#he got it straight from killer's mouth and breath

[ddejavvu]

wait your new hotch blurb got me thinking what about they got secretly married and everyone knows that hotch is married they just don’t know it’s to bau!reader because he seemed very genuine in the wanting privacy so (after complaining) they respected that, and maybe one of the team members sees hotch and bau!reader kissing in the hallway of a hotel or something and confront him about cheating on his wife

"How could you cheat on your wife?"

Penelope's harsh, degrading accusation hits Aaron directly in the chest, through the layers of stoicism that he's come to forge over the years of working in criminal investigation and straight to his heart.

All Hotch can manage is a, "What?", and Penelope's eyes dim further.

"Don't do that, Hotch. I saw you. I saw you and Y/N kissing in your office. How could you do that to your wife?"

She looks so crestfallen that Aaron's chest actually aches, so unprepared to see the famously bubbly Penelope Garcia close to tears. Close to tears because of him, no less.

Aaron might have chosen his words more carefully if he hadn't been so startled by Penelope's unusual devastation, but his jumbled brain forgoes its job and his mouth takes over, uttering the thoughtless statement, "That's- that's what she's there for."

And in his mind, it's true, if not the complete truth. You are there for him to kiss, you're there to be kissed and loved and appreciated and cherished, but he's momentarily forgotten that Penelope doesn't know that you and his mystery wife are the same person, and his words so easily warp into possessiveness and disregard.

Her face contorts into a mixture of disgust and rage that could take out a serial killer, and he seriously considers recruiting her as Chief Lecturer of the BAU, "Hotch? How- how could you say that? That your wife is just- just some thing to wait on you while you run off with someone else? You- Aaron, I can't believe you, I thought you were better than that!"

She tries storming away, tears budding in her eyes but Aaron catches her elbow, ignoring the way she flails and squirms at his touch.

"Let go of me!" She tearily demands, but he grabs her by the other arm now, holding both of her shoulders.

"No, Penelope, listen-" He tries, reminding himself to send her to Derek later for a self-defense lesson, because the weak shoves that she's pushing at his chest with do very little.

"No! No, I'm tired of listening to men," She shrieks, "You were supposed to be better than that, Aaron! I trusted you, you were supposed to be the kind of man that I could admire, and- but you're not! You're just like the rest of them, you're some egotistical, possessive, heavy-handed, domineering son of a-!"

"Y/N is my wife." Aaron cuts her off, his voice slightly raised, but not harsh. Never harsh, not to the sniffling mess of ruffles and glitter in his arms that handed him her resume on pink stationary all those years ago.

She falls silent, finally, but her lips still tremble. Aaron squeezes her arms tighter, not rough but comforting, "Y/N is my wife. We married privately late last year. We kept it secret for safety reasons, but I'll admit we didn't need to hide it from all of you. I was not cheating on my wife, I would never-" He thinks momentarily of Haley, of the gut-wrenching sound of her cell phone ringing with a call she wasn't brave enough to answer in front of him, "I would never do that to Y/N."

It's a lot of new information to process, and Aaron grants Penelope all the time she needs to work through it. When her red-stained lips part again she breathes, "You married Y/N?"

"I did." Aaron nods, and though it's not the time to smile, he can't help that a ghostly one flits over his features at the mere thought of the day he'd married you, "I'll show you pictures when we're done here. Penelope, you can trust me. I don't blame you for accusing me- in fact, I'm glad that you did. I'm glad that your loyalty isn't blind. But Y/N is my wife, and that's why I kissed her."

A very wobbly, "Oh." Is all that Penelope can manage, and she sniffles again, staring at his tie rather than his face as he holds her steady in the hallway. He's glad that they've both shown up early for the day, but you're due to return with coffee for the three of you any minute now, and he offers her his pocket square to wipe beneath her eyes.

"You said-" She chokes out sheepishly, voice unsteady as she smears the tears off of her cheeks, "You said you have pictures?"

That's how you find them when you return, seated on the couch in his office peering down at his phone. You have to set the tray you'd been carrying down on Aaron's desktop before you can properly greet either of them, but you're immediately alarmed by the tears streaked over Garcia's cheeks when she stands to face you.

"You-" She starts, not giving you a second to speak, "-are a rat! You got married," She gushes, and Aaron chuckles deeply from beside her, standing and pocketing his phone.

"You got married to our boss, and you told me nothing," She hisses, but slumps so easily into your chest for a hug that you're more than willing to give her.

"I'm sorry, Penny," You gush, squeezing her tight, "We just- we were worried about safety. The more people we told, the more dangerous it would become, so we didn't share it with anyone. But- but we should have told the team, I know."

She sniffles and you draw back to pick up her drink from behind you, sugary and pink and topped with a thick layer of whipped cream, "I got you a drink. Forgive me?"

"Reluctantly," She tries scowling, but she's never been very good at it. She takes the drink from you huffily, jamming the straw inside and taking a drag at the thick liquid. It's barely nine in the morning, far too early for the concoction she's sipping, but she nods after she draws back from the straw.

"This is delicious," She decides, "And you two are traitors, and I'm telling everyone about this."

"You should," Aaron laughs, stepping up behind you to press his shoulder to your own. It's comforting just having him there, and you relax against him as Penelope takes her leave.

"I mean it," She warns, wiping another stray tear from her cheek and sipping at her strawberry drink, "I'm telling everyone. I'm- I'm gonna hire some guy to fly a plane over the city, and the banner is gonna say, 'Y//N Y/L/N and Aaron Hotchner got married without me'."

"That's fair," You nod, not bothering to bite back a grin as she lingers in the doorway of Aaron's office.

"And so help me god," She narrows her eyes at you, once more falling just short of intimidating, "If you try to take some extended-sick-leave time, and I find out you're hiding a pregnancy from me? No amount of frappuccinos in the world will make up for it!"

"Noted," You call out as she leaves, and Aaron's hand comes up to press against the near-indiscernible bulge of your belly before the door even clicks shut.

"She's good." Aaron observes, and you reach for your own non-caffeinated drink with a grin that's hard to drink through.

"Let's tell her about the baby at lunch," You propose, "I think she's more than earned a secret to keep."

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[yeonzzzn]

wanna be the sequel: sim jaeyun

part two of chilling & killing 🔪 | spotify playlist

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 11.6k

synopsis: you decide to keep jake’s secret of him being the mysterious ghost face killer, always taking up for him and playing dumb to the cases. but as jake’s love for you starts to overpower him and blurs his lines, his killer instinct reaches new heights.

genre: situationship, ghostface!jake, journalist!reader, smut.

warnings: swearing, jake is fucking insane, blood & m*rder, reader has a dream of being k!lled, knife play, fingering, oral (m. rec), cum eating, multiple unprotective sex scenes, one public sex scene bc jake got jealous, reader gets fucked against a mirror, reader gets cut at some point, if I missed everything please let me know!

His smirk sent chills down your spine as he buried himself deep within you, one hand was on your neck and the other squeezed the plush of your thighs. His thrusts were rough and relentless, that evil smirk growing wider and wider as the clock ticked along. 

“I’ve dreamt of this,” he cooed, cock twitching against your walls, “Fucking you to death, it’s so hot.” 

His hand left your thigh, and where it went, you had no idea. You just knew his thrusts were now sloppy and his cum was filling you whole. 

“Hmmm, so pretty,” he cooed again, breathing hard after his release, an unbearable amount of pain now being felt at your side, “So pretty with how you bleed out for me.” 

You looked to your left, seeing his knife pushed between your skin and your blood gushing onto the handle, his hand, and the floor. 

You gasped for air, tears swelling your eyes as you looked up at him, begging for him to stop.  

“Awe, sweet baby,” he slowly pulls the knife out of your side, bringing it up to his face, “Your blood is pretty too, everything about you is so pretty.” 

You tried to pull yourself up, to throw him off you, but your body weighed millions, arms like lead. 

He presses the tip of his knife to your bare chest, aiming right atop your heart, “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to kill you, feeling your blood on my hands,” he slowly pushed the knife in, and your gasps came in a rush and slowly dragged. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Sweet honey, so pretty even when you’re dying.” 

He laughs. You blinked at him as the tears fell down your cheeks, taking one final breath and everything turning black. 

You shot straight up in your bed, hands reaching for your chest and side, not feeling the wounds. It was just a dream…just a dream. 

Sweat droplets slid down your face and you wiped them away with the back of your hands. The cool air of your apartment helped cool you off from the dream. Creating goosebumps on your skin. 

The dream. Where was Jake?

You looked to your left, seeing his side of the bed empty, “Jake?” you called out, your heart racing faster, “Jaeyun?” 

You glanced at the chair in the corner of the room, seeing his duffle bag still there, the ghost face mask hanging from the top of the chair, staring directly back at you. His side of the bed was cold, proving he’d been gone for a while, “Jake?” you called out again, the silence was starting to make you go crazy, crazier than you already were for homing a serial killer. 

You had feelings for him, despite everything he has done and will do. You wanted to fix him, praying that having him by your side twenty-four-seven was doing the trick, even if it was a little at a time. 

But you started to panic, slowly starting to crawl out of bed when your bedroom door opened and your heart stopped. 

“You called for me, honey?” Jake asked with a quart of cherry vanilla-swirled ice cream in his hands and a spoon hanging from his mouth. You stared at him, not knowing what to make of this. He looks down at the quart in his hands and back up at you, “I was craving a late-night snack.” 

How was the man in front of you a serial killer? How was he clinically insane and batshit crazy, but craved ice cream? Being so soft and gentle at this moment. You’d never guessed he’d murdered so many people. 

Jake pulled the spoon from his mouth and reached it back into the quart, “Want some?” 

You shrugged but nodded, might as well right? 

With a cute smile on his face, he sits down on the bed in front of you and scoops up the creamy goodness, and holds it to your mouth, “Say ah!” 

You let him feed you, feeling your heartwarming by how cute he was right now. How…angelic he was. Jake’s happy expression quickly changes to a concerned one, “Honey, what’s wrong?” He sat the ice cream down on the nightstand table and placed his cold hands on your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears you didn’t realize were still there, “talk to me.” 

You didn’t know how to tell him you dreamed of him killing you. Mostly when nearly two months ago he was so willing to slice your throat open on your kitchen floor. “It was just a bad dream.” 

Jake pouts, “My sweet baby,” he lays down beside you and pulls you to his chest, cuddling you close to him, “I’m sorry, want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head, wrapping your arm around his waist, “I just want to be close to you, it’s helping. I promise.” 

Jake pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what you dreamt of. The look on your face gave it away. Jake expected it, honestly. He almost killed you, so you have a very valid reason for having such horrid dreams as that. Jake couldn’t lie, he wanted nothing more than to slice his knife across certain parts of your body to watch you bleed, but not kill you. How could he kill the love of his life?

He held you close, listening to the sound of your breathing and how it slowed down as you drifted back off to sleep. He slowly traced his thumb up and down your back, his eyes locking onto his mask hanging from the chair, and a smirk spread on his lips. 

It was almost time. 

—

You leaned against the table, crossing your arms and staring at the corkboard. Eyes tracing along the red thread that connected each murder case. The murder cases against Ghost Face…against Jake. You mindlessly kept your eyes tracing, acting like you were busy trying to figure it out, acting like you normally would on any other day. It’s been a rough couple of months of lying to the rest of your club, that’s for sure. How did Jake do it this whole time? 

“YN!!” You whip your head around to the new recruit of the club, seeing her bright cute smile as she walks up to you, and then look at the board, “You’ve been staring for a while, find any new clues?” 

Danielle Marsh, a freshman and such a sweet girl who came from Australia on a journalism scholarship and has the brains—and the grades—to make it big one day. She is just as invested in the Ghost Face murders almost as much as you were. Lying to such a sweet soul every day was heartbreaking. 

“Nope, not yet? Dani,” you said with a fake sigh, looking back at the board, “Nothing new.” 

“Well darn!” her cute Aussie accent puffed, “I’ve also been staring at this all day, and going through your old journals and notes about the cases to get a brighter idea, but nothing.” 

You thinned your lips to a line and looked down to the floor, “It’s rough out here.” 

