lips. But your gaze lingered on his hands. Those expert fingers lightly traced over the lilac lace fabric that was growing damper by the second. When he saw the flash of purple from under your dress his smile turned sinister.
“Shit baby, you wore this just for me, didn’t you?”
You nodded, still unable to form coherent words as his fingers worked over your hot skin. You heard him mumble “so sexy”.
The pads of his fingers slip under the fabric and you gasp at the sudden contact. “You like this baby? Hm?”
Those expert digits moved excruciatingly slow over your aching heat, touching you everywhere but where you needed him the most.
“Answer me,” he paused his movements.
“Yes, yes I love it”
“That’s my girl”
He took that as an invitation to explore more. He let his hands drop from their positions and he backed away. You took those few seconds to breathe and try and adjust your dress a little bit.
“Put your hands on that sink or I’m stopping” he spoke flatly as he leaned you forward, exposing your ass to him. His hands gripped your cheeks under the fabric of the dress and he squatted down. You arched just a bit more for him gripping the sink for leverage, and he smiled. You were putty in his hands at this point and he loved it.
He started placing kisses along the skin of your ass where your hem ended, adding a couple of bites here and there. Nothing to hurt you but just rough enough it caused your walls to flutter everytime his teeth grazed you.
When you least expected it, his fingers were again on your inner thigh, slidding up towards your covered hole that was now throbbing. His hands bypassed where you needed him most and snaked further to grip your waist, pulling the fabric of your dress with him until it pooled around your waist. Your ass was on complete display for him now as he continued leaving kissing on the newly exposed flesh.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste?”
You couldn’t say no even if your brain had the capacity to form a coherent thought.
“I need that answer if you want me to keep going mama”
“Fuck yes, Aaron, please just touch me already”
“Since we’re pressed for time, I’ll allow it” and with that he slid your panties down your legs.
At the same time you felt the cool air hit your sopping core, you heard him let out a breathy “fuck”. It was barely audible like it wasn’t even for you.
“You’re fucking drippin baby, this all for me?”
You nodded “always for you daddy”
He finished pulling the thong down your legs and brought his attention back to your core.
Before you even took a breath his tongue was flat against your slit, moving up and down. You jerked forward, not prepared for the sudden contact.
“You made me wait all night for this, you better stay still”, his strong hands pulled you back, bringing his face deeper.
You were cursing already as his tongue moved faster and faster. Before you knew he was eating you out like it was his last meal. You were trying to muffle the sounds of your moans but he did not give a fuck. The loud wet noises of his lips against your heat filled the room. He rotated between licking your clit and sucking it moaning against your heat. When he felt you were right on the edge, he slipped his toungue as deep as possible in your pussy, making you squirm under his hands.
His tongue slipped out of your now dripping hole and circled your clit. You bit down on your lip to silence a moan as your legs shook. All he had to do was wrap his lips around your sensitive bud and you were already on your first orgasm of the night.
His rough hands caressed your cheeks as he licked you clean, unfazed by your shaking legs. You were almost on the cusp of another orgasm when he pulled away, placing wet kisses up your thighs and ass until he was at your lower back.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ma take my time with you when I get you home,” His eyes were staring at yours through the mirror as he stood all the way up, moving back to his position behind you.
“But right now, i just want to have a little fun with pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck again as his left hand gripped your neck, turning your head until you were facing him. Your eyes fell on his plump lips, still glistening from his previous predicament.
“You don’t even know what you got yourself into huh?” He kissed you hard before you could respond. There was no struggle for control, he had all of it and you were just along for the ride. His right hand snakes it’s way up your waist, cupping your exposed tit. You moaned into his mouth, arching more into his broad chest. His expert fingers rolled your nipple back and forth and you pawed at his wrists, needing more. Right when you felt you were on the verge of running out of air, he pulls away. He placed one more chaste kiss on your swollen lips before releasing your nipple.
“Get these nice and wet for me babygirl”
Two fingers slip into yours open mouth and you greedily sucked them in, circling your tongue around each one, eyes locked on his. His thick dick, that was pressed against your ass, hardened even more at the sight. He loved you like this. Flustered, needy and eager to please him.
Once he felt you were ready, he removed his fingers from your mouth, saliva trailing on your lips. The hand around your neck slid down towards your chest, holding you up against him as he propped your leg up, giving him better access. His wet fingers wasted no time finding your hot core and he cursed under his breath again at how good you looked like this. He could never get enough of it. The way he was holding you, you were almost completely exposed to his in the mirror.
He could see your sticky wetness dripping down your thighs, “You’re always so fucking wet for me, I love that shit”.
He rubbed your clit applying just enough pressure to make you roll your head back onto his shoulders “Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum again”
You felt him chuckle “Already babygirl? I haven’t even started yet”. His pointer finger slipped in, and you moaned, louder than expected.
“Now you don’t want everyone to know how im sluttin you out in here, you gotta keep quiet.” He smirked.
You bit your lip as he continued his exploration, he wasn’t making it easy for you to keep it together. He wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel, how good you were being for him, he did not give a shit about them hearing.
He picked a grueling pace, sliding his finger in and out. His hand on your chest resumed its assault on your nipples and you moaned again, this time a little too loud.
That one got his attention, “Alright you gotta keep quiet baby. You want someone to kick us out before I make you cum again hm?”. He did not like being interrupted, that was a given.
He pulled his hand away from your core and dug into his pocket, pulling out your lace panties. “Open”
You opened you mouth and he filled it with the purple fabric, sliding his hand back to his previous position.
“Now, you interrupt me one more time, you’re not cumming”.
His lips attached back on your neck and he slid two digits in this time. You bit down hard on the fabric as you came after a few more strokes, your loud moan thankfully muffled by the fabric.
You thought after that orgasm he’d let you go but boy were you wrong. He added a third digit and picked up pace. You gripped his forearm and your eyes rolled back, feeling an even stronger orgasm growing. Your legs became shaky and your pussy spasmed around his hand.
“That’s right baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers”. You were practically screaming, even with your underwear in the way. Any care of getting caught was long gone from your brain, you just wanted to make it out of there with your sanity.
“I know you got another one for me baby, cum for me”. You shook in his arms, cumming hard. His fingers slipped out, running fast circles over your clit “oh my god daddy I can’t I-“ you words were garbled as he worked you over into one more orgasm, your wetness dripping all over the floor as you squirted all over his hand. “Good fucking girl.” He praised
“Please..”you begged, completely overstimulated. He slowed his pace until he completely pulled away from your pussy, conceding for now. He returned you down to the ground, as you fought your breath.
Aaron pulled the panties from your mouth, placed a kiss on your lips, then another on your forehead “You look so pretty after I make you cum.”
You shoved him slightly in jest. He put his hands up in surrender. After another few minutes of him cleaning you up and fixing your dress, you two left the room.
He pulled you behind him, down the hall towards exit, hand clasped in his. “Let’s go home babygirl, so I can take care of you, properly”
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Summary: Hawke realizes Fenris is her home. Fenris gets to worship Hawke.
Word Count: 5,864
Warnings: toxic relationship Handers, hawke still kinda has a thing with Anders but not really, crying, self-worth issues, fenris eats pussy, jealous fenris, fenris fingers deserve their own warning, miscommunication is their strong suit, hawke and lack of tact as always, also you can see the start of their manhandling thing if you squint
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A/N: so uh. I wrote 600 words last week. I wrote 600 words yesterday. @orangekittyenergy drew this and posted it and I lost my mind and this got way out of hand. I'm sorry?
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The wind chilled the tears streaking down Hawke’s face as she wandered the near-empty streets of Kirkwall. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, anger welling up again at her inability to keep her emotions in check, something that always fueled any argument with Anders. A regular visit to his clinic, once the highlight of her day, had once again turned to a fight. Not just a small argument, a yelling match, no doubt heard by any who happened to be walking nearby. Anders, yelling about his duty to his people, to his ideals, and to Justice. Hawke, of course, yelling back about his duty to himself, to the truth, to their team, and, unspoken still, to her.
She thought she could get through to him, once, but the more time passed, the more she doubted there was much of him left to save. How much was Anders himself? How much was he Justice? Did it matter, really, if he was always unwilling to compromise, to listen, to talk to her?
