#kiriam

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🍒 dark tracy/malia (stepsisters au)

Tracy finally gets the chance to meet her older step-sister, but their kind of bonding doesn’t turn out as Tracy expected.

💀 liam kidnapped (dark thiam au)

Liam tries to spice up his sex taste and contacts someone to come to his place and live out some of his suggestions, but someone else shows up, and Liam only realizes when it’s too late

🥀 the monster in me loves the monster in you (prequel) kira/liam

The before Theo gets in the picture. How Kira and Liam met and fell in love (and got crazy lol)

😈 you got a fetish for my love (age gap) thiam

Liam has a crush on his brother’s best friend. The problem? Liam had just graduated from high school. His crush? He was 10 years older than him

So this is love?

Kira had faced up against Dread Doctors, Skinwalkers, hell even Malia for the last slice of pizza but nothing could prepare her for the sheer chaos that was Fortnite. “You’re sure this is fun?” She asked, sitting cross legged on her boyfriend’s bed, controller in hands. The TV glowed with the colours from the games colourful lobby, some upbeat song playing from the speakers. Now don’t get her wrong she had gamed before but nothing like this. The kitsune liked the soft relaxing games like Animal Crossing and Minecraft but she liked seeing Liam happy and if learning to play the wolves favourite game made him happy so be it. Besides it’s a game, how hard can it really be?

the monster in me loves the monster in you by me! (rated: E)

Theo Raeken has something special—not to himself; no, he’s just a simple guy in a quiet, unremarkable town. Not to Liam Dunbar and Kira Yukimura, though. To them, Theo is special; magical. And they have to have him, one way or another. Theo will end up liking it; after all, he won’t have a choice.

tagged by @6lytherinn and @royal-callahxn (thank you lovelies 🥹♥️)

(THIS IS A DRAFT, SO PLEASE, BE NICE)

Mentions of Blood and Violence; Mental Health Issues; Hint of Masochism; Dark Fic

Kira was somewhat bored at the bar, with her aconite-infused whiskey in hand, sipping here and there in a solitary booth to at least manage a little amusement, since she couldn’t really get drunk like the humans. It was a bar full of supernatural creatures; everyone there knew the trick, and that was precisely why they were there. Normal bars wouldn’t be of any use to people like Kira.

It wasn’t the only bar the girl knew, but she liked that one in particular; there were several good-looking boys and girls with whom she enjoyed having fun once in a while. Perhaps other people found her life rather monotonous, and even she thought so when she watched the night sky and gazed at the stars from her bedroom window, a cigarette dangling from her lips, the thoughts of a lonely girl running wild, especially when she was most vulnerable.

She felt conflicted when she thought about it; it was kind of depressing and ridiculous for Kira, who didn’t like feeling like a silly, fragile girl at any time. That would only bring her back to her deplorable situation in the asylum years ago, and she didn’t need that painful, destructive feeling back in her chest, ruining her life. She wanted control, the pleasurable feelings of life. To be in charge, to feel, to inflict pain and receive adoration. She could have a monotonous life, flings here and there, work, going out and exploring. She didn’t want any pack, even though she knew how the rules worked and that her packmates were nearby, too scared to leave her, fearing what might happen if Kira found them. The girl had a reputation and blood on her hands; no one wanted to go against her word. She had no mercy or hesitation. If she wanted someone dead, that someone would be dead. After all, she was still an Alpha; she had her worth, status, and power. She wouldn’t let anyone take that away from her, no matter the circumstances.

So that was it. A monotonous life, sometimes good, sometimes depressing and lonely, but Kira even liked the mix. Maybe she was a bit masochistic, but so what? Life was as she knew it, as she wanted it to be. Pleasurable and painful. She liked that combination.

A beautiful girl with strawberry blonde hair was sipping a drink two tables ahead, lips full and red, and incredible legs. Kira was wondering how they would look around her hips, until her eyes fell on a different girl, who seemed to have just arrived. She was incredibly beautiful, just as much as the other woman she was eyeing. Dark hair, striking features, a loose, sexy dress. Why not admire her? Kira liked how she always met beautiful people at that bar.