It was silent in the club room until the doors opened, both you and Danielle looking to see Jake walking in with a bag, “I brought lunch!” 

Danielle clapped her hands, rushing to Jake and taking the bag, “Thank you!” 

He smiles at her, both of you watching as she makes herself comfy at the table and pulls out everyone’s food. 

You sit across from her, feeling Jake wrap his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin atop your head. 

Danielle hands you a box with your food but notices there are only two boxes, “Are you not eating, Jake?” you ask him. 

He shakes his head, “Nope, I ate earlier. I have somewhere to be here soon. Only stopped by to drop off lunch and head out.” 

You hummed, wondering what he had to be doing here soon. You already knew, or assumed, what he was doing, but you also couldn’t ask, not with Danielle in the room. 

So you both ate in silence, her eyes glancing on and off from you and Jake, a small smile on her face, “Jake have you figured anything else out about the murders?” 

You tried to act normal, to keep your body calm and a poker face on, continuing to eat as if that question didn’t trigger something. 

Jake just sighs, deciding to sit beside you now and dropping his face into his palm, “Not a thing. Whoever he is, he’s smart, that’s for sure.” 

Way to boost your own ego there, Jake Sim. 

“He’ll get caught someday,” Danielle casually says, taking a bite of her chicken. 

Jake’s eyes lit up as he smiled, “Oh yeah? You think so?” 

You carefully watched him. Jake knew your eyes were on him, watching his body language and how he looked at Danielle. He knew you were probably worried about her, possibly what he’d do to her. But you needn't worry, he wouldn’t harm her. Not unless she got too close. 

Danielle nods, “He’s killed over thirty people and somehow stolen evidence from the police station after his first mess up. He’s bound to make another mistake.” 

Jake raised his brows, heart pounding fast with excitement. Silly little thing, thinking he was fucking stupid enough to make another mistake like the first time. He was more careful than ever to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. Plus he had you now, you’d make sure nothing bad happened to him. 

“Anyway,” Danielle said, changing the subject, “Suspects,” she giggled, “Who do you think the man behind the mask is?” 

It was Jake’s turn to watch you, a smile still on his face, “Yeah, honey, have any ideas or clues?” 

You wanted to punch him, knowing he was doing this on purpose to tease you, to test you. 

So you shrug, keeping your eyes locked to your food, “No idea. I thought I was close once, but after the evidence disappeared, it was back to the drawer board.” 

Good fucking girl. 

Jake wanted to kiss you so hard right now. It turned him on hearing you lie for him. To act so dumb and oblivious. All for him. 

He glanced up at the clock on the wall, his smile only growing wider. 

“I’d love to stay with you lovely ladies,” Jake stands up, wrapping his arms back around you, “But I need to head out.” You nod, noticing Danielle’s mouth and eyes are smiling at you both. 

Jake kisses your cheek and squeezes you tightly then is out the door. 

“You two make such a good couple,” she coos, “Not only are you both the best journalists at this college, you’re the IT couple too!!~~~”

You softly chuckle, “We aren’t together though…” you sigh staring down at your chicken, “More of a situationship than anything else.” 

Danielle frowned, “But he moved in with you, didn’t he? He holds your hand around campus and even shows you off on his Instagram. Totally thought you’d be an item.” 

You shrug, taking a bite out of your food and swallowing, “He hasn’t asked me out or anything, so there’s technically not a label.” 

You honestly didn’t know what Jake wanted with you. He treated you like a girlfriend, made love to you like a girlfriend, and did everything a boyfriend would do. Yet you still had no idea what he wanted. You were more surprised that he agreed to move into your apartment with you, considering he spends his free time, ya know, killing people. You mostly only asked him to move in to save poor Sunghoon, but also because you wanted him close to you. Maybe you were more insane than Jake was. 

“Well,” Danielle sighs, “You two still are really cute together. I hope it eventually turns into a real relationship.” 

You and me both, Dani. 

—

Jake pulls a cell phone from his pocket, quickly dials a number, and presses the device to his ear, adjusting his duffle bag on his shoulder. 

“Jake!” she sang on the other line, “Where are you?” 

Jake smirks, “I am looking for you, Luna.” 

She softly giggles over the line, “I am standing right where you told me to.” 

Jake knew where she was. He could see her standing in the alleyway across the street from him. She wore a cute red glittery dress with matching high heels. Blonde dyed hair pulled back into a neat ponytail that was braided. She was cute, but nothing compared to you, his sweet honey. 

“I am almost there,” he says, dropping his duffle bag to the ground. He was also standing in an alleyway, it being too dark for anyone to notice him, or even notice Luna across the street from him, “I might have taken a wrong turn.” 

She giggles again, “Aren’t you like, top of your class or something? It’s what your dating profile said.” 

“Ahh,” Jake chuckles, pulling his black suit from the bag, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he puts it on, “I’m book smart, not street smart.” It took everything in Jake to not laugh at how gullible this woman was. It’s why he picked her in the first place. It was so easy to create a fake dating profile on some random ass app with a fake last night and profile picture. This woman doesn’t even actually know what he looks like. Made this all the more fun. It wasn't just because of how stupid she was, she openly has it on her profile that she’s a Ghost Face enthusiast. Imagine that! A personal fan of his, what an honor it was to kill a fan. And an honor to her to be killed by him. Pity though, she was really pretty. He didn’t drive three hours here and wasted another two waiting around for night to hit just to make this an easy kill for her. No no, he was going to make this fun. 

Jake continued to watch Luna as she laughed across the street, kicking her heels into the rubble of the street and pulling out his mask. “Wait,” He says, “I think I see you.” 

Luna looks up and down the street and even behind her. “I don’t see you.” 

“I’m across the street from you,” he smirks, tossing his duffle bag behind some abandoned boxes, and taking further steps back into the dark alleyway, “Walk over to me?” 

She smiles and tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, looking both ways before jumping from the curb and rushing across the street, “You better be giving me the best fuck of my life for making me run in heels.” 

Jake’s smirk only grew, adjusting his mask over the top of his head, “Oh, don’t worry I’ll fuck you real good, I promise.” 

He slid the mask down in place, holding the phone back between his shoulder and ear to slide his gloves on his hands. 

“Good,” Luna let out a huff, taking a deep breath as she reached the other side of the street, “snow where are you?” 

Jake hid in the darkness, “Hiding, gotta come find me,” he said in a teasing voice, watching how she smiled and walked down the alleyway. Stupid woman. 

“I don’t see you, and why do you sound muffled?” 

“Must be the shitty connection.” 

She shrugs, slowly but surely making her way towards Jake. The closer she got, the more he could tell she was getting uncomfortable, “Jake it’s really dark out here, where are you?” 

“Hmmm,” he hums, “I’ll tell you if you answer my question.” 

She stops walking, clicking her tongue, and turns around, facing away from him. 

Perfect. 

“What?” she says annoyed, “If you’re pulling a prank and are actually on the other side of the street I swear.” 

“I’m not, don’t worry,” Jake clenched the voice changer attached to his suit, “I just need to ask,” he pressed the button, “What’s your favorite scary movie?” 

Luna’s heart dropped, her blood going cold, but a smile on her face, nevertheless, “I didn’t know you were also a Ghost Face enthusiast,” she giggled, “That kind of hot, actually. Didn’t think I’d find anyone else from this town who also was into it.” 

Jake creeps up on her slowly, his knife being pulled from his pocket, “You see, the thing is, I am not from this town,” Luna’s smile fades, “I’m also not an enthusiast.” 

Before she could turn around, Jake ended the call, tossing the burner phone somewhere in the abyss of the alley, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and pressing the knife to her neck. 

Luna gasps, dropping her phone and purse to the ground, hands flying to Jake’s arm. She opened her mouth to scream, but the sharpness of Jake’s knife cut deep into her throat, the warm red liquid spilling from her neck and down the front of her hands and arms, her dress, and Jake’s arm. 

“I am the Ghost Face,” he whispers as Luna starts to struggle against his hold, clawing at his arm with her nails, ripping the long sleeve of his suit, and digging into his skin. 

He hisses as pushes her to the ground, her body landing with a thud. Using all the strength she had in her dying body to try and crawl away from him, her blood staining the concrete. 

Jake was pissed now. He’d have to sew his suit back together and probably stitch up his arm once he’s back at the apartment. Oh, how worried you’ll be once you see him tonight. His anger flourishes even more, pissed at Luna for how she will make you worry about him. 

Jake looped his boot at her waist, lifting her up and forcing her to flip over. He quickly dropped down, straddling her, loving the scared look on her face. The look of death looming over. 

“Awe,” he coos, his Aussie accent mixed with the voice mod sent chills down her spine, “You really tried your best to get away,” he pins her arms down with his knees, and free hand pinned her shoulder to the ground, “You really shouldn’t trust random people on the internet. Haven’t your parents taught you that?” She gasped for air, trying to find some way to scream out for help. Jake clicked his tongue, hovering the tip of his knife to her chest, “Don’t you also know it’s rude to ignore people?” he slowly pushed the knife in, “Your parents didn’t teach you a damn thing, no wonder you’re so gullible.” 

The sounds of her gasps mixed with the gurgling sounds of her blood pooling out from her neck and chest were music to his ears. He quickly pulled the knife out and slid it back in, creating a new wound. Jake repeated the process, spreading Luna’s blood all over himself, his mask, her dying body, and the ground. Loving how his knife sounded as it repeatedly broke her skin. 

Jake was sweating, feeling the droplets stream down his face, needing some air. 

He slid the mask up, finally revealing his true face to her. Blood dripped from her mouth as she stared blankly at him, vision going blurry. He laughs, “Still kicking? What a trooper.” He lifted up his right arm, shoving the sleeve up to his elbow, revealing the deep cuts her nails left, “No wonder you left such a nasty wound, you’re a fighter even when you’re fucking stupid.” Luna tried to fight, to say anything, her heartbeat barely holding on. 

Jake traced the tip of his knife down the side of her pale face, “My girl might kill me when I return home after seeing the damage you did to my arm,” he tilted his head, “I promised her I would be careful,” he chuckles, “Oh well, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.” 

“fuck…you…” was all Luna managed to say with her dying breath. 

Jake’s smile grew, “That wasn’t very nice.” He was done playing now, wanting to return home and cuddle you the rest of the night. He wasted enough time here, “So long, Luna.” 

Jake made his final strike, her blood splattering across his face as she took her final breath. 

—

You paced about the living room, arms crossed over your chest and hands rubbing your upper arms. Where was he? It’s been hours and he was nowhere to be seen. You called Sunghoon asking if he was with him, only to your dismay, Sunghoon hasn’t seen him since soccer practice this morning. 

You already figured out what Jake was doing. His duffle bag wasn’t in its normal spot in the bedroom. The endless thoughts of the worst possible scenarios raced through your head. What if something happened? What if he got caught? What if his victim fought back and he couldn’t get away? Many more different thoughts spilled about your brain. And you wouldn’t rest until he either walked through that door or called you. 

You’ve called him multiple times. Texted him too. But got no response. Jake normally turns his phone off when he…to keep from someone tracking his location or disturbing him. It only made you worry more. 

The spots on the hard floor were now warm from your pacing and your neighbors below you were probably getting ready to grab a broomstick and start hitting their ceiling. 

But all your worries faded when your ears picked up the sound of keys jingling from the other side of the front door, being pushed into the lock and turning. The door opened and finally, Jake stepped inside. He smiled at you, “Hi my sweet honey, you waited up for me?” 

You wanted to rush to him, to hug him and kiss him and yell at him for being gone so long and making you worry. To beat the shit out of him for committing another murder and how you felt like shit because all you want to do is fix him. But to your dismay, you know you can’t fix insanity, not when you’re also insane. 

Jake tilted his head, “Not going to welcome me home?” 

You noticed the dried blood on his face and hair, you pitted whoever the victim was, “Welcome home, Jake.” 

“That my sweet honey,” he drops the duffle bag to the floor and walks over to you, embracing you to his chest. He smelt of sweat and blood, causing you to scrunch your nose. 

“You need a shower.” 

Jake chuckles, squeezing you tightly, “I know.” 