Hawke shook her head trying to clear her thoughts, and dried tears that continued to fall despite her best efforts. As her feet carried her out of Darktown, she continued to ruminate on what was happening with Anders, a man she once considered her best friend, her partner, the one person she could trust to have her back no matter what. Hawke found herself wondering how long it had been since that had been true, and realized she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt it. All she had felt, maybe for years, had been loneliness – loneliness, and a longing for someone to see her as Hawke the person, and not just the leader, the caretaker, the placeholder.
Her boots tapped along stone, and she realized her thoughts had carried her to Hightown. A familiar door stood in front of her, though not to her own estate. She sighed and turned her gaze to the sky. She truly didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts, though why her subconscious couldn’t have directed her to Varric or Merrill or Maker, even Sebastian, for a chat was beyond her.
She was mid-turn to head back toward Lowtown and The Hanged Man when the door creaked, and the voice of the companion that hated her most echoed lightly through the alley. She cringed. “Hawke? Is there an emergency?”
Hawke turned toward Fenris, careful to keep her face turned down not to let him see the streaks surely still present on her cheeks. “No, no, I – I’m sorry, I just took a wrong turn going home?” The lilt in her lie gave her away instantly.
Her eyes still faced down, but she could hear the disbelief in his expression when he hummed in response. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I told you. Wrong turn.” Her attempt at confidence was betrayed by the small sniffle that sneaked its way into the end of her statement.
“Look at me and tell me nothing is wrong.”
Hawke raised her eyes a fraction, still looking not quite into Fenris’s face. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Compliance on a technicality as usual, I see. Look me in the eyes and tell me nothing is wrong.” She felt a single finger press under her chin, tilting her face the rest of the way to meet his gaze. His brow furrowed as he took in her puffy, red eyes, and the slight glisten of tears still present underneath.
“What happened?” A question through gritted teeth, anger flashing in his eyes briefly, but blatantly, making her defensive. She tried to pull back, but an arm wrapping around her back held her in place, then guided her into the house.
Fenris led Hawke through the dark halls of his home through to the chairs they often occupied by the fireplace, moving to press her shoulders down until she sat heavily in the seat she had come to regard as hers. Her fingers traced idly over the stitching on the worn cloth, and she leaned her head into the winged back of the armchair, letting the musty, yet overwhelmingly comfortable scent of it ground her. Fenris silently stoked the fire, shoulders tense, fists occasionally clenching and unclenching as he worked. She watched as he stood and moved to the kitchen without regarding her, as if she had simply become a piece of his furniture.
Hawke allowed her eyes to close, the exhaustion of the evening pulling at her, though she knew any effort to truly sleep would be worthless. Still, the moment of rest was much needed, and the burning wood of the fire mixed with the comfort of her chair to encourage her mind and body to relax more than she had been allowed in weeks.
Her eyes snapped open as she heard footsteps approaching from the other room. Fenris stopped directly in front of her, bent halfway to placing two mugs of tea on the table between their chairs. He slowly straightened and pulled his hand away from the drinks as if he had been caught committing an unspeakable crime. “Sleep if you need it.”
Hawke shook her head and yawned, her gaze shifting to the dancing flames to give him some privacy. “Wouldn’t do me any good to try, trust me. I wish I could, but I just keep having the same arguments in my head over and over.”
“What kind of arguments?” Hawke’s eyes moved toward him, though her face stayed facing forward. He scoffed. “You don’t have to tell me, Hawke. I just assumed you did not interrupt my night to sit silently in your chair.”
Hawke rolled her eyes. “Guess you’re right. Just, arguments. I don’t know. They seem so silly in the grand scheme of everything we deal with, you know?”
“I’m sure they are.”
She snorted what could have been a laugh had it contained any mirth. “Thank you for your constant support.”
Fenris flopped down in his chair and reached for his tea. “I can’t see what you would need to have arguments about, if not about the horrible things we see all the time, so it would have to be silly. You’ve got your home settled, with people taking care of it while we’re away saving the world or whatever it is we do. You’ve got money, more of it than most people see in a lifetime. You’ve got - ” he hesitated briefly, mouth twitching into a grimace, “ - you’ve got the mage. There’s simply no reasonable cause aside from the constantly impending doom and political pressure for you to possibly be kept up at night.”
Hawke outwardly cringed at the mention of Anders, unable to mask her frustration quickly enough. Any hopes she had that Fenris hadn’t noticed were quickly dashed by a hum of contemplation from the other chair. “Not everything is sunshine with the lovers then.”
“Don’t, Fenris.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t… mock me for it. I don’t think I could handle that right now.” She looked over at him with wide eyes. The honesty was softer than she had intended it to be, and she could only imagine how much worse the teasing would be because of it.
He met her eyes then, the corner of his mouth lifted so slightly she could’ve missed it, distracted as she was by the raw sentiment that left him next. “I would never mock you for trying to find happiness, Hawke. If any of us are deserving of it, it is you.”
Her head tilted in silent confusion as she held his intense gaze, attempting to reconcile how much he hated her with this unexpected show of support. The motion seemed to snap Fenris out of whatever emotional vulnerability he had allowed himself in that moment, though, and he quickly averted his eyes back to the fire. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Regardless, I’m certain the mage did something stupid, and it would be a waste for me to give up the opportunity to mock him instead.”
Hawke did snort out a real laugh then, taking a deep breath and readjusting in her chair. She addressed the ceiling rather than Fenris as she took the obvious cue. “No, it’s not – Anders didn’t do anything wrong, not really. He just doesn’t take care of himself is all.”
Her statement was met with silence, and she risked a glance at Fenris. His head was tilted toward her, mouth set in a flat line, brows raised in disbelief. She straightened her posture and narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s true! That’s all it is. He doesn’t take care of himself at all, and it worries me. That’s it. He doesn’t – It’s just all about the clinic, and duty, and Justice, which I know is its own problem, that I was very prepared to exist beside mind you, and - “ Hawke stood and started pacing as her worries slipped from her out into the unexpected safety of Fenris’s sitting room. “ - and I know he’s not eating, he’s not sleeping at all, or at least not nearly enough, and there’s something else going on, but I wouldn’t know, would I? Because he doesn’t talk to me about any of it! He’s got all these secrets and I know I could help, or even if I couldn’t help exactly, I could at least support him through it! But sometimes, I don’t know, he’s making these decisions that…”
Fenris had moved to take their abandoned tea mugs into the kitchen as she ranted, staying well within earshot, and had returned to lean against the door frame. He stayed silent as she trailed off, but she could feel him tracking her pacing across the floor. She felt caught like a mabari in a cage, and fought back with her best weapon: brushing it off and moving on. She stopped her pacing in front of the fire, and rested her forehead against the mantle. “Anyway, I know he’s one of the best of us, and I don’t deserve him, but I just wish he would trust me sometimes, you know?”
The scoff was loud enough to startle her, and she whirled on Fenris, her anger from earlier in the night returning with a vengeance. “What, you think it’s such a crazy idea for someone to trust me?” She didn’t wait for a reply before continuing. “Of course you do. If there was anyone who wouldn’t trust me, of course it would be you. Look, Fenris, I can be trusted, whether you believe it or not. All I want is to help! To help Anders, to help our friends, to help this Maker forsaken city. To help you, for whatever reason.” Each word had been punctuated by a step in his direction, her last accusation to herself accompanied by a sharp jab to his chest.
They stared at each other for a moment, Hawke’s chest heaving with anger, Fenris calmly studying her like some sort of specimen, though the tension in his shoulders and the clench of his jaw spoke to his own frustration. He took a step past her, further into the sitting room. She stayed facing away from him, staring into the darkness of the next room, trying to get her emotions under control. His voice was flat when it cut through the tension in the room. “You really think I don’t trust you. I follow you everywhere, we’re together nearly every day, we battle the unthinkable together, and you think I don’t trust you. Hawke, that’s nearly as stupid as thinking you don’t deserve Anders.”
She turned fully around to find him facing her, arms crossed, unimpressed look on his face. “Don’t call me stupid for thinking the truth, Fenris. We both know how much you hate me. You may respect me in battle, but I won’t be so naive to believe that you’d trust me with anything else, or trust me any more than Anders apparently would to help - “
“You keep saying that, Hawke. Stop it.”
She tucked her lips into her teeth to keep down her annoyance at being interrupted, and willed her words to come out without tone. “What?”