This time, however, Kira felt something pinching her chest, as if her vital organ was being pulled by something, or someone. This drew her attention back to herself, the pretty girl forgotten in seconds. Kira paused and focused on breathing. Slowly. But suddenly, there was a lot of noise around her and her heart was beating excessively. And it hurts.

Kira stood up, drawing the attention of several people because of how disoriented she seemed, stumbling and unable to hear anything but her heart pounding, as if she were close to having a heart attack. She felt a strong grip on her arms, holding her, keeping her feet on the ground, as if they were gravity itself. She heard his voice, and then saw bright blue eyes, until, a few seconds later, things in her mind began to return to normal. She could finally see her savior.

Kira saw him. He saw her. Her breath was stolen by the moment. Her heart synchronized with that of the stranger before her. She realized things weren’t that different with him. The guy felt the same way, Kira could see it in his expression. But it was quick. He let go of her like she was disgusting goo, dropping her there, almost falling on her own feet.

visual prompt, day 5: rarepairs

contribution to @liamdunbarsappreciation

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess and @johnsotherbastard 💚

the monster in me loves the monster in you

Implied Violence; Implied Dom/Sub; Dark Romance

“You should have kept your pretty mouth shut,” Kira whispered as she carefully examined Theo’s purple neck.

He was quiet now, lying in bed and expressionless, as if his mind were disconnected from his body. His face was wet, though, as were the sleeves of his new sweatshirt. He took a shower, as she demanded, but he was unreachable at that moment, his eyes never meeting hers. He didn’t resist her touch—not after he’d initially pulled back, Kira’s only sign that Theo still cared about himself. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you, Teddy, I really don’t. But you’re such a tease. You know how to get under my skin. Challenge me. Very clever.” Kira grabbed Theo by the collar of his sweatshirt, startling him by pulling him out of bed so suddenly. Her eyes met his, which were now wide. “Yes, Teddy, you’re mine. So does Liam. He’s just more obedient, something you’ll learn soon enough. I’ll let you see him after we eat, since you miss him so much.”

Theo pushed Kira’s hands away, his heart pounding in his sore throat. “How do you know what I feel?” It wasn’t like he actually missed Liam, he just seemed more like... the lunatic pervert type than the actual murderer type—although he had threatened to choke Theo before Kira showed up, Kira didn’t seem like the type to just threaten. Liam was… too turned on the night before, watching him completely submissive to him and Kira. It wasn't ideal, but at least Liam wasn’t causing him pain. However, he had caused something else. Something Theo was refusing to accept.

tagged by @fruchtfliege @haven-of-dusk @mmoosen @diaphanous-anchor @ksbbb @hemlocksandfoxgloves and @thiamsalpha (thank u 💚)

Dark Fic; Violence; Blood

Liam followed Kira’s intoxicating, enticing scent to their bedroom, a wide, eager smile plastered on his face at no one other than himself and the pictures on the walls. He was so happy.

The smell of his beautiful beloved was always sweet, like a nice perfume or chocolate cake. It made you want to follow it just so you wouldn’t lose it, it made you want more and more; get lost in it, pull it inside you, eat it as if it were your favorite food, breathe it in forever and ever...

It was how Liam felt about Kira. He always wanted more. Everything. Whatever she wanted to give him. Losing her wasn’t an option. Liam would be useless without her. His life would be a waste of time. So he knew that even if he picked up Kira’s anger from meters away, spreading through the halls and suffocating him like a hand around his neck, Liam would have no choice but to accept whatever the situation offered him.

It wasn’t like he hated it anyway. Kira made him bleed, beg, scream—and Liam loved it. The way she grabbed him, pulled his hair, marked his body with her beautiful claws and fangs, cleaned his blood with her mouth, claimed him as hers… It was all so fucking worth it. Liam would break his entire body for Kira without thinking twice.