You ran your hands from his shoulders down to his forearm, his face wincing. You looked up at him, “What's wrong?” 

Jake awkwardly smiled, “Nothing.” 

You looked down to his forearm where your hand gripped onto his hoodie sleeve, noticing how pale his skin looked on his hand. Something happened. You quickly pulled up the sleeve, seeing four deep cuts to the skin.

“Now…honey—“

“What the fuck happened?!” You snapped, pointing your finger to the kitchen table, “Sit the fuck down.” 

Jake quickly nodded. Shit, she might actually fucking kill me. 

You pulled the first aid kit from the bathroom and quickly rushed back to him, kneeling down in front of him. He was lucky you decided to buy the most expensive one and had first aid training. Ya know, in case something like this happened. Jake explained to you the series of events that led up to now, with an insane smile on his face the entire time. 

“It was perfect,” he coos, “You should have seen it, honey.”

You gently smiled at him, deciding to keep your thoughts on how you were perfectly fine not being there to witness it. You cleaned up what you could of the wounds, “You’ll need stitches.” 

He cocks his head, eyes filled with so much endearment for you, “Good thing I have you to take care of me, ya?” He caresses your cheek, thumb gliding to your lips and pulling the button one down, “So good for me.” 

You pulled from his graze, reaching into the kit and pulling out the tools, dissolvable stitches, and bandages, “This will probably hurt.” 

Jake shrugs, “I’m a soccer player, I’ve had stitches and broken bones before.”

You pushed off his sassy attitude, preparing the needle and the string. Jake sat through it like a champ, only winching when the needle pierced through his skin. You placed ointment over the stitches and bandaged it up, “All done.” 

Jake leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead and then leans back into the chair, “Thank you, honey.”

You packaged up the kit, another thought shooting in your mind, “She dug her nails into you, correct?” 

Jake inhales, “Yeah? Isn’t that what I said?” 

You glared at him, “She probably has your DNA under her nails, you fucking idiot!” 

Your chin was between his index finger and thumb before you even had the chance to blink, his face inches away from yours, “I’m not a fucking idiot!” he hissed between his teeth, “I took care of it.” He dropped your chin, running his hands through his dark sweaty, and blood-soaked hair, keeping eye contact with you. Your pissed-off glare was relentless, and oh man, it was turning him on. Seeing you so pissed off at him yet so worried about his well-being. What did he do to deserve you? 

Jake drops his hand to his crotch, palming his hardening length, “I love it when you look at me like that,” he tilts his head, “You know what I’d love even more?” 

You waited, feeling your arousal starting to pool on your panties. 

“Your mouth wrapped around my cock.” 

Jake slowly unbuttoned his jeans, looping his thumbs in between the fabric of his boxers and skin, sliding both his jeans and boxers down to the floor, his fully hard dick resting against his abdomen. He tilted his chin up, signaling for you to touch him. 

So you did, wrapping your hand around his base and slowly pumping him, taking the precum spilling from the tip and spreading it around the head. Jake groans at your touch, cock twitching, “Stop teasing me, baby.” 

He places his hand on your head, gently pushing you forward, his tip touching your lips. You place a few kisses to the tip, sneaking your tongue out and wrapping it around the head, hand sliding up and down the shaft as you slowly take him in your mouth, bobbing your head in a slow motion and flattening your tongue to fit him in deeper. 

“Fuck, honey,” he moans, moving your head with his hand to help you pick up the speed, “Your mouth feels so good.” 

His tip hits the back of your throat, kicking in your gag reflex, sending vibrations against him. Jake hisses, flinging his head back over the chair and bucking his hips up, “Fuck, YN, oh fuck.” 

Your hands now held onto his thighs, feeling the muscles flex against your palms as he bucked his hips up into your mouth, your nose brushing against his pelvis. You tucked your feet beneath you and squeezed your thighs together, trying to feel some fiction of your own as your arousal pooled in your panties, more than likely soaking through the thin material and your shorts. 

Tears swelled your eyes as you tried to breathe through your nose, relishing too much in this pleasure of having him so far down your throat to even dare think about coming up for air. But the twitch his cock did against your tongue told you enough that he wouldn’t last much longer. 

You fluttered your eyes up, already seeing him staring back down at you. Jake’s eyes were completely blown out, mouth gaped open, and breathing deeply. The dried blood on his face—for whatever reason—mixed with the facial expression of pure bliss, was so fucking hot on him. 

It didn’t make sense to you, how you could find blood splattered across his beautiful face to be so attractive. Maybe it was just your plain attraction to him, the feelings you felt for him that ran so deep that he made blood look good. 

Jake loved this moment, loved you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching how his cock disappears down your throat. God, it was perfect, way better than the murder he committed hours ago. He loved how the tears swelled your eyes but you loved every moment of his cock in your mouth. 

“You look so pretty wrapped around my cock, baby,” he bucked his hips up harder, hitting the back of your throat and you moaned around him. His fingers tangled in your hair, “I’m gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours with my load and you’ll swallow it, understand?” 

You tried to nod but instead batted your eyes at him in understanding, he just smirked, “Good girl.” 

With a few bobs of your head, Jake pushed you down onto him, hips snapping up to meet your nose against his pelvis, his cum shooting down your throat. He took a few deep breaths, rocking his hips to chase out that high, flinging his head back against the chair. 

When his grip on your hair released, you slid him out your mouth, causing Jake to look back up at you, waiting. You swallowed his seed, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, showing the proof. 

Jake smirks, leaning forward and giving you a quick kiss, “I’m so in love with you.” 

He stands from the chair, kicking his legs out of his jeans and boxers and pulling the hoodie and shirt off too, tossing them to the floor. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, piercing daggers into his back. He just got the best head of his life and he’s stripping and dropping his nasty bloody clothes all over your floor? 

“Honey?” he calls for you, pulling out his bloody suit and mask, “Would you mind please washing my clothes for me? I’ll repay you by making breakfast in the morning.” 

He turns to you, picking up all the clothes he left on the floor and handing them to you, his naked body distracting you. 

“Hey,” he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at his face, “I’ll make love to you after my shower, okay?” He gives you a wink, “Please wash my clothes?” You quickly nod, how could you turn down getting dicked down later AND breakfast tomorrow morning? He placed one last kiss on your lips and made his way to the shower. 

—

You leaned against the arcade machine, watching as Jake and Sunghoon slapped their palms onto the buttons of the Tekken game, both their faces with full smiles and concentration. Your eyes wandered down to Jake’s arms and hands, his beautiful veins popping out.  

“Be careful,” you said, fully noticing just how hard the two boys were slapping the buttons, “This is an old machine.” 

“YES!!” Sunghoon screamed, raising his hands in the air and causing you to jump back from being startled by his outburst, “Suck it Jake!” 

Jake dropped his face into his hands, resting his elbows on the machine, “I was so sure I had you!” 

Sunghoon patted Jake’s back, “Can’t win them all buddy.” 

Jake quickly shot up from the stool, his index finger pointing across the arcade, “Dance battle me!” 

Sunghoon smirked, “You’ll lose again.” 

Jake flipped him the bird, shoving the middle finger in his face as he walked away, “Try me.”

The two of them rushed to the Dance Dance Revolution game, fighting over who would use their coins for the round. 

You still get whiplash every time you see Jake doing normal things. That this man—who is a fucking serial killer—is fighting with his best friend over who is going to pay for the game, just like any normal set of friends would do. Besides the fact that he is far from normal. 

“Kids, am I right?” 

You got startled for the second time today, jumping and quickly whipping your head around to see where and who the voice came from. You recognize that dyed blonde hair and smile. 

Jay Park. A student in the film department. You’ve worked with him plenty of times on different projects for the college. He even helped you and Jake on one of the first few Ghost Facer murder cases. It’s been a while since you’ve actually gotten to see or really speak to him besides in passing. 

You leaned against the Tekken arcade machine and crossed your arms, your eyes wandering back to Jake and Sunghoon, watching as they competitively danced away, “Yeah, boys will be boys, I guess.” 

Jay follows your gaze over to them, chuckling at them, “Are they always like this?” 

That…was a good question. You and Jake didn’t hang out with Sunghoon very often. Even before you found out about Jake’s Ghost Face persona you didn’t see a lot of Sunghoon. Nothing was different now. 

So you just kind of shrugged, “When I see the two of them together, yeah.”

Jay was looking at you again, eyebrows raised, “When you see them both?” you nodded, “Oh, well figured you would since you’re dating Sim.” 

“Actually,” you sigh, once again being reminded how he’s not yours, “We aren’t…dating.” 

Jay was now even more confused, “Doesn’t he live with you?” 

You thinned your lips and gave another shrug, “It’s complicated.” Complicated because I’m housing a serial killer who has yet to slap a label on what we even are. 

“So you’re single then?” you nod again, “In that case.” Jay leaned closer to you, his face a few inches away from yours and his arm resting behind you against the gaming machine, “Would you like to go out with me sometime? If I am being honest, I’ve always found you super cute.” Jay couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down your body, stopping at the ruffles of your skirt, loving how the cute flowered laced ends looked against your pushed thighs, “I would pay and everything, be my treat.” 

The dance ended with Jake and Sunghoon practically coming to a tie, Jake only by three points ahead of him. 

“Fuck…” Jake pants, “You…” he said with another pant and once again giving his best friend his middle finger, “Beat your ass.” 

Sunghoon shoved his friend's hand out of his face, rolling his eyes, “By three points!” 

Jake just smiles, happy with his win, “YN did you see…” Jake barely turned around to speak with you to see you still by the last game they played and Jay in your personal space. His blood boiled and his fists clenched, “Why is Park in my girl's space?” 

Sunghoon took a deep breath, still tired from the intense dance battle, and turned, seeing the same thing Jake was, “Maybe he's just being friendly?”

Friendly? HA. Right. That look on Jay’s face was anything but friendly. Jay was looking at you the way he does, “Friendly my ass,” Jake hissed, “I don’t like it.”  

Sunghoon sighed, “Well, maybe if you made it official between the two of you, he wouldn’t be in her space.” 

Make it official? Wasn’t Jake living under your roof, sleeping in your bed, fucking you so good every single night not proof enough that you two were exclusive? That you’re his and no one else’s? 

Jake’s anger boiled further, seeing how you shook your head at Jay but kept smiling at him. His smile only became bigger. Jake’s nails sank into his palm. 

“Damn, dude,” Sunghoon whistled, “Never seen you so jealous before.” 

Jealous? Ridiculous.

“Why don’t you go get us a table at that restaurant we planned to hit up after this,” Jake said with a killing calm, “YN and I will meet you there soon.” 

Sunghoon agreed, mostly because he wanted no part of whatever it was Jake was about to do. He’s never seen him so jealous over something. Sunghoon definitely didn’t want to be around if a fight broke out. Praying to every god possible that you’re able to keep Jake calm. 

Once Sunghoon was out of the arcade, Jake stepped down from the dance game, eyes blazing at seeing Jay trace his fingers down from your shoulder to your wrist. 

Jake was on you in an instant, “Hands off my girl,” he growled, shoving Jay away from you and pulling you behind him, his killer instinct coming on full display. Oh man, how badly did Jake want to kill Jay. To slowly sink his knife into his neck and watch the life drain from his eyes and blood stream from the wound. 

Jay chuckled, “Your girl?” he smirked, leaning back against the gaming machine, “Didn’t realize she belonged to you.” 

This was the first time you were actually scared of Jake. You’ve never seen him so pissed off, so protective. His grip on your wrist was growing tighter the longer he pierced daggers at Jay. 

“I came in her this morning, making her mine,” Jake smirked, the fire in his eyes not relenting. 

“Are you a dog?” Jay scrunched his nose and raised a brow, “Marking your territory or some shit?” 

“Fucked her in doggy, so yeah.” 

“Jesus fucking christ.” Jay stood up straight, taking a few steps back, “What the fuck man.” 

“Woof.” 

“Jake!” you slapped his arm, trying to yank your wrist free, your cheeks flushed from him exposing your morning deeds, “Stop, let’s just go!” 