“You keep saying “help.” “Help” Anders, “help” me, “help” everyone.” His voice rose in a rare show of genuine frustration. “Stop talking about helping everyone else when you show up to my door crying because the person you trusted most, who you wanted to help most, hurt you so badly that you didn’t want to go to your own home, to your friends you actually like, because as you said, we both know that isn’t me. Stop talking about helping everyone else. Who helps you? Anyone? Or do you just expect to keep going around helping everyone else and crying over people who hurt you for trying? Who do you let help you, Hawke?”
Hawke watched in slow motion as Fenris turned and started toward his room. Her mind ran through every battle she fought back to back with Fenris, every time his sword caught an enemy just as they reached her, every time she met his eyes across the battlefield and he wouldn’t look away until she gave him a short nod. She thought to their nights here, the bottles of wine shared between them until neither cared about the dangers lurking around every corner, the teasing and prodding that only got worse as time and alcohol made them more comfortable.
She thought about her kidnapping, what she remembered of it. The first person she saw come through the door had been Fenris, his eyes finding hers immediately. She remembered him bee-lining for her while Anders and Varric were fighting Carta, checking her for injury, sitting with her until it was over. She remembered the fight with Anders after. And she remembered waking up the next morning on Fenris’s chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths under her, watching sleep give his expression a moment of true relaxation, and realizing he had taken her in and stayed like that all night, because she had asked.
She thought about where her subconscious had directed her tonight. The anger in Fenris’s voice when he saw her tear-streaked face took on a new light. She thought about his hands gently guiding her inside, about the tea that found its way to her side, about the way they both had referred to the chair as hers without thinking.
Her feet moved before her brain caught up, and she saw Fenris at the end of the dim hall. “You.”
He stopped, though he didn’t turn to face her. “What?”
Hawke kept going until she was right behind him. “I let you take care of me.” She grabbed his hand, but dropped it immediately when she felt him tense. “I’ve been letting you take care of me for so long, and I didn’t even notice. Thank you.”
Fenris turned then, and his hands found her waist. “You are welcome. It was not entirely intentional on my part, or noticed. I – Someone needed to. I can do that, for you.”
“As I can for you.” Her smile was genuine. She inched closer to him, her gaze betraying mischief as they flickered between his green eyes and his lips. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Hawke - “ he started, but his warning tone made no difference when her lips met his. His grip tightened on her hips, and the warmth of his mouth pressing greedily against her own pulled a small groan from her.
She pushed herself flush against him and found her hands tangled in his hair. Fenris pulled away slightly, his eyes searching her face for something he didn’t seem to find. “Hawke, you know this is - “ her lips found the side of his neck, leaving gentle kisses along the taut muscle as she listened to him, before sucking a small mark at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Fenris tried to cover a moan with an unconvincing grumble of frustration. “Maker, Hawke, I’m trying to say something important.”
She pulled away just barely from where she had been leaving kisses and bites to tease him with her words instead. “Then say it, Fenris. I’m not stopping you.”
“You are an infuriating woman. That has never changed.” His grip on her hips pushed her back from him a bit more, though she struggled a bit against it. He put more of his strength into it, pushing her into the door of his bedroom, holding her at arms length away from him. She stopped struggling completely, and looked up at him, embarrassment clear on her face. “Hawke, this is a bad idea. I know most of your ideas are bad - “
“Hey!”
“- but this is one of the worst. People are going to find out, and then people are going to talk. And if you want the mage to trust you, this is not going to accomplish that.” He pushed one hand through his hair and turned from her.
She reached out and grabbed the arm the wasn’t still touching her, and pulled his hand to her face, forcing him to turn back to her. She nuzzled her cheek into his palm and stared into eyes that were watching her every move with rapt attention. Her voice was soft when she spoke, still nestled into his hand. “Fenris, I’m not embarrassed of this – of you. I’ll go tell Varric about it right now, and everyone can know by morning if that’s what you’d like. I haven’t been happy with… well, whatever was happening with Anders, for years. He hasn’t even told me he feels any particular way about me. And if you’re wondering, we never even fucked. Not that I think you would be wondering! Or that I expect you to want to do that with me! Or that you feel any particular way about me! Or - “
Fenris’s mouth was on hers before she could completely spiral out of control, and he was pushing closer into her space against the door. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as she explored his mouth with her tongue, and she barely noticed the door opening behind her.
Her head rested against his as they hovered inside his bedroom. “I don’t know if you should tell Varric anything, Hawke. I need time to figure some things out myself about this. About us. Though I’m sure they will find out anything soon enough regardless of our input.”
Her heart sank, and she moved to unwrap herself from him. “Of course, I’m sorry I overstepped, I’ll - “
“You said you would let me help you, did you not?”
She nodded, eyes fixed on the ground below her feet. Fingers found her chin, much the way they had when she arrived that night, tilting her face up to look at him. This time though, his fingers then traced up her cheek, palm holding her face steady as he leaned down for a kiss that started sweet, but quickly turned filthy. A hand still steady on her hip guided her back as she lost herself in the taste of him, the backs of her knees buckling as they hit the edge of his bed. He followed more gracefully, landing perfectly between her legs, arms on either side of her head, barely losing contact with her lips.
He moved to place a chaste kiss on her lips, on her cheek, on her forehead. “Will you let me help you, Hawke?”
Hawke felt like her whole world had turned upside down in a matter of moments, but she couldn’t stop the breathy plea that left her at his eagerness. “Always. Please, Fenris.”
He gave her no time to see the pink dusting his cheeks, or the soft adoration in his eyes before he was back on her, devouring her like he may never again get the chance. He undid most of the buttons of her shirt as he kissed her before one large hand began massaging her breast. Her fingers wound their way back through his hair, and her legs wrapped back around his waist. She felt their teeth clash more than once as they explored each other, and she chuckled to herself as she realized there was no better feeling than this messy, uncoordinated lov- situation she had accidentally fallen into.
Fenris pulled back from her, eyebrows raised quizzically at her laughter, but she just stared up at him, an unguarded, bright smile stretched across her face, and yanked him back down to her. His hand traced down her side, pulling a shiver from her, and she felt the corners of his lips twitch up into their kiss. His hand continued its path up and down her side, tickling just under her breast on each upstroke, and beginning to reach farther toward the band of her breeches with each downstroke. As he moved farther down, she tilted her hips, and moaned at the feeling of his hard length pressing deliciously against her clothed cunt.
Hawke tried to arch into him again, chasing the friction, but the hand not toying with her waistband held her hips firmly in place against the mattress. She switched tactics, trailing kisses to his jaw, his pulse point, his throat. Meanwhile, her hands began pulling at his tunic, wordlessly asking for more access.
“Must you always be so impatient?” Hawke could feel the amusement in his words, though they maintained his usual aloofness.
“Must you always be so – so – clothed?” She huffed.
A deep laugh echoed from his chest then, a sound Hawke was certain she had never heard before, and was certain she would be chasing for the rest of her life. “That was terrible. Even for you, Hawke. Awful.” He pushed himself up away from her anyway, muscles flexing as he revealed the tattoos that wound their way along his upper body.
Hawke reached out slowly, and almost reverently traced the line of lyrium across his ribs, a whispered “beautiful,” so quiet as to almost be to herself. Fenris flinched slightly from her touch, and she almost pulled her fingers away until she felt him lean back into her hand. She looked up to find him watching where her fingers met his skin, the way they touched him so gently. His emotions were unreadable when he finally met her eyes. She pushed her full palm against him, and felt the muscles of his chest as she moved up to meet him halfway. Before his lips could touch hers, however, she spoke again. “You are, you know.”
Noses touching, she saw his eyes twitch in confusion. “I am what?”
“Beautiful. You are truly, truly beautiful, Fenris.” This time, she didn’t miss the blush spreading across his cheeks or the way his mouth hung slightly open as he tried to think of a reply, though she took pity on him by pulling him into her and licking into his mouth. A moan rumbled in his chest, and Hawke took the opportunity to move her attention to his trousers.
He caught her hands in his before she could make much progress, and pushed them up above her head. “You’re letting me help you, Hawke, remember?”
She smiled lazily. “I remember.”
“So let me.”
He released her wrists, trusting her to keep them where he had put them, and moved his hands instead back to her waistband, fingers deftly untying the laces. Hawke lifted her hips, allowing Fenris to pull them down and off along with her underclothes, leaving her exposed in only her tunic. He pulled back to look at her, releasing a shaky breath into the quiet room.