“My love,” he greeted politely, standing in the doorway, and leaned forward when the girl raised an eyebrow. She was sitting on the bed, and although all relaxed and comfortable, her features said the opposite. Liam’s heart skipped a beat. “Is something wrong?”

Kira got up and straightened her dress. She was beautiful as always. That’s what he had told her earlier, before seeing her walk out their door with mysterious plans hovering between the two of them.

Now he knew his plans were to bring Theo to him. A gift. She even wrapped him with bubble wrap and bows. The ball gag Kira had placed on his mouth was still in his jeans pocket. Theo didn’t know it yet, but it looked good on him. He would learn to accept the compliments eventually.

“Do you know what’s wrong, Liam?” Kira asked, now closer, her hands grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Liam didn’t dare interrupt her or even move, he knew well what his girlfriend was capable of. Especially angry. “Could you hold that fucking dick of yours for a minute? I know that having Theo with us after all the waiting is exciting and fervent, I can feel that too, but he needs some lessons first. He doesn’t know how to behave and almost disfigured your face. Now is not his time, Liam.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Liam stuttered. “I wasn’t expecting it, I couldn’t—”

“You couldn’t control yourself?” Kira pushed Liam’s body against the wall, pressing, hands in fists pushing his chest. “Keep it in your pants or I’ll make you. Understood?”

Liam gasped, feeling her claws dig into his shirt and poke his nipples through the fabric, the smell of blood clinging to his nostrils. He knew that Kira had done it on purpose. To provoke him. But he wouldn’t fall into her trap, Liam had learned the lessons Theo was about to learn long before. However, a little pain and blood could still make a man hard—he wasn’t. Not yet. But he still felt that known pang in his dick, and there was a smile threatening to show, so Liam knew that Kira would pick everything in a second.

Even so, his answer was a determined ‘yes’, his eyes glued to hers. Kira smiled satisfied and released him, stroking his cheek. “My good boy.”

tagged by the lovely @honestlydarkprincess 🩷💙

Kidnapping; Dubious-Con; Dark Fic

“Oh, you don’t know how much we’ve waited for this, Teddy,” Liam murmured, his nose pressed into Theo’s neck, voice muffled, fangs brushing against his skin, goosebumps rising from all those intimate touches. Theo swallowed every moan. He wouldn’t give Liam any satisfaction—even if the forced caresses bordered on pleasurable.

Theo couldn’t remember the last time he had been touched—loved—by another person. It felt good, enticing. He wanted to lean into the touch and feel the desire this stranger was giving to him freely, and do exactly what Kira asked him to do. But that was insanity, thoughts of a lonely man who had nothing or no one but his own hand in his room (maybe a toy or two) for who knew how long. It was a normal and stupid response from his body, Theo was not going to bow down to two psychopaths.

Well, he was tied up in God knows where, a dark room that didn’t bring any feeling of comfort, if Liam or Kira wanted to do something to him, Theo didn’t have much of a choice. Maybe not even if he was free of any restraints. Liam was... What the fuck was that? The blue of his eyes was intense, bright and... inhuman. It wasn’t the same shade of blue that Theo had met when he first looked into his eyes. Liam’s teeth had become fangs, ones that could destroy him with just a few bites, and his face was not the same anymore. It was strange.

Liam was a monster.

A monster that was rubbing his semi-erection on Theo’s groin and licking his neck, claws tearing at Theo’s dirty pajama shirt. Theo was trying very hard to hate all of it.

“This isn’t what we’re supposed to be doing, Li,” Kira interrupted and pulled Liam behind her, examining Theo closely with a smirk. “This body really is something else, isn’t it? What a healthy little boy. I guess I can understand my boyfriend’s excitement, but you’re not here to be fucked. Not yet.” Kira cupped his face with one hand. “You want it, don’t you? I can smell it on you. You’ll be ready soon, Theo. Now...”

Kira extracted her claws and Theo jumped when Kira’s dark eyes transitioned to crimson red. It was clear that the woman was a monster, too. Her beautiful face didn’t need to be disfigured like Liam’s for Theo to get who his kidnappers were.