You tried to pull Jake now, only for him to yank you back closer to him, you tripping over your feet and landing against his back, “What’s wrong baby? Am I embarrassing you?” he coos, “Were you so bored of me that you had to slut around and flirt with someone who wasn’t me?” 

“Hey!” Jay barked, “Don’t talk to her like that!” 

“Or what?” Jake said with a chilling calm, taking a few steps closer to Jay, being inches apart from his face, “Don’t fuck with me.” 

“Get out,” Jay scoffed, “Before I kick you out.” 

Jake raised a brow, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, asshat, my family owns this arcade. I work here, get the fuck out.” 

Jake smirks, walking backward and sliding his arm over your shoulder, “Nah, we got some coins left to use.”

The last thing Jay wanted to do was call the police and have to explain to his family it was all over a girl. So he watched Jake cling to you as he turned you both around, placing a kiss on your temple, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. Jay didn’t know Jake well, but the man he was seeing right now, scared the shit out of him. Like he could kill him in a heartbeat. So Jay left it alone, walking over to the front counter and sitting down on the stool, keeping an eye on you to make sure you were okay. 

Jake dropped himself in front of another fighting game, pulling you into his lap, lips on your ear, “You better fucking talk me out of this one,” he growled, “because if you don’t I’m returning here later tonight, and fucking killing him and stringing his body from the ceiling for his family to find tomorrow morning.” 

Your heart sank, eyes looking over to Jay and seeing his eyes staring back at you, “Jake please,” you whispered. 

“Please what?” he whispered back, both his hands rubbing at your thighs, “You were so flirty with him and now you’re begging me to not kill him?” 

You hated how his voice in your ear was making you wet. How his hands squeezing your bare thighs was sending chills up your spine. Jake knew it was turning you on, he wasn’t stupid. He knew your body and how it works and how to work it, he was using this to his advantage. 

You leaned back into him, slightly turning your face so you could see him in your peripherals, “Jake, you know I only want you.” And it was true. You wanted only Jake. You loved him. Yeah, you got kinda flirty with Jay, but it wasn’t going anywhere, you kept turning down his advances and he wasn’t taking no for an answer, but that doesn’t mean Jake needs to kill him. You had to play Jake’s game and be in control, “Only you.” 

Jake chuckles, sliding his hands to your inner thighs and spreading your legs, exposing your red panties to Jay. Jake took a quick glance at him, seeing his face turn red and his eyes widen. Jake didn’t just chuckle because of what you said, he was chuckling at you. He found it so cute that you think you’re the one in control, “I love watching you think you’re controlling me,” he licks at the shell of your ear, “You can’t play mind games with a serial killer, baby,” Chills went throughout your body as his fingers slid up to your core, “Nice try though.”

“Jake,” you gasped, clenching your fingers to the stool, his knuckle rubbing against your folds, “I truly only want you, I don’t want him.” 

Ahh your words were music to his ears. Your voice so full of truth, and your cunt so wet for him. Only him, “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he whispers, “You’re going to pull the last few coins from my pocket and play this game here, got it?” You nod, slipping a hand into his jeans pocket and taking out the golden arcade coins, “Don’t put them in yet,” he licks another stripe up your ear, his thumb looping into your panties. 

“What are you do—Jake!” you softly moaned his name, feeling the cool air hit your exposed cunt as he split your pussy lips open with his index and ring finger, the middle sliding up and down from your fuck hole to your clit and back down, “Jake, we’re in public,” you finally managed to say, eyes rushing back to Jay, seeing him dead staring. 

“And?” he laughs, sliding his middle finger into your cunt, “We’re going to give him a show.” 

You knew Jake was insane, knew something like this was nothing compared to the things he’s done, yet it still surprised you nevertheless that he had your legs spread and pussy out for another man to see. 

Jake kept a firm grip on your thigh as his finger slowly pumped in and out of you, his eyes piercing at Jay. Jake kept eye contact as he flattened his tongue against the end of your neck and licked up and up until he reached just below your jaw, planting an open-mouthed kiss on that sweet spot. Jake loved how agitated Jay was getting. How he tried so hard to look away from the two of you but couldn’t. It was a mind game, one Jake was going to win. 

But GOD you felt so good against his finger, so good he slipped his index and ring fingers in along with the middle, stretching your pussy. You moaned out, it being loud enough Jay was able to hear it from across the arcade, the tips of his ears turning red. 

You clenched around Jake’s fingers and he hissed, his cock begging to be freed from the confinements of his jeans. He didn’t want to want any longer. 

Jake lifted you off him, “Put the coins in the machine.” You listened, sliding the golden metal in one by one until the start-up screen loaded, “Now play the game.” You tried to focus on the start of it, but the sounds of Jake’s belt unlatching and zipper being pulled down, made it hard.

He spreads your pussy’s lips again, lining the tip to your entrance, “Slide down on me baby.” 

Heat rises to your face cheeks, eyes darting around the arcade, Jay’s eyes being the only ones watching you, the only pair that even noticed what was happening in this corner. You slowly slid down onto Jake, him hissing out a soft “fuck,” when his tip kisses your cervix. 

Jake squeezed your hips, thanking whatever little voice in your head that told you to wear a skirt today and making this so much easier on him and it is so fucking hot. 

He bucked his hips up, not even giving you time to adjust to his size. You bit down on your lip as you played the game, trying to focus on the fight in front of you. Your palm squeezed the joystick so hard you were afraid you’d break it. 

Fuck you felt so good wrapped around him. And it felt so good to fuck you in front of Jay, relishing in the look spread across Jay’s face and how tightly his jaw was locked. Jake just smirked, fucking into you harder and faster. 

You couldn’t keep control of the game, eventually giving up and gripping onto the sides of the machine, trying with everything you had to not scream out in pleasure. Jake took this as an opportunity, him grabbing you by your neck and pushing you against his chest, his knees lifting up and spreading your legs further apart. 

“You don’t know how badly I want to kill him,” he whispers in your ear, being so out of breath, “I can’t fucking stand how he was looking at you, looking at what’s mine,” The anger returned, the jealously. Fuck he was jealous. That was a first for him, “I want to kill him for looking at my girlfriend.” 

Girlfriend. He called you his girlfriend. You clenched around him after hearing that, the pleasure washing over you tenfold at having that label. 

“Hmmm fuck baby,” he groans, “keep clenching me like that and I’m going to spill into you.” You clenched again, not purposely, it just felt so fucking good to be fucked by your boyfriend, it felt good knowing he was jealous of another man to the point of wanting to kill for you. And maybe that made you just as crazy as him. 

“Jake,” you softly moaned, forcing yourself to keep quiet. 

Jake kisses your temple, “Moan my name louder, honey. Let our friend Jay over there know who you belong to, who is the only one that can make this pussy wet.” He bucked his hips harder, his skin slapping against your ass. 

You moaned his name louder, making eye contact with Jay again. 

“Fuck yes,” Jake smirks, “You’re so good for me.” 

You clenched around him again, your climax fast approaching. Jake moans at how your walls hugged him, his arms wrapping around your body and holding you tightly to him as he fucked into you harder, fixing to burst, “Cum with me baby, oh fuck please cum with me.” 

With his wishes, you both came together, him continuing to buck his hips slowly, mixing your cum together. 

Jake leaned back against the wall, still holding you to his chest, smirking at Jay as he catches his breath, watching how his eyes go from your face and travel down to your cunt, watching the mixture of your and Jake’s cum leak from your hole. 

You took deep breaths in, grabbing your skirt and pulling it down as far as you could, “Jae,”

Jake kissed your cheek, “Let’s go and meet up with Hoon now, ya?” 

You nod, pulling him out and readjusting your panties and skirt as Jake fixes his jeans and then leaves the arcade with Jake’s chilling laughter echoing within the walls. 

—

You sat at the edge of the bed, watching Jake sharpen his knife. He sat in the chair he usually kept his duffle bag and mask on, fully clothed in his Ghost Face attire, the mask resting at the top of his head. His brows furrowed in concentration, lifting the knife in front of his face and smirking at his work. 

You wanted to ask him who he was planning on killing tonight, if it was someone you knew or a random person off the street. But you didn’t know if you actually wanted the answers to those questions, not knowing if Jake would even give you those answers. He glances at you then goes back to sharpening, “What are you thinking about?” 

Shit. He caught you. You tried to find anything—literally anything—to come up with in a bullshit way to answer his question, your eyes falling onto the mask, “Why that mask specificity?” It was a real genuine question, you’ve always wondered it ever since the murders first started happening. 

Jake smiles at you, “Why not this one?” he tosses the sharpening tool into his duffle, reaching up and sliding the mask down onto his face, “It’s scary, isn’t it?” You nodded but also shrugged. You weren’t scared of Jake, so seeing him fully in this outfit wasn’t affecting you. You couldn’t see, but he was grinning ear to ear underneath the mask, “It’s better with the voice mod,” he chuckles, flipping the switch on the voice changer, “It makes all the difference, doesn’t it, honey?” 

Chills went down your back and you pressed your knees to your chest. The look on your face told Jake everything. He was right, it made a difference. If you didn’t know it was him beneath the mask you’d be terrified. His Aussie accent was no longer present and you couldn’t even tell it was his voice. No wonder his victims were always so scared. 

Jake tilts his head at you, honestly getting hard at how scared you look. That look, that pretty and scared look on your face was what he wanted that night he tried to kill you. Oh, how time has passed since then. But he didn’t have time to reminisce about the past, he was running late for a killing date. 

He stood from the chair, “You’re leaving already?” 

Jake slides his gloves onto his hands, “Yes. I’ll be back soon.” You wouldn’t be able to get used to that ghost face voice. 

You wanted him to stay home. It was the weekend and he BARELY spent the weekends with you. If he wasn’t off committing crimes, he was at soccer practice or with Sunghoon, or sticking himself in a study room at the library on campus to study. So you acted fast, not just in a way to stop him from ending someone else’s life, but to beg him to stay home. 

“Jae,” you called his name, stepping in front of him, “Why don’t you stay home?” 

He chuckles, adjusting the gloves and then flexing his fingers, “I have to go.” Jake was fucking crazy, he knew he was. He loved the thrill of the kill, the screams and blood and smells. It was intoxicating, almost like a drug. 

Jake goes to step around you, but you keep blocking his path, “Stay home with me.” 

He was getting irritated, “Move, honey, I am asking nicely.”

You shook your head, “Spend the weekend with me.” 

Jake takes your chin between his fingers and pulls your face to the mask, “I won’t ask again, be a good girl and listen to me.” 

You noticed he gripped the knife in his hand and could only imagine how pissed he must look underneath the mask. But you were desperate, wanting to find some way to keep him home, and what better way than to use your womanly charm? You pressed your breasts against his chest, knowing he could feel how braless you were under his favorite rock band tee shirt, “Please Jakey.” 

He almost caved—almost—he slid his fingers from your chin down to your upper arm, ready to brush you out of his path, but your desperateness only pushed forward. You reached for the knife in the hope if you took it from him things would go your way and he’d stay home. 

But you forgot for a solid second who it was you were dealing with. 

You were now facing away from him, your back to his chest and knife pressed against your neck. Your eyes widened as you looked into the mirror in front of you. Seeing how his gloved hand pressed tightly to your stomach, how his head rested to the side of yours and his knife pressed to your throat. You swallowed, rubbing your thighs together. 

“Ahh, it’s a sight to see isn’t it, honey? This is what you looked like the first time I held my knife to your pretty neck.” Jake was hard looking at you in the mirror with him pressed to you. It was one thing seeing you beneath him, but to see it in reflection? While he’s in his attire with the love of his life in front of him? It was even better than before. 

“Is this what all your victims look like?” you whispered, placing your hands on his forearms, tilting your head back onto his shoulder, exposing more of your neck, “How it goes before you cut their throats open?” 

Jake hums, “Yes, but seeing them like this never got me hard, not as you do.” He rubbed his clothed cock against your ass, “Fuck you get me so hard. I love the way my knife looks against your skin.” 

You backed your ass against him, grinding on his cock, “Use it on me then.” what the fuck are you saying?

“Fuck don’t say things like that baby,” he tightened his grip on you, “Don’t say things like that to me.” 