Hawke moved to pull the tunic down to cover herself as Fenris continued to stare, his silence making her self-conscious. He moved fast, then, roughly catching her wrist. She stilled completely, barely breathing as he gently moved her hand back out of the way. His face hovered just above her stomach, and he looked almost pained as he turned his eyes toward her. “I’m sorry, just – don’t. Don’t cover yourself up like that. Not in front of me, like this. Please.”
Hawke relaxed instantly into the bed, her fingers coming up to push through his hair, smiling down at him. “Okay, but, this is… okay?”
“You’re perfect. Damned mage has no idea what he missed.” His words were so quiet that Hawke wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself, but she felt her face heat at his reply regardless.
Fenris nosed at her hand, kissed her palm, the inside of her wrist, up to her shoulder. As he moved to suck a spot on her collarbone, Hawke felt his fingers graze the inside of her thigh and whimpered. He continued trailing open-mouthed kisses along her chest, leaving bites and sucking marks as he went. His fingers felt the wetness gathered at the entrance to her cunt, and he moaned around her nipple.
Hawke felt like she was barely breathing, her hand in Fenris’s hair the only thing grounding her to the earth as the pads of his fingers, slick with her, began circling her clit. His mouth switched between her breasts, sucking, biting, licking. When he felt her muscles begin to tighten, her heel pulling up along the back of his thigh, he pulled his fingers away, though he continued his ministrations on her chest. He looked up at her through his lashes as he pushed two long fingers into her cunt, curling them into her while his thumb took over pressure on her clit and his tongue circled her nipple.
She felt herself tighten around his fingers before shattering, the world going black as she came with his name on her tongue and him all around her. The feel of his skin on her stomach left, and he had removed his hands from her completely. She felt the bed shift, and her heart sank.
She opened her eyes, expecting to find Fenris getting dressed and waiting for her to leave, only to instead find him adjusting himself between her legs. She smiled down at him, and was granted a brief twitch of his lips in return before his hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her farther down the bed to meet him. His tongue licked a flat stripe from her cunt to her clit before he wrapped his lips around the already oversensitive bundle of nerves. Hawke keened off the bed, gripping his hair like a lifeline.
Her legs tried to close around his head of their own accord as he continued licking and sucking her clit, though Fenris easily pushed her thighs up away from him, granting him better access to her cunt. His tongue dipped into her, tasting the wetness there from her first orgasm before returning to his ministrations on her clit. She knew she was dripping, and glancing down at Fenris to see her cum on his face, she knew she was making a mess. Though from the groans leaving him, he didn’t seem to care, and she let herself get lost in the ecstasy of having him between her legs, occasionally allowing a glance at his beautiful focused face as he explored every facet of her.
He continued this pattern, holding her legs open for his own easy access, dipping his tongue into her, allowing his nose to bump her clit as he did, tasting everything she had to offer, circling her clit, sucking on it, and back. She vaguely realized he was grinding into the mattress, chasing any sort of friction for himself, and thought dreamily that she wished she could feel him completely, wondering what he would feel like, thick and heavy inside her. She felt herself beginning to tense again, but he kept her just on the edge of her second orgasm for what felt like ages.
Finally, blessedly, he moved up her body, kissing as he went, fingers pressed inside her and thumb providing perfect, consistent pressure. His mouth worked its way up to her lips, capturing them in a hot, messy kiss before moving on to her jaw, his breath catching just on the shell of her ear. “Come for me now. Please, let me see you.”
The deep timbre of his voice was all she needed to fall completely over the edge into a toe curling orgasm. A silent scream tore through her as she clenched hard around his fingers, and she bit down on his shoulder to keep her moans from echoing through the room. Fenris cursed lightly as her teeth sunk in, though the push and pull of his fingers in her cunt never broke their rhythm. He gripped her jaw and turned her to him for a last searing kiss as he worked her through her orgasm, and then as he felt her relax, moved to rub his thumb over her cheekbone, under her eyes where tears had begun to gather for an entirely different reason than earlier in the night.
Fenris helped her come down easy from her high with slow, gentle circles of her clit accompanied by soft strokes of his hand on her side. He was watching her, she knew, though she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes out of fear that it would all crumble the moment she acknowledged it had happened. He removed his hand from her cunt, a light touch on her hip the only reminder that he was still present at all. A tear fell, marking its path to the pillow below her. She felt movement and heard Fenris’s footfalls leave the room. More tears flowed while she laid alone in his bed. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, sat up and began buttoning her shirt.
She felt rather than saw his figure in the doorway where he had paused. “Hawke, what are you doing?”
“I’m just – sorry, I – I’ll leave in a moment I just need to - “
“Why?”
Hawke sniffled, and wiped her face on the collar of her shirt. He was across the room in a heartbeat, knelt in front of her, warm palms cupping her face. “You’re crying. What’s wrong? I’m sorry, I didn’t – I told you this was a bad idea.“ His hands fell away from her and he stepped back, fear and hurt clear on his face. “I knew you would regret this.”
Her hand snapped out and grabbed him, landing on the back of his leg, the closest part of him she could reach. “I don’t.”
“Oh really? Then why are you crying?”
“It’s not - “
“Are you hurt?”
“No! I’m just - “
“Then I did something wrong, or you regret it.”
“No!” She raised her voice enough to shock them both. She started again, trying for a more neutral volume. “No, Fenris. I don’t regret it. I’m not hurt. You did nothing wrong.”
“Then why?”
Her reply was a mumble as she faced the floor. “I thought you were leaving.”
They both looked at the cloth he had dropped on the floor in his haste to get to her when he realized something was wrong, and he huffed a short laugh. “I went to get something to clean up with, Hawke. I wasn’t leaving.” He looked at her a long moment, gaze intense. “I will not leave.”
Hawke tightened her lips to hide her smile, though the crinkle of her eyes gave her away. “Then don’t leave, and come back to bed. I still want to return the favor you know.”
Fenris stood and brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck, not meeting her eyes. “Ah, about that…”
She glanced down to see a large wet spot on his trousers, then looked up at him with wide eyes. “Did you - “
“Yes. I don’t want to hear it from you. I said I was helping you tonight, and I did.”
He allowed her hand that was still on the back of his leg to pull him closer, and she used the opportunity to lean in and lick along the wet spot, the taste of sweat, fabric and his salty spend causing her to moan. She felt his cock twitch under her tongue before he tugged her hair lightly to pull her off of him. His tone was equal parts warning, teasing, and barely restrained want when he chastised. “Maker’s breath, Hawke. Look, the sun is about to come up. We should probably get at least some sleep tonight, don’t you agree?”
“But - “
Her protests were cut off by strong arms scooping her up off the bed and depositing her into a nearby chair. She watched as Fenris, still shirtless, still with the evidence of their debauchery on his pants, put clean linens on the bed. She politely averted her eyes as he stripped himself of his now-dirty garments and put on fresh underclothes, though she may have been unable to keep herself from stealing a peek or two at his perfectly toned body and the tattoos she would love to trace with her fingers and tongue alike.
She watched as he pulled the blankets back and came over to her chair, where she had stayed, exhausted and satiated. He offered her his hand, which she took without question, and pulled her upright. Then he scooped her up bridal style, and walked over to the freshly made bed. He sat, still holding her, and laid them both down, her practically on top of him, before covering them with the blanket.
“Fenris?”
“Yes, Hawke.”
“Are you sure?”
“Am I sure what?”
“Are you sure that I can’t suck your cock?”
Fenris choked on nothing, and had to get his breath back before he could answer. “Yes Hawke, I’m very sure.” She started to interrupt. “No, Hawke, I’m sure you’re very capable of it, but I’m sure you’re not going to because you need to rest. And you deserve to be taken care of.” She took a breath to interrupt again. “I know you were taken care of. But you deserve it without worrying about paying it back.” She huffed. “Now go to sleep. We can argue about it more in the morning.” The first rays of sunshine peeked around the edge of the heavy bedroom curtains. “Or rather, afternoon.”