Jake would enjoy using his weapon on you, to cut you open and see how pretty you looked covered in blood, god it made his cock twitch. But he couldn’t do it, not at the risk of accidentally killing you. He loves you and can’t live without you. The risk wasn’t worth it. 

You continued to rub against him, “Stay home with me.” 

Fuck it. 

He pushes you forward, forcing you to reach your hands out to lay flat against the mirror, your nose brushing against the cool glass, “You want me to stay home?” the voice mod hissed, his hand leaving your waist to pull the mask from his face, his eyes full of lust as they stared at you through the mirror. He tossed the mask to the bed, pressing his lips to your ear, “Want to be dicked down that badly?” you nod, the knife getting pressed tighter to your throat, “Use your fucking words.” 

“Yes,” it came out in a loud moan, “I want you to stay home, to fuck me this whole weekend.” 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, pulling you off the mirror and back against his chest, “Let’s rid you of your clothes, yeah?” 

Jake traced the tip of the knife down your throat and to the edge of his favorite band shirt, not giving a single damn that he cut into the fabric, slicing a line down to the middle, then using his hands to tear it apart, revealing your bare upper half, sliding the torn shirt to the floor. 

The leather of his glove tickled when he placed his hand back to your waist, tracing the knife from your belly button up, moving it underneath your breasts, and circling them, slowly and carefully grazing your nipples. It made your core clench and the hair on your skin rise. Oh how badly he wanted to cut your skin, even if just a tiny bit, just to scratch that itch he’s been craving since day one. Deciding he was just going to do it. 

But he was going to fuck you first. 

Jake didn’t waste any more time and pulled your shorts and panties off your body and pressed you back against the mirror, ridding himself of his suit and other clothing, leaving you both bare, skin-to-skin. 

Jake kicked your legs apart, a string of your slick connected both ends of your thighs, showing off how wet you already were for him. Jake licked his lips, scooping up your juices with two fingers and placing them into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around his digits. His body shuddered at your taste, cock twitching, needing to feel you. 

He lifted your hips up, and slid inside you with ease, not being able to wait, and fucked into you. Pressing his hand down on your lower belly, feeling his thick length push in and out of your cunt, “Oh, fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back and fucking his hips harder. He was more sensitive right now, not knowing why or even really caring why. He doesn’t even care if he cums first, because he’s going to spend this entire night fucking you. Making you cum over and over and making him cum over and over. He’s going to spend the whole weekend with his cock buried inside you. Who gives a fuck about the people he could be killing when he can be balls deep in your pussy. 

He pressed his hand against you harder, feeling more of himself move against your walls and squeezing tighter around him, “Baby, I’m gonna cum soon,” he flings his head forward, leaning it against yours as he looked at you in the mirror, seeing your fucked out expression, pupils blown out and mouth open and moaning out with each thrust he gave you, his knife sitting pretty against your neck, “Fuckkkkkk,” he moans, “I can’t hold it in.” 

One final thrust and his cum painted your gummy walls white. Jake kissed your cheek, gently sliding the knife from your throat, down your shoulder, and stopping halfway on your upper arm. His hooded eyes lock with yours, asking for permission, but before you can even give it to him, he presses the metal into your skin, the crimson liquid slowly oozing from your body. 

Jake bit his lips, slowly pulling his cock out to the tip, and ramming it back inside you, already ready for round two. 

You were moaning louder this time, chanting out his name as your fingers gripped the mirror, feeling your blood streaming down your arm and onto the floor. 

“Goddamn,” he hissed, cutting another wound below the first one, not being able to control himself, “You look so pretty bleeding out for me.” 

Your brain went dizzy and you weren’t sure if it was from the loss of blood or from how good Jake was fucking you. It was probably both. 

You released one hand from the mirror and cupped it to your arm, trying to stop what you could from it staining the carpet. But Jake’s thrusts were unrelenting, working faster than before and hitting your g-spot. The knot threatened to snap and it made you dizzier, almost losing your balance, forcing you to place your now bloody hand on the glass, leaving bloodied handprints. 

“Jae,” you moaned his name, “Fixing to cum.” 

Jake bit your ear softly, “Cum for me, honey.” 

The pleasure of your release formed goosebumps on your skin, mixing with Jake’s previous cum. 

You don’t know what came over you in the second, but you felt powerful. You had your boyfriend a cumming mess within minutes of him being inside you. You got him to stay home, to be with you. You were in control right now. You’ve taken over in the mind games. 

You pushed yourself off from the mirror, forcing Jake out of your hole and stumbling back. You were quick to whip around, your hands finding home on his chest and pushing him to the bed, forcing him to sit on the edge as you climbed into his lap, sliding your cunt back down onto him. 

Jake was in heaven, feeling pure bliss as how quickly you dominated over him. He was a turn on, for sure, but he wouldn’t let you catch him off guard like that again, accepting your win. 

Jake was even more surprised to feel your bloodied hand gripping his jaw and his knife in your other hand being pressed to his throat. How did you get it out of his hand? And when did you do it? 

You smirked down at him, “What’s wrong Jaeyun?” 

Oh, FUCK. 

Jake’s hands found their home on your waist, pulling at you to start moving, “Ride my cock and maybe I’ll tell you.” 

You leaned closer to him, pressing the knife closer like how he’s done to you. His cock twitched, begging to be ridden. You click your tongue, “Does it turn on the killer to see his girlfriend turn his weapon against him? To have you like fucking putty in my hands?” 

He didn’t understand how this happened, but god was he relishing in it. 

Jake could easily turn the tides. Could flip you over and take the knife back and fuck you senseless. But he was enjoying this too much, letting you think you still had full control. 

“Baby,” he whispered, lifting up and placing a kiss on your lips, “Please ride my cock, I need to feel you.” 

You honestly loved seeing your little killer beg for your sex, it was a power move and boosted your ego. You rocked your hips, taking the point of the knife and pressing it up to the bottom of his chin. This was exciting, no wonder he enjoyed knife play with you. 

But alas, your power move eventually faded as you lost yourself on his cock, the knife was now tossed somewhere in the room. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, and the other behind him to keep balance as he fucked his hips up into you at the same motion of you fucking on him. Your bloody hand prints now covered him: his face, shoulder, neck, chest, all over his back and bicep. Everywhere. The wounds on your arm finally clotted and crusted over, no longer spilling. 

You came again and then Jake a few seconds after you. But he wasn’t done with you yet, picking you up in his strong arms and carrying you further onto the bed, laying your head on the pillows and placing your legs over his shoulders, “I love you.” 

You cupped his face, “I love you too.” 

Jake was true to his word when he swore he’d fuck you until you both came over and over and over again until the overstimulation was too much, cumming once more, then falling asleep in each other's arms. 

You woke up that next morning with bandages on your arm and in fresh clean clothes. The bedsheets were stripped from the bed and a blanket was covering you. The blood from the mirror was now gone, and Jake was on the floor at the end of the bed doing what it looked like scrubbing your strained blood out of the carpet. You smiled, quickly closing your eyes and falling back to sleep, never in your life have you felt so safe in the presence of a serial killer. 

—

You winced in pain as you dropped yourself onto the couch, your legs completely sore. 

Jake chuckles from the kitchen as he prepares lunch for you both, “You okay in there, my love?” You peek over the couch, glaring at him, “Don’t look at me like that,” he says sweetly, “You’re the one who wanted me to fuck you until you couldn’t walk the entire weekend.” 

Jake stayed true to absolutely destroying your cunt the entire weekend. Man has some STAMINA, that’s for sure. Any chance he got, he was balls deep inside you. You just tried to enjoy a nice warm shower, was halfway through when Jake pulls the curtains back and stepped in, immediately pinning you against the wall and fucking you until you couldn’t stand. You couldn’t complain though, you got him the entire weekend to yourself. 

The only thing that sucked was going back to classes tomorrow, meaning you’d have to share him again with everyone. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually make it where I could barely walk.”

Jake just smiles, “What can I say, I love my girl weak in the knees for me.”

You made a fake laugh at his joke but still smiled brightly. You reached for the remote and turned the TV on, flipping through channels until a quick scene of the news was on, catching your attention and forcing you to go back. 

“Yesterday evening, two bodies were found near a dumpster on the south side of the campus—“

“Jake,” you called for him, “Come in here.” 

Jake stood behind you, leaning his body against the back of the couch, “What’s up?” 

You point to the TV, “The two bodies have been identified as a young couple, we were last seen walking the campus, heading to the dorms—“The camera pans to the crime scene, their dead bodies being covered up by white tarps and police and investigators surrounding the area, one of the policemen pulling something out of the dumpster, your breath hitched “—a ghost face mask has been found at the scene of the crime—“ 

You whip around to look at Jake, “What the fuck Jake?!” but as soon as you yelled at him, you realized the look on his face. 

He was livid. 

“I’ve been with you the entire fucking weekend,” he snapped, “I didn’t do this.” 

You faced back to the TV, watching the rest of the news coverage, “If it wasn’t you, then who did it?” 

Jake pushed himself from the couch, ruffling his hands in his hair, pacing back and forth, “I don’t fucking know, but whoever they are, they are a fucking imposter!”

Jake was angry for more than one reason:

1: Whoever the fuck this person is, they fucked up so hard by leaving their mask at the scene.  2: They were trying to impersonate him.  3: WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY IMPERSONATING HIM?!

You stared at the TV screen, trying to process everything. Jake noticed it, how quiet you were, getting scared you were doubting him. So he rushed to you, kneeling before you and taking your face in his hands, “Honey. I promise you it wasn’t me. I’ve been here with you the whole weekend.”

You nodded. You knew he was here with you. He didn’t leave your side because he was too busy burning his cock in you. It just didn’t make sense. The last Ghost Face killing was about two weeks ago the same night Jake fucked you in the arcade. It was some random guy Jake happened to pass on a late-night walk to clear his head to not go back to the arcade and kill Jay. Jake has been clean since then. 

Jake looked back to the TV, gritting his teeth, “I swear to—“ then his phone started ringing. The vibrations made his skin crawl. 

He pulled his phone from his pocket, seeing Unknown Caller on the screen. 

Jake looked up at you, and it was the first time you saw a small hint of fear in his eyes. 

He accepted the call, placing the device to his ear. 

“Hello, Jake.” 

His eyes widened, hearing the voice changer nod that he uses on the other side of his call, “Who the fuck is this?” 

“Hahaha, you don’t seem surprised that I know your secret?” 

Jake stood up, quickly glancing around the room, “Why would I be? You’re playing the exact same game I do.” 

Whoever this was, they knew Jake’s secret. Studied him. Knows how he kills and even the exact mask brand he wears. If this person was playing Jake’s game, then being in this apartment was no longer safe. Because they were already watching, already listening. 

They laughed again, “Did you like the news? I did it special, just for you.” 

“Go to hell!” Jake barked.

“Oh, but I’d see you there,” they chuckled, “I very much rather just send you there.” 

Jake was tired of these games, “What do you want?” he clenched his fist, “You wanna be the sequel so damn bad don’t you?” 

Silence, but then, “What do you think it is I want?” 

“To be a shitty ass ghost face, but news flash, you’re already doing that.” 

“I’d watch your tone, Jake Sim. It’d be a shame for something to happen to our precious little YN / YLN, wouldn’t it?” Jake’s heart stopped, “Check your texts.” 

Jake removed the phone from his ear, clicking on the newly received texts. The first one was a photo of you at the college in the journal room looking over the corkboard. The second text was a video of you from the bedroom, the curtains were slightly drawn back and you were lifting your shirt off your body, revealing yourself in a black laced bra, and then the video cut off. The third and final text that came through, was a photo of both Jake and you on the couch yesterday morning, both naked as you rode his dick. 

He pressed the phone back to his ear, “I swear to fucking god if you touch her.” 

More laughter, “Maybe you should keep her closer and double check to make sure all windows are closed next time if you don’t want others seeing your…activities.” 

Jake pulled you off from the couch, holding you close to him and repeating, “What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want.” 

They clicked their tongue, “You’ll know soon enough. Goodbye, Ghost Face.” Then the line went dead. 

Jake tossed his phone across the room, pulling you to his chest tightly, teeth gritting. 

“I’m going to fucking kill whoever that is, and I won’t let them hurt you.”

For the first time, you were genuinely scared. And so was Jake. He wasn’t scared of this imposter, he was scared of what they’d do to you. 

And he won’t stop at nothing until they are six feet under.

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[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Just imagining what it would be like for you and Eddie to both drunk and looking for each other. You don't realize you've been talking to one another the whole time.

Steve's party had been going on now practically all night. You and Eddie arrived hours ago, and now you can't seem to find each other. He went off with his friends, and so did you. You mingled and stayed close together when you first got there. But soon, you unintentionally drifted away the drunker you got.

Your face was tingling, and your head felt so heavy. Your whole body just wasn't corporating. Your limbs felt like they were in a constant battle to keep you standing or even walking straight. You kept calling out for Eddie.

You wanted to go home but knew he wasn't driving. Not in the condition he was probably in. He got drunk way before you did. You saw him throwing back shot after shot. Then chasing it down with his favorite beer, a pbr. The thought of the taste is already making you gag. He was a lightweight no matter how much he tried arguing against it.

You were stumbling and kept calling for your boyfriend. "Eddie!"

You even grabbed some random dude just because he had longish hair. He was definitely not your Eddie. You made a face of diagust and mumbled "ew" under your breath when the guy turned around.

The party kept getting louder the drunker you became. Everyone kinda started looking a like. Your vision was nothing but a blur. You even confused Nancy for Steve at one point. All because she had on his jacket.

The funny thing is that she never even bothered to correct you. If it wasn't for Robin speaking up to tell you, it was actually Nancy you were talking to. You would still be calling her Steve the rest of the time.

The killer hangover you're destined to have in the morning made you wish you never started drinking tonight. Too late. You knew you were screwed by the fifth shot of tequila. You and Eddie were going to be in misery.

You stumble again and flop down on the couch next to someone. A man who you really can't even focus on any distinctive features. He's just there slumped back with his legs spread open holding a candle that he assumed was his beer can.

You may be drunk off your ass but not drunk enough to mistake a candle for a can of beer. You look over, and he's nothing but a blurry figure to you. You blink and blink, trying to figure out who he is. Your drunkened mind comes up with nothing. He is another stranger to you. Little did you know that's actually your boyfriend. Who you have been on the hunt for all night long.

You heard him mumbling something in coherent over and over again.

"What you say?" You slurred.

He burped before repeating. "I said you have seen my girlfriend? She's cute. You can't miss her."

"Oh no havent seen her...m'lookin for my boyfriend actually. He's a nerd you can't miss'em" you giggled and sat up a little.

"Haven't seen any nerds around." Eddie quipped and went to take a drink from the candle.

He made a face when nothing went into his mouth. He still has yet to notice his actual beer is on the table.

"Been lookin' for her all night. I even cried at the beer keg." He sounded like he was about to cry again. "Guys out there forced me to come sit down to calm myself."

You put your hand on his shoulder to comfort him. He sounded so sad you couldn't help but feel bad for him. "She's around here somewhere."

"My boyfriend is missing too, startin' to think he's in a bush passed out." You rubbed your eyes and laid back against the couch.

Eddie snorts and goes in his pocket to grab his pack of cigarettes.

"All I know is when I find that little shit I can pass out in peace." He slurred and practically ripped open his pack of cigarettes to get one out.

"Yeah, me too-- When I find my boyfriend, I'm passing out too." You hiccuped, and your eyes slowly got heavier. The party started to die down a lot. People were falling asleep or walking home.

"When you'd get here?" Eddie turned to face you. "Been lookin' for you all night!"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x blurb

[lovercomeback]

pure bliss (18+) | sejanus plinth

summary; peacekeeper duties have been taking a toll on sejanus. if there’s one thing you hate, it’s seeing him so upset. so, you try and make him feel better.

warning; tbosas spoilers!! (kinda), fem!reader, smut, semi-public sex, fingering, p in v

a/n; i haven’t written smut in a longgg time so please ignore how rusty this is 😭

word count; 1.4k

“sejanus?”

you had been peacefully laying in the meadow, sprawled out on a blanket and enjoying the warmth of the sun.

but when you heard soft footsteps approaching you, you sat up and watched as the boy made his way towards you.

his shoulders were slouched as he sat down next to you on your blanket. he leaned against your side, his arm loosely wrapping around your waist.

“hey,” he murmured, eyes fluttering as he kissed your forehead.

you took in his appearance, your lips curving into a slight frown as you noticed his visible eye bags. you reached a hand up, gently stroking his cheek and he leaned into the touch, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips.

“how are you, sweetheart?”

sejanus gave a small, half-assed smile, but it faded just as quickly as it had appeared. “i’m okay.” he nodded slowly, eyes on the ground. his hand reached down to feel the grass against his fingertips.

you took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers and giving him a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

his brown eyes flickered back up to your face, looking so sad, and tired.

“i didn’t want this,” he whispered quietly, eyes closing. his bottom lip quivered ever-so-slightly and his grip on your hand tightened. “i didn’t…i didn’t want this job. i wanted to be a medic. not…not a killer.”

you shook your head, reaching up to gently grab his jaw. he looked at you, eyebrows creasing slightly. “you, sejanus plinth, are not a killer. you could never be a killer. what happened to that man, it wasn’t your fault. you couldn’t have stopped it even if you tried. they would’ve hung you, too. and i can’t have that.”

his face looked so guilty, so heartbroken as he gazed at you. after a few seconds, he nodded slowly and took a few deep breaths.

“right…you’re right,” sejanus whispered. he placed his head against your shoulder, eyes closed and he let out a pleased sigh as he felt your hand begin to rub his back.

there was a peaceful silence between the two of you. even just this, just being near him was enough to have you feeling warm. you glanced back down at him, lips curling into a slight smile as you got an idea.

“you know what always cheers me up?”

his eyes peeked open ever-so-slightly and he gazed up at you with a curious look. “hm?”

when he saw you leaning in, his face lit up. your lips parted and you kissed him. a quiet gasp of surprise left your mouth as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

the kiss went from tender to heated in just seconds. the sounds of sejanus’ muffled pants and moans were enough to send waves of heat straight down to your cunt.

in the back of your head, you knew this wasn’t a very good spot to have sex. it felt dirty. but as you began to grind against the growing bulge inside sejanus’ pants, all rational thoughts left you.

sejanus’ hand slid between your two bodies, slipping under your skirt and gently pressing against your clothed cunt.

he was nearly panting as he tried his best to keep up with the kiss. his hands were quick, and somewhat sloppy, but the feeling of his thick, rough fingers against the fabric of your panties made you whine.

you pressed a hand to his chest, breaking the kiss to look at him. the sight of his swollen lips and dark, hungry eyes was delicious. the way he followed your lips, chasing that kiss was even better.

“hold on a minute,” you whispered, an amused expression on your face. you stood up, and sejanus’ eyes followed you, scanning every inch of skin he could see. he watched as you slid your panties down your legs, and then his hands hurriedly reached for his pants, unzipping them and kicking them off.

you watched, lips parted in desire, as he pulled his cock free. you’d seen it plenty of times before, but you’d never get tired of it. the veins, and the pretty, red tip which was leaking pre-cum. you thought back to the first time you’d seen his cock, and how eager you were to have him in your mouth.

sejanus looked up at you, a pretty smile on his face. you straddled his lap once more, and his hand didn’t hesitate to move back between your thighs. this time, there was nothing stopping him from coating his fingers in your wetness, and circling your clit.

it was pure bliss, having him touch you like this. the feeling of his fingers gently rubbing your clit. his hand slid down a little lower, and you let out a soft groan, eyes widening in surprise as two of his fingers slid inside your pussy.

he was nearly drooling at this point. you couldn’t blame him. feeling him inside your pussy, his fingers curling in just the right spots, it was almost enough to have you shaking. almost.

you eyed that gorgeous cock, which stood so tall and looked so eager to be touched. despite how much you loved sejanus’ fingers, there was no way you could settle for just them today.

“sejanus,” you moaned out. his lips curled into a smile. you knew how much he loved hearing you say his name. “i want…more, please.”

it took him a few seconds to realize what you were saying, but then his smile widened a little more.

he slid his fingers out of you and moved his hand to your waist, laying you on your back. the soft blanket underneath you felt nice, but the feeling of his hands spreading your thighs apart was even better.

sejanus looked so gorgeous above you, you couldn’t help but admire him. his focused expression as he coated the length of his cock with your juices, teasing your entrance and smirking when you shuddered underneath him. then, a gasp slipped past your lips as you felt the head of his cock begin to stretch your pussy.

sejanus’ eyes were closed, lips parted in a silent moan as you felt inch after inch of his cock.

“oh god,” he murmured, his head falling down to rest next to yours. he gave you a few seconds to adjust, and then he slowly drove his hips forwards.

quiet, breathy moans left you both. it was almost overwhelming, how much you were enjoying this. the feeling of his cock inside you, his soft, gentle mewls, and the way his chest pressed against yours.

you knew, after only minutes, that you would not be lasting very long. with the way sejanus was groaning in pleasure, it was clear he was having the same thought.

“sejanus,” you whispered, placing a hand on the back of his head. he groaned in reply, and you felt his hands clench the blanket underneath you.

he was beginning to move sloppier, his arms shaking on either side of your head. your hips moved with his thrusts, desperately craving that release.

“so…so good,” sejanus mumbled, his jaw going slack as he let out deep, breathy moans. your hand slid down, and you rubbed your clit in frantic circles. the sensation had your legs trembling, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as you came, your fingers soaked with your wetness. at that same moment, sejanus’ cock slid out of your pussy and you heard a groan of pleasure as hot ropes of cum landed on your thighs.

for a few minutes, the only sounds were your heavy pants. you could feel sweat dripping down your forehead, from both the sex and the sun beating down on your body.

sejanus’ eyes, full of adoration, fluttered open to look at you. his hand trembled ever-so-slightly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. you managed a small smile, and leaned up to kiss him tenderly.

“thank you,” he murmured. a soft, breathy laugh slipped past his lips as he smiled down at you.

“for what?” you questioned, eyebrows creasing together in confusion. for sex?

“for everything,” he rolled over to lay on his side, and his arm draped over your waist. “you’ve always been there for me. you always know how to make me feel better.”

your heart leaped in your chest, and you let out a quiet giggle as you leaned into him. “well…you deserve it. i want you to be happy, sweetheart.”

the peaceful silence between you two returned. you gazed out at the meadow, your mind calm, and your body relaxed. as you admired the gorgeous view, you tried to memorize the way that sejanus held you. you didn’t want to forget a single second.

#sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth #tbosas x reader #tbosas

[munivrse]

𓆩♡𓆪 Dead Man Walking

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c/w: light threats. mafia esque gambler bada. possessive bada (yall know thats my shit). smut. bada fingers reader!

a/n: hiii, just wanted to drop something small i did. i'm feeling a little better today. enjoy!!

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“god- fuck. you feel so good on top of me.”

bada’s hands are gripping your waist so hard you’re sure you’ll see bruises in a couple hours. she was so angry. she was fucking pissed.

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she’d had you perched in her lap as she sat at the oval table, balancing a couple chips in her hand. she brings you gambling and calls you her lucky charm each time. you know the real reason she wins is that she’s got a killer poker face (and knows the dealer personally,) but you humor her anyway.

she’d gotten caught admiring you for a little too long as the man across from her coughs,

“your turn, miss.”

bada doesn’t take her eyes off of you. not to check her hand, not doing a double take as she smoothly drawls out,

“raise.”

bada’s hand moves three forest green poker chips, each worth $25,000, to the pool. the man who addressed her earlier lets out a determined “call”, matching her bet. bada’s eyes stray from yours to his. a smirk stretches across her lips,

“brave of you.”

the man mirrors her smile,

“the money isn’t all i’m after.” his eyes flick from bada’s to your own, scanning your body up and down.

bada’s smirk falters and you feel her fingertips tap against your skin in irritation.