Hawke moved until she was comfortably laying on his chest, looking up at the strong line of his jaw, and wondering how it was that she had never felt more at home than here, in this dingy shit-hole of a mansion, in this messed-up town, with this man who until that night she had been certain hated her more than anyone. She supposed it didn’t matter, as she watched his eyes flutter closed, and felt his hands still where they had been rubbing patterns into her shoulders. She was certain they would still argue as they always had, but she decided in those last moments before sleep took her that she would happily argue the rest of her life with someone who respected her, trusted her, and had her back.
well i think the last time i was able to contribute to one of these was september last year :( thanks to everyone for bearing with me through one of the writing slumps of all time <3
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His nostrils flare and he gets that determined look on his face, eyes narrowing their focus to pierce TK’s gaze. The one that usually ends with TK sore and spent– Carlos always leaving him thoroughly well fucked.
He leans forward to take the wet tip of TK’s c*ck into his mouth, tongue flush against it and suckling at the head for mere seconds that already have TK crying out.
He doesn’t swallow after he unlatches himself, instead spreading TK’s rim with his thumb and forefinger, spitting the crude mixture of his spit and TK’s come on his most intimate spot.
“Fucking perfect,” he mumbles before his head is back between TK’s legs and the tip of his tongue bullies its way inside the warm cavern of TK’s ass.
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"Are you suggesting that we’re all disobedient children, Mister Spock?" Kirk asked, mock offense slipping off the syllables before he might have even affected it. His eyes were too alight with the spirit of mischief, mood sifting through the weariness of the day and settling, as it most often did, toward the sprawl of some hope.
When several ensigns go missing following an exploratory mission on a new M Class planet, Kirk and Spock beam down to retrieve them. Unfortunately, very little goes according to plan.
Or: Stranding is a very real possibility when transporters are as sensitive and fickle as they are.
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A work in progress but here’s a look at the book I’m writing!
TW: Gore, body horror, abuse
Lab Experiment Book
Storyline/Plot: Seven teens sneak out to explore a seemingly abandoned home, but when they enter the building they discovered a hidden lab underneath the home that housed six experiments and two doctors. (At some point, three older experiments get introduced.)
Plot twist: Three of the teens who found the abandoned home used to be experiments at that same lab themselves but one of the doctors helped them escape.
AU: Lab Experiment AU
Setting: an “abandoned” lab that houses all the doctors and experiments.
Characters: Two doctors, six current experiments, three past experiments, and four teens
Character relationship tropes:
Cannot be in the same room without wanting to kill each other
Short and deadly, tall and sweet
Theater kid and twink sidekick
Loyal to each other but to no one else
Character names:
Teen 1: Mars Arman
Teen 2: Aphrodite West
Teen 3: Dawn Hollis
Teen 4: Leon Riley
Teen 5: Reid Williams
Teen 6: Elliott Bardot
Teen 7: Miles Ford
Doctor 1: Finnegan Scott
Doctor 2: Aurora Tate
Experiment 1: Lazarus Gage
Experiment 2: Wesley Crom
Experiment 3: Julian Davis
Experiment 4: Darius Keller
Experiment 5: Linus Hark
Experiment 6: Lee Barrow
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Title:
Chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Chapter 1
The sounds of owls hooting and crickets chirping did nothing to muffle the sound of footsteps on dry grass as the group walked through the once lush field; their flashlights moving around and lighting the way.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way? I could’ve sworn we’ve passed that tree a few times already.” One of the tallers stated, nervously looking around. “I’m sure, Miles. It’s what the map says.” Another one said, reassuring them. “Are you absolutely sure, Elliott? Because you know how I feel about—“ “Could you two shut the fuck up?” The one with a face mask interjected, sighing in annoyance as he kept his eyes trained on the ground in front of him to avoid looking at the sky. “Sorry, Reid.” Elliott apologized after a moment of silence, glancing up at the sky and taking notice of the full moon in the sky. “I gotta remember to let him know when the moon’s out next time”Elliott thought to themself.
After about thirty more minutes of walking, the three of them saw their destination and their friends waiting for them beside it. “How was the walk, Reid? They try to kill each other again?” A girl with gray braids asked, chuckling a little bit as the three teens joined her and the others. “Almost,” Reid simply answered as he continued to keep his eyes trained on the ground. “Are you okay? Is it the moon?” A boy with blond bangs asked, tilting his head to the side, his voice muffled by his face mask. Reid nodded and moved so his head was resting against the wall of the building. “We should go inside now, it smells like it’s gonna rain soon.” A teen with a full-face mask said as they pointed towards the storm clouds that were beginning to fill the sky. “Who has the keys again?” The blond boy asked, looking at his friends. “I’m betting Miles lost them,” Elliott muttered as they fought a snicker. “Why the fuck would I lose the keys, bandage-boy!?” Miles asked angrily as he and Elliott began to butt-heads with each other, fully ready to start fighting right then and there. “Would you two quit that!?” A girl wearing all blue and white demanded as she smacked the two of them on the backs of their heads. “Sorry, Aphrodite…” Elliott and Miles muttered rubbing the backs of their heads as they glared at each other. “I have the keys, don’t worry.” The girl with gray braids said as she held up the small key ring she had taken out of her pocket. “I’m glad we gave you the keys, Dawn, otherwise Leon might have lost them.” The boy with blond bangs cheerfully said as he gently nudged the teen with the full-face mask (now known as Leon) next to him. Leon turned to look towards him and, even though no one could see their face, they gave him a “really?” look before turning away. “I’m not carrying you if your legs hurt, Mars.” Leon said, causing Mars to beg them to still carry him when his legs hurt.
While Mars was pleading with Leon, Dawn unlocked and opened the door to the abandoned home in front of them. Dawn lightly pushed the door and winced as it loudly creaked open. “Damn…does anybody have any WD-40 on them?” Aphrodite said once the door fully opened, making Dawn to giggle. Reid rolled his eyes and pushed past them so he could enter the abandoned building and get away from the moon. The others quickly followed him in and began to explore the home, some exploring the second floor and attic while others the ground floor. It was Elliott and Miles who went down to the basement hoping to find a torture dungeon, but when they got down the steps, there was only gardening tools and renovation stuff. Miles sighed disappointedly but continued to look around nonetheless. “Do you think that they killed anybody down here?” Elliott asked, hopefully, as they looked through the gardening tools. “Probably not, but it would be cool if it happened and we found the bodies by accident.” Miles chuckled as he looked around the back of the basement that had one or two large wooden squares leaned against one part of the wall. Unbeknownst to him, Elliott was sneaking up behind him and was planning to scare him. “Hey, Ell? Did you—“ Before he could finish his sentence, they both heard a large crash coming from next to the stairs which startled Elliott and they lost their footing, falling forwards just as Miles decided to turn around, causing the two of them to fall and break through the wood.
“Sorry! Reid fell!” Dawn called out as she walked down the basement steps, reassuring them that everything was okay. When she saw Elliott lying on top of Miles, their lips pressed against his in an accidental kiss, she paused. “Oh…are you guys okay?” Dawn hesitantly asked as Elliott pulled away from the accidental kiss, a look of shock on their face as Miles and them looked right at Dawn with flustered and embarrassed expressions before she spoke again. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” She said as she held in a snicker. When they heard the footsteps of the others nearing the basement stairs, Elliott and Miles quickly got up and stood far away from each other just as the others began to descend the stairs. “Did something happen?” Mars asked as he looked between Elliott and Miles, a confused look on his face as both of them answered “No” at the same time. “Okay…? Anyways, what happened to that wall?” Aphrodite asked as she gestured towards the broken wood with her head, unable to move her arms since she was carrying Reid on her back. Elliott and Miles looked behind them to see that the wood that was leaning against the wall had been covering a large metal door. “The hell…?” Elliott muttered as they got closer to the door and inspected it, seeing that strange symbols were etched into the door. “Can you open the door?” “I think I can.” After a quick moment of examining the door, Elliott took hold of the handle and used all of their strength to turn it before pushing it open to reveal another staircase. “More stairs?” Reid tiredly asked as he woke up before groaning and resting his head on Aphrodite’s shoulder in annoyance.
As they descended the dark and seemingly never ending staircase, they couldn’t help but wonder what would be at the bottom. Would there be a safe room? A torture room? A pile of dead bodies? But what they weren’t expecting was to see a blinding white hallway. “What…is this place?” Mars asked, confused. But after seeing the looks of shock and horror on Elliott and Miles’s faces, as well as hearing the scared gasp from Leon, they knew that this was anything but safe.
Chapter 2
The smell of rubbing alcohol and blood flooded his senses as his eyes fluttered open. He suppressed an annoyed groan as he sat up and tiredly rubbed his eyes, once again realizing that he was stuck in this hell-hole of a job. “Shit,” he sighed as he stood up and walked to his bathroom, ready to start his day. He shivered at the feeling of the cold air on his skin as he stripped off his clothes, glaring disgustedly at his chubby body in the mirror, but soon hummed in content as he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down the swell of his breasts and his stomach for a moment before he poured some shampoo onto his hands and began to wash his hair. After rinsing the shampoo out, he did his best to dry his hair off a bit before he put his conditioner in and put on a shower cap to avoid washing the soap out while he let it sink in. As he let his hair condition, he began to wash his body, making sure to wash himself throughly before he took off his shower cap and washed the conditioner out of his hair.
After getting out and drying off his hair a bit, he put curling cream in his hair and let it sit there as he dried off his body, making sure to put his towel into the hamper so he could wash it. After a small wait, he took out his hair dryer, put on an extension, and began to dry his hair a certain way so his curls would dry nicely. Once he was all dry, he began to get dressed, first putting on his chest binder, packer, and boxers before he put on his pants, undershirt, and button-up top. After tucking his shirts into his pants, he put on his jacket and tie before finally putting on his socks and shoes.
“Finally done,” he muttered to himself as he put on his glasses and left his room, walking to the break room so he could make breakfast before officially starting his work day. But sadly, his morning was ruined when his coworker walked in as he began drinking his coffee. “You look like shit, Bella.” His coworker said with a laugh, “I thought I told you to call me Finnegan, Aurora.” He reminded her with a glare, upset that she kept using his government name, even though he told her his preferred name multiple times. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Bella.” She scoffed, ignoring his request as she made herself a cup of coffee. When she sat down next to him, Finnegan got up and left with the excuse of wanting to get a head start on work. Finnegan sighed in annoyance when he left the break room, pissed off, but he decided to try and enjoy the day even though he had to deal with her all day. When he approached a set of metal doors, that were a stark contrast to the white walls and floors, he took out his key card and scanned it, allowing him to enter his sector and begin his work.
“Good morning, Lee.” Finnegan greeted the young boy with a smile, his smile widening as he saw how excited the young boy was when he entered the room. “Mr. Finn!” The boy excitedly shouted as he ran over to Finnegan and hugged his legs the best he could. Finnegan reached down and gently ruffled the boys hair before he picked him up and walked over to the small table and chairs that were fit for a toddler before setting the young boy down on one of the chairs and taking a seat across from him. “I’m just letting you know now that you will have to get a few shots today.” The young boy crossed his arms and pouted, not wanting to get another set of shots. “Don’t worry, Lee, after this you won’t have to get any more shots for a while.” He reassured the boy, smiling kindly at him. The boy instantly got excited and took off his jacket, ready to get the shots over with as fast as possible. Finnegan chuckled and left the room for a moment to get the shots before returning to the room with some gloves and the shots. “Do you want me to give you a countdown or are you okay this time?” Finnegan asked as he kneeled next to the young boy. “A countdown please, Mr. Finn.” Lee said with a cheerful smile as he held out his arm. “First one. Three, two, one,” Finnegan quietly spoke before gently jabbing Lee with the first needle and injecting it into him before taking it out. “Next one. Three, two, one,” he repeated, injecting him with the second needle before taking it out. “Last one. Three, two, one,” he quietly repeated before injecting him with the last needle. After he took the third needle out, he covered the small puncture wound with a princess band-aid. “There, all better. Now your arm is going to be sore for a bit but if you need any painkillers, just come to me.” Finnegan said as he stood up. “I have to go check on your siblings now but you’re free to go to the play room now.” He said before he left and walked down the hall to another room, but that room was empty, and so was the next, and the next, and the next. Finnegan let out a sigh as he knew where the other experiments had gone, Aurora had given them their shots then sent them away. But he knew that she never gave a shit about them. The day after she would give them their shots she would purposely hit their sore arm or do anything to cause them more pain because it made her feel more powerful.
As Finnegan walked towards the playroom, he thought about maybe transferring to a different lab but he hated the thought because then he would have to leave the experiments there behind and he hated the thought of that. He never wanted to hurt them or to experiment on them but if he didn’t then Aurora would report him to the board and he would either be killed or turned into an experiment himself, and he didn’t like either of those choices. So, he simply decided to deal with her until she eventually left the lab or got replaced by someone much better who didn’t abuse the experiments. But for now, that was only a dream.
When he arrived at the play room, he saw Lee and the other experiments hanging out together and having a good time, even if some didn’t look like it. So, after a moment, he opened the door and greeted them with a wave. When they heard the door open and saw that it was Finnegan who had entered the room, Lee and the second youngest experiment excitedly jumped up and ran over to him, hugging his legs. “Mr. Finny!” The two of them excitedly said at the same time, causing the two oldest experiments to smile slightly. “I saw those smiles, come here.” Finnegan said with a chuckle and a smile as, slowly yet surely, the other experiments walked over and joined the hug, enjoying a moment with the only father figure they’ve ever known. “I want to leave this job but it pays well…and if I leave I don’t know what Aurora’s going to do to them…” Finnegan thought to himself, savoring the moment with his “children” before he broke up the hug. “Now, who wants breakfast?” He asked, earning nods and cheers from the experiments.
Chapter 3
The sounds of gagging, coughing, and vomiting filled the dark stairwell as the teens entered the blinding white hallway that was now littered with the blood, shit, and piss of many bodies in different stages of decay. Some were bloated and swelling while others were so decayed that the skin had burst open in several places. The smell was awful and caused a one or two of the teens to vomit, adding to the already horrible smell.
“What the hell happened here!?” Dawn asked, holding her arm over her nose to try and drown out the smell. After a moment of everyone standing there in silent shock, Aphrodite began to walk forwards, wanting to get away from the smell of vomit. “You know what killed them?” Miles asked, following behind her. “I can’t tell yet, but whatever it was…” Aphrodite began, kneeling beside one of the bodies that had three large claw marks going across its chest. “It wasn’t human,” she said as she ghosted her fingers over the claw marks, trying to figure out if they were the cause of death or if it was something else that killed the person.
Just then, a rat ran out from behind the other teens, squeaking loudly as it ran past them and towards the bodies. Mars yelped as he tried to get away from the rat but ended up slipping on a puddle of piss and falling back onto a pile of shit with a loud squelch, making everyone cringe at the sound. “Ew ew ew!” Mars shrieked in disgust as he froze, not knowing what to do. Aphrodite stood up and walked over to him, holding her hand out for him. He took her hand and she pulled him up. “Are you okay?” She asked, waiting until he nodded before she reached into her bag and took out a clean change of clothes and handed it to him. “Here, you should probably just leave your shirt here.” She told him as she gave him a smile. He nodded and thanked her before he stepped to the side to change into his new clothes.