“tread lightly, sir. i wouldn’t want you to regret coming tonight.”

the man lets out a light chuckle, “oh come on miss lee, she can’t be worth more than a couple grand. you can’t give her up for just a night? she’s so pretty.”

bada’s jaw clenches as she tries to keep up her cool facade,

“she is, isnt she…”

bada looks straight at the man as she lays down her hand- a royal flush. she grabs your hand and kisses the back of it,

“you’d be wise to leave now, especially if you want to keep hold of that reckless tongue you have.”

the man’s smirk drops and he pales as he begins to realize that bada is not joking. he takes note in how the entire room tenses and how each dealer seems to stiffen at her words, almost ready to flee the scene at the drop of a hat. he slowly steps out of his chair, dignity stolen and $75,000 poorer. his steps are slow and soft as he exits the room.

bada’s leg bounces as she looks around. everything seems to be pissing her off now. the noise of poker chips hitting the table. cards being shuffled and sorted. all of it- every noise setting her off. she’s pulled out of her stupor by your soft hand tucking her hair behind her ear,

“you okay?”

her eyes close as she takes a deep breath. she counts to three and opens her eyes again. her personal dealer looks to her for confirmation and bada offers a short nod. the dealer stands and announces the following,

“okay, we’re closing up shop. time to go.”

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and now you’re here.

bada’s lips smashed against yours, tongue licking into your mouth. her hands gripping your waist like you’re going to disappear any moment now. she takes deep breaths as she parts from you, planting short kisses on your lips in between each pant.

“so pretty.”

you pull away, “only to you.”

bada scoffs, “i wish it was only to me,” she hikes your dress up to your waist, pushing your panties to the side as her fingers ghost over your cunt,

“fucking bastard-,” two fingers start to circle your clit and your legs spread more in her lap, “should’ve taken his fucking eyes out.”

bada’s fingers make their way from your clit to ghost over your opening,

“tell me baby,” her thumb applies pressure to your clit as her fingers dip into you, “who are you?”

you hiss as she starts a slow pace,

“your pretty baby.”

bada hums and plants a kiss at the base of your neck,

“again.”

your hands grip her shoulders,

“your pretty baby.”

bada sighs and decides she needed more. she grunts as she removes her hand from your cunt and lifts you off of her lap. she lays you onto the table, knocking down the mountain of chips in the center.

she fully removes your underwear and one hand circles around your neck, the other goes back to toying with your pussy. she inserts two fingers again and starts at a much rougher, faster pace than before.

“say it again. louder.”

you moan it out this time, hands coming up to grip her arm, “your pretty baby, bada. yours.”

she lets out a low chuckle as she towers over you, leaning down to press her lips against yours.

“so good for me, isnt that right angel?”

you nod against her. she keeps her lips against yours, swallowing your moans. she wanted to keep every part of you to herself. if she was just a little more fucked up, she’d lock you up in your shared home, not letting you leave under any circumstance. the way you’re mewling in her mouth, back arching and pussy clenching around her fingers, it makes her ponder on it for longer than normal.

“you gonna cum for me?” her fingers slow down, opting to curl up and press against your g-spot. you cry out, nearly thrashing against her. the hand around your neck tightens just enough to make you lightheaded. your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body lights up.

bada kisses the top of your forehead,

“cum for me, pretty girl.”

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee smut #bada x reader #smut #swf 2 #swf2 #swf 2 x reader

[highonmarvel]

Ribs (II)

Bucky Barnes: Mob!Bucky has you. 18+ only.

Part I: Ribs

content warnings here!

You have limited mobility in your left arm without having sharp pain shoot across your shoulder and, of course, damaged knee caps—Dr Banner replaced the shattered one, luckily your right knee only had flesh wounds, no damaged cartilage; you still needed a cane to walk, but three months later you could at least walk without the help of another person. Theee months.

How you had survived was more a curse than a blessing, you wished you’d just died on the spot.

Bucky hadn’t hurt you since, and if you didn’t know better, you might have assume he felt genuine remorse and guilt over his actions. He’d dragged you to the car and you assumed sedated you, because you next woke up in a hospital bed. He wasn’t even there when you opened your eyes. After everything he couldn’t even be bothered to fucking show up.

Dr Banner you wanted to believe was a good man who had just got caught up with Bucky’s line of work—you remember vaguely hearing Banner “owed him” and he was now his personal medic, patching him and his men up when things went awry. He had a sad look in his face when he noticed you gaining consciousness; he didn’t speak, you (physically) couldn’t, neither of you had to—he could sense the disappointment in you, that he was going to help cover up such a violent assault, so violent you couldn’t imagine Bucky had ever tortured one of his enemies this way—maybe he fucked them up, and fucked them up bad, but raping someone was beyond.

It took a few days for you to be able to be able to speak coherently and sit up on your own after initially waking up—not once did Bucky visit.

But Steve did.

Bucky was extremely strict with you not getting involved in his business, not talking to any men, including his own. You had seen Steve a few times, spent a little time with him as you waited for Bucky to wrap something up, and gathered he was Bucky’s right hand man, but you’d never really spoken to him, and you got the sense he was under strict orders not to speak to you.

His visits were short and from afar, but you caught him watching through the window a few times with the most somber expression: he knew this had gone too far.

One night, Dr Banner had left, the nurse slipped out for the second, and you caught Steve through the window, mouthed the words “Help me.”

His eyes widened, he looked down both sides of the corridor and you were sure he was going to rush in and do something, get you out, or even just speak to you, if not for encouragement at least some form of brief conversation outside of basic health questions with Dr Banner would have done—he could even have yelled at you, you just felt like you needed to speak to someone—but he didn’t; he shook his head and left.

Three weeks later you could go back “home,” they said—Bucky’s penthouse wasn’t home. It wasn’t a hospital you were in, it was one of Banner’s labs with a few hospital beds, the drive to the penthouse was less than ten minutes. Bucky hadn’t visited. You had expected to see him in the car, but when you were put in, it was a blond instead.

The door shut, the car started rolling, and Steve didn’t look at you.

“Steve,” you breathed, though you couldn’t reach towards him with your arm in a sling, “Please help me.”

He stared straight ahead, but you saw him gulp; you knew he was opposed to this, opposed enough to go against Bucky? You couldn’t even beg, plead for him to help, you were still a little fucked out on pain killers, but you had noted that day you could get him to help, even in just the slightest way. You could.

Steve pushed you in on a wheelchair, and when the elevator opened to reveal the lavish foyer, Bucky stood with a glass of scotch in hand and a small smile, a soft look in his blue eyes you never thought you’d see again.

He crouched down, eye level with you, “I’ll never hurt you again. Never.” And you had heard that before, you knew better than to believe him, but you just wanted this to be over, you forced yourself to believe him as tears spilt from his eyes, just enough to get through hell.

Even through the drugs, you could feel your ribs sting.

Three months now, and you went down for a glass of water in the middle of the night, not that you needed it, but you needed to get out of the bed you shared with a devil. He stirred, asked where you were going, he knew you had a glass right next to you, but you told him you just needed to stretch your legs more than anything, but only to the kitchen. To your surprise, he didn’t protest.

You hobbled down the stairs, cursing the winding steps as you made your way down, slowly.

Upon entering the kitchen,

“Steve.”

You say as you spot him leaning against the counter.

“You need to leave.”

Tears spring to your eyes. You knew it; you knew there was good in him; you knew he could do it.

You nod furiously as you take a step towards him.

There’s a sound, a loud sound, and a hole in Steve’s head, red seeping from his forehead, down his face, blank blue eyes staring back at you.

You can’t even scream, there’s a hand on your mouth instantly. Now you shake your head, struggling to breathe under the force of a palm pressed against your lips, heavily breathing through your nose, tears streaming down your face with such speed you’re momentarily worried you’ll run dry, dehydrated yourself and collapse on the kitchen floor.

Maybe this time he’ll kill you.

A knee connects with the back of your bad one and you fall forward onto your hands and knees, that splintering pain shooting through your legs again. You drop onto your stomach with a cry, reaching shaky hands down to hold your knees.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky coos as he crouches. He runs a hand down your cheek which you can’t even slap away, your own holding your legs as you breathe so shakily and heavily you’re near hyperventilating, body trembling.

“That wasn’t to hurt you, I just needed to get you down, okay? I didn’t hurt you, see?” he tries, tone gentle and assuring.

You manage to stretch your neck back to look up the room. You hadn’t even heard Steve’s body hit the ground, but there it lays, blue eyes once full of emotion devoid of it, and still staring back at you. Blood pools around him, staining the pristine white of the ostentatious kitchen.

Bucky places a hand on the back of your neck, bends your head forward to face him again.

“I don’t want to do this again,” he murmurs, eyes welling with tears, “I don’t want to hurt you again, but you can’t leave me, angel, you know that; it hurts both of us, and everyone around, see? Steve’s dead, my best friend, because of you; you killed my best friend.”

You don’t have the will to fight anymore; you’re broken, physically and mentally. You want to just nod, and you want to apologise, but you can’t through silent screams leaving your throat as you try to calm yourself from the hot, unbearable pain in your knees.

“And I still love you. I know you’re confused, but you love me too. Doll, you can do anything to me; scream, kick, try to kill me, if that’s what you want… but don’t ever leave me.”

His voice goes dark as he emphasises those last few words, so dangerously low you’re worried you’ll slip into that tone and keep falling in, and those words, more so the way he said them, will haunt you forever.

“That’s the one thing: don’t leave. I know it’s been difficult, but look at you still standing. Everything can be fine, you just have to stay. I can change, just don’t leave. I love you.”

It’s not love, nowhere near close, and you wish he’d never used that word and that he’d never use it again, it’s some fucked up need to possess, keep and own, to have and to hold, as an object, it’s like he just wants a doll—maybe that’s why he calls you that.

He places his gun aside, deliberately away from you, you can tell, and sits cross-legged next to you. His fingertips lightly graze your left shoulder. You wince through your other frantic efforts to adjust to your much more prominent pain, and he snatches his hand away, like you’re hot to the touch. Slowly, he brings his fingertips back, and though you jerk slightly, he doesn’t pull away. Calloused fingers graze where your shoulder had been popped out of place, and so gently he does it for a moment you forget he’s the one that caused it.

He presses down harder, and you cry out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers, over and over like a prayer. You look up at him and see that sinister glint in his eyes, that thing that possesses him, that look you know better than well, that look engraved into your mind, so deep it’s an integral part of you, at this point.

That sadistic glint. He will never change; he can’t change. And you can’t escape.

✪

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[manuscrypts]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 — a.wesker

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, tentacle / monster fucking, dub-con, swearing, slapping (face and ass), double penetration, forced oral (you’re choking on a tentacle), creampie, p in v sex, nipple play, biting, marking, 2.8K words

authors notes — so this is a short rewrite / repost of an oldish fic, but I just love dbd, wesker, and tentacles, so what better to rewrite than that? it’s a lot shorter than the last version though, we got straight to the fucking.

  the shockwave boomed through the air as yet another friend was sacrificed to the entity. that made two of them already gone, leaving just you and dwight to do the remaining three generators that were left.

 the terror radius pounded in your ears from all sides making it nearly impossible to tell where he was, and there was no sign of dwight, no sign of him being in chase or doing a generator. you crouched down behind the sofa as the killer dashed through the building, checking on the objective closest by.

 “shit, that was close…” you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

 “hey,” dwight whispered from the open door at the back, “you okay?”

 “yeah, I’m good, are you?”

 he nodded in reply, biting his nails as he looked around nervously. he was terrified and it wasn’t hard to see that, he always was, no matter how many times he was in a trial. you sighed to yourself knowing that nothing would get done if your teammate was too scared to do anything for the remainder of the trial.

 “dwight?” you shuffled quietly toward him, “go do the generator down the end of the street, and I’ll go distract wesker, okay?”

 the hesitation of your friend was obvious, the way he slowly opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, he gave you a sad nod and started carefully sneaking towards where you told him to go. you took a deep breath and shook your head, wondering how you always get yourself into these stupid situations for the sake of other people.

 you quickly vaulted the side of the house window to make as much noise as possible, running in a straight line to the other side of the street and as far away from dwight as possible. it didn’t take long for you to hear your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears, so much so that you could barely hear anything else.