“Do we leave and get the cops?” Dawn asked, confused as to what they should do next. “We can’t. They’ll arrest us for destruction of property, trespassing, and some random crime that we didn’t even commit cause cops will always try and find a way to arrest you; even when you’re innocent.” Reid muttered as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, already having experienced first hand what corrupt cops were capable of. “Well, what do we do then?” Mars asked as he pulled up the hood of his hoodie, now fully dressed in his new clothes. “We keep exploring and try to find out what we can about what happened here.” Dawn said, her voice muffled, as she carefully stepped over the puddles of fluids and began to walk down the right hallway. Mars took Leon’s hand and followed Dawn, wanting to stick with her for now as Reid and Aphrodite began to walk down the left hallway to see what was going on down that way. That just left Miles and Elliott standing there in awkward silence, not knowing what to say to each other after what had happened earlier, so they just decided to walk down the middle hallway in silence.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, Elliott stopped and turned towards Miles, causing him to stop and look back at them. “You okay, Elli?” Miles asked as he gave Elliott a confused look. “We need to talk about what happened earlier.” As Elliott spoke, Miles couldn’t help but take notice of just how pretty they were. Their sun-kissed skin that was littered with scars of all sizes, their consistently messy brown hair, their large nose that had a small bump, their bushy brows, and their beautiful ocean blue eyes that he feared he would get lost in if he looked into them for too long. “Y-yeah, let’s talk about it.” He said, looking away as a light pink blush began to dust over his cheeks. Elliott wondered why he wasn’t making eye contact but when they saw that he was beginning to blush, they understood and began to laugh; covering their mouth with their hand to muffle their high pitched laugh. Miles looked up at them, concern flashing across his features as he began to panic. “Did they find out I like them? Do they not like me back? Are they laughing at me because of my feelings for them? Why are they laughing!?” He thought, worry filling him as his breathing began to quicken and his hands began to shook. Elliott took notice of this and walked up to him, taking his hands into their own; causing him to look up at them. “Everything okay?” They asked him. Miles shook his head as he pulled his hands away from theirs so he could wipe his tears away. “You know, you always try and hide it even though I can see right through it.” Elliott softly murmured as they cupped his face, their eyes never leaving his as they spoke. “Care to tell me what’s wrong? And don’t lie to me this time.” Elliott asked, their voice lowering as they spoke. Miles nervously gulped before he spoke. “I…I wanted to ask…Why were you laughing at me earlier? Do you hate me?” He sniffed, causing Elliott’s heart to drop. “No no no, Miles. I don’t hate you, I could never hate you.” Elliott reassured him as they hugged him, hoping to console him. “Are you sure you don’t hate me?” Miles softly asked. Elliott pulled back from the hug and gently cupped his face as they rested their forehead against his, staring at him with a loving gaze. “You are the best that has ever happened to me, Mi. I love you, so much, Miles.” Elliott said just before they leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Miles’ lips, catching him off guard for a moment before he kissed them back. Hoping that he could convey of his love for them through their kiss, they thankfully understood and smiled into the kiss. When they pulled away from the kiss to catch their breath, Miles smiled at Elliott and laughed nervously as he bashfully avoided their gaze. “You okay there, Mi?” Elliott questioned with a smug smirk, chuckling at how flustered he was. Miles nodded as he continued to avoid their gaze. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Mi.” Elliott said with a chuckle as they gently kissed his cheek before going back to walking down the hallway with Miles running to catch up with them and gently grabbing their hand; smiling happily at them as they continued down the hallway.
Chapter 4
Finnegan softly knocked on a door, only to be met with an irritated groan from the person inside. The door was painted black with red splotches that looked like blood, and centered on the middle of the door was the word “Redrum” in the same paint color as the red splotches. “Can you please open the door, Julian?” He asked as he gently knocked on the door again. With an annoyed sigh, the door opened and the boy on the other side of the door looked up at Finnegan with an annoyed expression on his face. “What?” Julian sneered, hoping that Finnegan would make his visit quick. “Good morning, Julian. I was hoping that you and I could have a quick chat this morning?” He said with a polite smile. “No.” Julian grunted, slamming the door in his face. Finnegan stood there in slight shock before he nodded to himself and walked away from Julian’s room, making his way to the second oldest’s room. The door was painted in a gradient pattern with orange on the top and yellow on the bottom, and centered on the middle of the door was the name “Wesley” that was painted with white paint.
Finnegan gently knocked on the door, waiting for a response. There was no response so Finnegan assumed they were sleeping and walked to the fifth room, the one before Lee’s room. The door was painted to look like the beginning of a sunrise with the moon and stars still out, and centered in the middle of the sun on the door was the name “Linus” that was painted with white paint. Finnegan once again knocked on the door, hoping that they would open the door this time. He heard the sound of movement coming from within the room before the door opened. “Good morning, Linus. May I come in please?” He politely asked. Linus nodded and stepped to the side, allowing him to enter their room. He thanked them and entered their room taking a seat at the table that was in the center of the room. “I apologize for being so straightforward, but it is necessary to work quickly today.” They nodded in understanding as they sat down at the table across from him. “We have to do a few tests today, but they’re just memory tests; nothing physical.” Finnegan explained as they nodded along. Linus reached behind themselves to grab a clipboard and pen for him. “Thank you, Linus.” He added, writing something down on the clipboard before speaking again. “I will quickly explain how this test works before we begin.” He told them as they nodded along. “I will ask you a series of questions that you will have to answer as honestly as you can or as best as you can remember.” He explained. He wrote something else down before he looked back up at them and began the test.
“What is your full name?” “Do you have or want to have a nickname?” “How old are you?” “What is your eye color?” “Do you wear glasses?” “How tall are you?” “What color is your hair?” “How long is your hair?” “What would you say is your taste in clothes?” “What is your favorite genre of music?” “Would you say that you are cautious or a daredevil?” “What are your good and bad habits?” “Do you have any hobbies?” “What is your deepest fear?” “What, in your opinion, is the worst thing that could happen to you?” “What is the best thing in your life?” “What is the worst thing in your life?” “Who is your favorite person or roll model?” “What is something you are reluctant to tell other people?” “What would you say your major flaws are?” “How do you feel about yourself?” “Would you say that you are selfish or selfless?” “Do you remember where you are from?” “Are you able to describe your family?” “How would you finish the sentence: “I feel my happiest when I…”” “What is your definition of a perfect day?” “Do you have any secrets?” “How would you finish the sentence: “I will never leave my house without…”” “Are you able to describe your favorite memory?” “Have you ever felt any of these emotions? Sonder: . Opia: . Monachopsis: . Kenopsia: .” “Do you do any of the following actions when you are nervous: Biting or licking your lips, tapping your fingers, rubbing or fidgeting with your hands, pacing, rambling, tapping your foot, stuttering or repeating yourself, rocking in place, adjusting your clothing, messing with your hair (ex: twirling it or running your hands through it), scratching yourself, touching your face, laughing in a nervous tone, bouncing your leg, humming, avoiding eye contact, grinding or clenching your jaw, cracking your knuckles, or biting things?” “Do you happen to know if you have any mental illnesses, and if so, what mental illnesses do you have?”
Finnegan’s day was spent interviewing each of the experiments individually, asking them the same questions he had asked Linus. All of the experiments had both different and similar answers to the questions he had asked them.
When the day had finally come to an end, Finnegan groggily walked back to his bedroom but stopped in his tracks when he saw a familiar figure run around the corner. “Edgar!” Finnegan hollered as he began to chase after the figure, his breathing ragged and uneven as he tried to keep up with them. “Edgar! Wait! Please don’t go!” He pleaded as he continued to chase after the figure, paying no mind to the “Restricted Area.” and “Turn Back Now.” signs that littered the doors he rushed through without a second thought. When the figure abruptly stopped and stood at the very edge of a seemingly bottomless pit, Finnegan stopped a few feet behind it; terrified of what it might try to do. “Why did you leave us?” The figure asked, turning its head slightly so it could look back at him. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to! This wasn’t what I wanted!” He cried, hoping that the figure would accept his apology. “If I knew… If someone had told me the plan… You know that I would have done things differently, right?” he wept, trying to calm his raspy breathing, before continuing to speak. “You meant the world to me, Edgar…” He confessed as he eyed the figure with a gloomy and anguished look on his face. “I regret everything. All of it. You. Me. What we did…” He whimpered, attempting to blink the tears out of his eyes, as the figure turned around and faced him; its eyes boring directly into his soul. “I am so sorry for what happened that day and I know that it’s all my fault… But please! You have to let me make things right!” He begged as he slowly began to inch towards the figure, trying to make it step away from the edge of the pit and walk towards him. “Please,” he breathed. “Let me try and make things right this time.”
Upon hearing his words, the figure gave him a smile and waved goodbye just before it let itself fall backwards towards the dark pit behind it. Finnegan rushed towards the figure as fast as he could to try and save it, but was only able to graze his fingers against its shirt before it fell to its death.
“NO! EDGAR! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE AGAIN!” Finnegan screamed as he shot up in his bed and looked around his bedroom; scared and hoping the figure would be there. Once he realized that there was no one else in his bedroom except himself, he began to take slow and controlled breaths in hopes of calming his racing heart. After taking a few deep and shaky breaths, he reached over and grabbed the cup of water on his bedside table; downing it all in one go in hopes that it would help calm him down. “He wasn’t real, Finn. It was just a dream… Just another dream…” He mumbled under his breath, wiping away the tears that he had cried when he was dreaming.
Chapter 5
The intense, putrid smell of rotting flesh and bodily fluids invaded Reid and Aphrodite’s noses; causing them to gag from how foul and rank the lab smelled. “Derr`mo, eto piz`dets.” Reid muttered under his breath. “I knew that it smelled bad, but I didn’t realize it was THAT bad.” Aphrodite chuckled. “Verpiss dich, du verdammter Hodengoblin. Otva`li, mu`dak, b`lyad!” Reid snapped as he shot her a glare. He didn’t actually mean what he had said, but the smell and the endless white hallways were getting to him and it was making him angry. “Shit. Guess it really IS that bad if it’s making you swear in BOTH your native tongues.” She laughed as she teasingly nudged him. “Fuck.” She cursed as her glasses fell off her face, being saved from breaking on the floor by the chain around her neck. “Guess your glasses hate you, ‘Dite.” Reid laughed as she flipped him off. Aphrodite scoffed as she put her glasses back on, but stopped when she saw that her lenses were smudged. “Shit!” She cursed again as she took out the cleaning cloth for her glasses and began to clean her glasses while Reid teased her about her glasses “hating her”.
She put her glasses on after a minute or two of cleaning them and pushed them up with her knuckle; letting out a breath of relief once she secured them back in place. “Ready to get going now, four eyes.” Reid teased, continuing to walk down the hallway. “If you pass out, I’m not catching you. I’ll just let you fall in a puddle of piss and watery shit.” She quipped as she walked past him. “You love me, ‘Dite.” He teased as he caught up with her. “Sometimes I don’t,” she murmured, not meaning what she had said. “Could y’all shut the fuck up? Some of us are trying to figure out what the fuck happened here.” A familiar voice sneered, causing the two of them to turn around. “Elliott! Miles!” Aphrodite greeted them as they walked over to her and Reid. “What did you guys find?” Reid asked them. “Eh, nothing much. Just a shit ton of shit, piss, blood, and more dead people.” Elliott told them with a shrug; not paying much attention and looking around the hallway instead. “It might just be me, but do any of you guys feel like you’re being watched?” Reid asked, speaking in a low voice.
After a few quiet moments, where the only sound was the slight rustling of clothing as they looked around the hallway they were in, Miles and Elliott shook their heads and said they hadn’t felt anything like that the entire time they had been in the lab. For a moment, Reid felt like he was crazy and going insane until Aphrodite spoke up. “I’m so fucking glad that I’m not the only one who feels like they’re being watched. I felt like I was going fucking crazy.” She admitted, the relief evident in her voice. “WHO or WHAT the hell do you think is watching us then?” Reid questioned. “It might the person who killed all these people,” Aphrodite guessed with a shrug. “It’s probably not that. It’s most likely an animal.” Elliott rationalized. “Or it could be the THING that killed them.” She theorized, earning a strange stare from Miles. “What are you—“ Miles began, still confused, before he was interrupted. “No no. ‘Dite’s right. The thing that killed these people most definitely ISN’T human.” Reid told them. “Well…if it isn’t human, then what is it?” A voice behind them asked, causing the four of them to turn around and see who was behind them. “Well? Aren’t you guys gonna answer our question?” Dawn asked. “We’re still trying to figure that out for ourselves…” Reid muttered. “Well that’s just great!” Elliott sarcastically groaned as they crossed their arms. Miles gave them a quick look before they turned their attention back towards Mars and Leon who had just walked over and smiled at the two of them.
IDEAS FOR CHAPTER 5:
The chapter mainly focuses on the teens trying to find out what killed all the scientists and experiments in the abandoned lab they found
There is going to be a FUCK TON of gore and horror in this chapter
Reid and Aphrodite spend more time together and get most of the attention this chapter
Dawn and Aphrodite are going to fall in love while Reid is just vibing obliviously in the background
Chapter 6
Finnegan sighed as he entered the break room, bracing himself for a possible interaction with Aurora again, but the break room was empty…it was strange… But Finnegan thought nothing of it, happy to have a moment away from Aurora’s constant criticism. And after a few minutes of relaxation, he decided to get back to work and made his way back to the hall where the experiments rooms were, walking further down the hall to get to two rooms he hadn’t been to before. The room on the left had five name plates while the room on the right had three name plates, meaning that these rooms were meant to hold the more dangerous experiments.
With an anxious sigh, Finnegan entered the door code and stepped into the room. The first thing he saw was a young boy who looked to be no older than sixteen but he was much taller than the average sixteen year old, he looked to be about 6’7. The boy’s appearance was mostly normal but was also strange; he had shaggy strawberry blond hair, soft orange eyes, a sad pouty frown, soft pale skin, small white horns just barely peaking through his hair, small fluffy white wings, and a long thin “devil” tail that swished nervously behind him. Finnegan didn’t have much time to dwell on the boys appearance because the other three people walked into the room from their bedrooms. The first person who Finnegan laid eyes on was even taller and towered the first boy at 7’2 and looked even stranger and younger than the first boy. Xe had fluffy pink and white hair that just barely covered it’s eyes, mean pink and green eyes, a passive aggressive smile, soft rosy cheeks, rough olive skin, large purple horns that peaked through it’s hair, and a long thin “devil” tail that swished aggressively behind them. Finnegan looked at them with slight fear but looked away from them and to the next person, who was much shorter, younger, and kind looking than the first two. She had long shaggy pink hair, kind purple and blue eyes, soft light tan skin, what looked to be cat or fox ears underneath their hat, and two fluffy cat tails that swished curiously behind it. The next person looked to be the same age and height as the previous girl but looked to be slightly taller than them. He had wild brown and blonde hair, sweet silver eyes, pointy cream-colored devil horns that contrasted with their dark brown hair, and a long cream-colored “devil” tail that held her book.
The four experiments looked at Finnegan with mixed expressions, mainly hostility and confusion, which made Finnegan want to turn back but he didn’t because he knew that these kids weren’t bad kids, they were just in a bad place. “Hello. I haven’t had the chance to greet you all yet, what are your names?” Finnegan asked the older experiments. The boy with shaggy strawberry blonde hair spoke first “Archie.” He kept his response short, already taking a dislike to Finnegan. Soon everyone had introduced themselves and Finnegan nodded as he tried to figure out what to say to them. “Why are you even here?” It seemed like Xenos, the experiment with the two cat tails, decided to talk first. “Uh, I just-“ He began before Archie cut him off, “he’s obviously here to test on us again..” Archie’s voice was quiet and soft as it looked down at the floor to avoid looking at Finnegan. “No, actually. I’m just here to ask you all some questions…if that’s alright with you all?” He didn’t want to overstep their boundaries but what the company had forced him to do before crossed those lines many times. After a few moments of tense silence, Xenos nodded and took a seat at the table in the middle of the room. “Well, why not? It’s better than being tested on again.” Vale (the one with the “devil” tail) nodded and took a seat as well; Archie doing the same after a moment. When all the questions had been asked and the answers had been written down, Finnegan stood up and made to leave when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “I don’t know why you came here to ask those questions but if you ever think about doing anything to the others I’ll rip your skin off and make you eat it.” Vale threatened, squeezing his shoulder so tight that it began to hurt. “I promise that I’ll never do anything to hurt them or you,” Finnegan promised as he tried not to wince in pain. That seemed to be enough since Vale let go of his shoulder and let him leave the room.
Once out of the room, Finn let out a sigh of relief and took one last look at the room before leaving the hallway to go back to the break room for dinner. He hoped that he would not have to run into Aurora again today but alas, she had entered the break room at the same time he had. “Well well, look who it is. Surprised to see you haven’t keeled over yet, Bella.” Finn scoffed and went to grab one of the TV dinners from the freezer the company had supplied for them (he would rather eat pig shit than those meals for another year). “Say, what was your little fit the other night? You woke everyone up with that “Edgar” bullshit.” He had to clench his jaw to keep from snapping at her but took a deep breath to calm down and tried to ignore her again.
IDEAS FOR CHAPTER 6:
Finnegan spends more time with the older experiments
We delve into why Finnegan is working at the lab
We see how the experiments were captured and made
We see more conflict between Aurora and Finnegan
The older experiments (the ones who have an unknown age) get some screen time
I JUST OFFICIALLYYY FINISHED WRITING ALL MY WIPSS !!!!!
my toxic trait is that i have some fics finished from last week, but i refuse to post them until everything in my drafts is finished </3 an incoming fic dump will happen very soon!