 “there you are,” the familiar snarky voice spoke from the other side of the car from where you were standing.

 you gulped at the sight of him, your legs going weak at the knees but you knew you had to distract for as long as you possibly could, no matter what. you knew deep down you had no chance of keeping him in chase for three whole generators, especially because you knew dwight would hide the second  wesker and yourself got a little too close for his liking.

 without a second more hesitation, you turned and took of into the house at a full sprint, running through the living room and vaulting out the kitchen window to the side — it didn’t give you much distance considering wesker’s dash meant he caught up to you almost instantly. you ran the same loop as much as you could, vaulting the window and going back through the door, and he followed just the same.

 the entity finally blocked off the windows to you, and you didn’t notice until you were being slammed up against the wall next to it. you let out a gasp and cough, and stumbled through the living room, completely winded from the hit — you swore he managed to crack a few ribs from the way you were slammed against the cabinets. there weren’t any pallets left on your side of the map, most of them used from your now dead teammates, so instead you chose to run upstairs even though you knew that was probably the worst idea you could make — you’d stand a better chance running around the cars outside. 

 wesker gained on you instantly, dashing past you in the bedroom and stopping just shy of the window, blocking your escape route. he gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glowing menacingly behind his sunglasses — it was over, one generator hadn’t even popped and he’d already caught you, sure you could run back down the stairs but what was the point?

 “doesn’t seem like your friend is doing much, does it?” the killer spoke, taking a step closer to you and making you take one back in response until your back was flat against the wall, “I know you were just running from me as a distraction. had you made a deal with him, hm?”

 there wasn’t much you could do, he was stood toe to toe with you, staring down into your eyes with a finger hooked under your chin to force you to look up at him. he was right on the money though, that so called deal you made with dwight that didn’t exactly seem to be working out in your favour. it was obvious he’d been hiding, you know you’d been running long enough for at least one generator to be completed, and it didn’t seem like he’d been messing up and blowing it up at all.

 “so why did you bother chasing me if you knew I was just trying to keep your attention?” you questioned, venom laced words because you didn’t have enough courage to spit at him.

 “you’re telling me you’ve not noticed? I thought you were smarter than that, dear…” he trailed off as his finger ran down the middle of your neck and halted part way down your chest, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat.

 “notice what?” your voice was barely noticeable, too embarrassed to speak as his other hand rested beside your head, caging you into the room, obviously in response to him noticing you oggling the doorway and stairs.

 “never you mind.”

 wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting yours for only a second before he leaned down to your ear, “why is your heart beating so fast, are you that scared of me?”

 you held your breath and squeezed your eyes closed, you couldn’t even reply, it was like your throat had closed up — even if it hadn’t, you still wouldn’t be able to speak, there was nothing you could say in response. every nerve in your body was on fire, your stomach began doing flips, and you couldn’t help but get that warm sensation between your thighs that made you have to squeeze them together. you gulped and shook your head to yourself, you couldn’t get turned on, or even think about anything like that. he’s a killer, an evil man who takes pleasure in hunting you and your friends down and sacrificing you to some spider-legged being.

 “I don’t take kindly to being ignored.”

 his words pulled you from your thoughts, making you gasp for the air that you’d been depriving yourself of, “yes, I’m scared of you.”

 he smiled, “good.”

 his breath was hot against your neck, and it made the hairs on your skin stand on end. his hand moved down from your chest and brushed against your hip, just at the gap where your shirt rode up a little bit and exposed your skin. his leather covered hand pushed under your top, slowly working its way around until he had a firm grasp on your waist.

 “wait, what’re you—“ you began to speak out against his actions but were sharply cut off by his lips meeting yours.

 it was surprisingly more gentle than you’d expect from someone like him, yet there was still force behind it, a hunger that he needed satiating in that exact moment. his hand tightened against your side while his other hand interwinded in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you easier. you couldn’t pull away from him seeming how pinned you were against the wall, you pushed your hands against his chest in an attempt to protest but it didn’t make a difference — he was infinitely stronger than you, and you knew that he’d get what he wanted one way or another, whether he take it from you or you submit to him.

 “were you not being a distraction for your good friend to complete the objective?” he barely pulled away as he spoke, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip, ready to plunge itself into your mouth the second your lips parted.

 you wouldn’t kiss him back, and you surely wouldn’t let him stick him tongue in your mouth, but he had his ways. one harsh bite of your bottom lip forced you to gasp and part your lips for just an instant, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in. he let out a satisfied hum as his hand moved further up your side, his other hand joining to help push your shirt further up your body until your chest was exposed to his touch.

 “wesker, we can’t—“ you managed to stutter out between his incessant kisses, his hands wandering and groping at your chest continuously, pulling and twisting at your hard nipples.

 “yes we can.”

 finally the echo of a generator being completed in the distance sounded, and your heart skipped a beat, a little smile creeping across your face. you were surprised dwight had managed to pluck up enough courage to even complete one generator, but it meant there was a chance you could both escape…you just had to keep wesker distracted long enough.

 wesker grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and threw you to the bed that was beside the window, you yelped at the impact and it wasn’t even a second before he grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed towards him all in one fluid motion. his hands worked quickly at stripping you from your clothes, not giving you much chance for protest. before you could move your hands to cover yourself up, he was already on top of you, kissing up and down your neck while he slotted himself between your open legs.

 “don’t fight me, you know you won’t win…” he whispered in your ear with a mocking tone which made your stomach twist around itself.

 the familiar squelching sound of his tentacles sliding out from the sleeve of his coat filled the otherwise silent room, and he responded with a chuckle when your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do.

 you shook your head and made an attempt to close your thighs, but his body made it impossible to even try. the tendrils slithered up your thigh, leaving a cool, wet trail behind them — you whimpered quietly to yourself as you felt the tip of one of them rubbing up and down your cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. you didn’t want to feel good, you didn’t want him to do this but the feeling of them touching you in a way you’ve longed to be touched was too much almost immediately.

 “w-wesker,” a quiet moan, “please don’t.”

 your begs fell upon deaf ears, after all he could tell by the way your legs quivered at his touch that you wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more than he. the tentacle rubbed up against your throbbing clit, moving round in circles as much as it could to stimulate you while another prodded up against your hole. you winced at the feeling of it slithering its slimy way into you, stretching you out just a little too much for it to feel good straight away — but the feeling of pain quickly subsided as it began pumping in and out of you at a calm pace, pushing itself as deeply into you as it possibly could, the other tentacle still rubbing at your clit to distract you.

 “fuck—“ your back arched from the bed and your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his leather coat.

 wesker leaned down and kissed at your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark while his uroborus fucked into you, gradually speeding up the more your cunt tightened around it. the knot in the pit of your stomach was building up too quickly, but he wasn’t done with you, as his lips met yours, another tentacle slipped into you; this time it was in your ass. as you gasped his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, moving and exploring just as his tendrils did to your holes.

 the sounds of moaning and your wet cunt being fucked started to fill the room, as much as you hated yourself for giving in and letting yourself be used like this, it felt too good to care. his tentacles all moved quicker at a different pace to one another, burying themselves so deep into you, you didn’t even know it were possible.

 “that’s it, submit to me.” he leaned back and kissed down till his mouth latched around your nipple, his free hand tugging and pulling on the other.

 “wesker—“ your back arched and your pussy clenched around the tentacles, his name continuously falling from your mouth as you finally came, hard.

 before you could even register your orgasm, the tentacles retreated back and wesker slotted himself between your thighs more snuggly. he teased his cock up and down your wet slit before pushing straight into you, not giving you a second to adjust to the girth difference before he was pounding into you. he fucked you with an ungodly speed, another proof that he wasn’t a human, he was something a lot more than that.

 “fuck…” his voice was nearly inaudible, but still you managed to hear him say something you didn’t think he’d ever say.

 he pushed your legs up to your chest and held his hands against the back of your knees, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you. every thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but it didn’t hurt, because every single thrust had him hitting that gummy spot inside of you that had a moan being forced from you against your will. it didn’t take much longer for his tentacles to reappear, multiple of them wrapping themselves around your legs and arms — two pushing themselves into your ass while two teased your tits. as you opened your mouth to beg wesker to slow down, a tendril forced its way into your mouth, pushing its way deep down your throat and making you gag with each violating thrust.

 your eyes watered, you were overwhelmed and overstimulated but wesker and his power showed no signs of stopping. he was going to break you, mind and body, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

 the sound of another generator popped in the near distance and you couldn’t help but whimper, there was still a chance. your eyes were looking out the window toward the sounds as you felt a stinging pain across your face.

 “do not take your attention from me, from this.” he pounded into you with almost brutal force with each word he spoke.

 tears began rolling down your cheeks as you came again, you could barely breathe, barely see, barely even stay awake. your entire body ached with every hole being abused so brutally, so amazingly. you looked up at wesker the best you could but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you could hear him laugh at you and say something, but you’re not sure what he said, you couldn’t concentrate enough. he used that moment to flip you onto your knees, his hands gripping tightly at your hips while he pumped into you, his tendrils still not moving from what they’d been doing all along.

 your upper body collapsed against the mattress, only your hips being help up by weskers grip on you. the sounds of your muffled moans, weskers panting, and the slick sound of tentacles abusing you was definitely loud enough for dwight to hear if he came anywhere near the house, but in that very moment you couldn’t care less. wesker slapped your ass with every few thrusts, his leather gloved hand making it sting just that bit more, but he intended for his hand print to be left behind long after he had his way with you.

 you couldn’t tell how much longer he was fucking you for, how many times you came and had your juices running down the inside of your thighs and onto the mattress below, how many tears you shed into the pillow your face was buried into but finally the final generator popped. it didn’t take wesker much longer to coat your womb with his cum when he heard that familiar sound — he wasn’t happy.

 his tentacles slowly removed themselves from your stretched and abused holes as he stepped away from you. you instantly crumpled into the bed and coughed, catching the breath you hadn’t been able to get for as long as his tentacle was shoved down your throat.

 “you stay here, I have someone else to deal with,” he stood and sorted his clothes out before brushing his hair back out of his face, “then I’ll be back to finish what I started here.”

#ꕤ 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 ⌨️ #albert wesker x reader #dead by daylight #resident evil #dbd x reader #dbd albert wesker #resident evil x reader #albert wesker x female reader #tentacle fucking #monster fucking

[glassartpeasants]

Birds of a Feather

Eustass Kid/Killer x F!Reader

Warnings: Slight gore, blood, angst, fluff, hanakai disease, long fic and tiredly edited

A/N: This took to long to write and to long to type but thank god it's over. Now i can put myself through more self induced torture <3

~~~

It hurts to even hear about him. Even hearing his name felt like cyanide bubbled in your lungs. The pain was something you’ve never experienced before or think you’ll experience again. If you survive first, that is.

It’s been six months since it started. You remember the day the first petal left your lips.

“Oi (Y/N)!” His voice calling your name had your heart skipping a beat. It was like an addictive melody you never wanted to stop. Looking in his direction, you see Kid walking towards you with a scowl on his face. You watched as he passed by the multiple incapacitated Marines that everyone had just finished fighting.

“Yes, Captain? How can I help you?” The way his amber eyes looked down on you had your toes curling in your shoes.

“You almost got Killer hurt 'cause you got your head in the fucking clouds! He had to save your dumbass 'cause you couldn’t see a marine charging straight in front of you, so he had to step in front of you!” Guilt ate you as you lowered your head and fiddled with your fingers. You didn’t mean to zone out; you just happened to look in Kid’s direction and saw him beating every Marine that crossed his path. He looked so beautiful. The way he carried himself and how his laughter rang made your heart do flips. To entranced with Kid, you didn’t see the marine charging at you. Thankfully, Killer did and came to your aid.

“I’m sorry. I just lost focus for a second. I promise it’ll never happen again.”

“Your right it won’t. Cause next time it does, I’m kicking you off the ship. I don’t need weak losers who can’t defend themselves on my crew.” Feeling yoru lip tremble, you try to control your breathing. The last thing you want is to cry in front of him.

“Understood.” With those final words, Kid turns and leaves you standing on the battlefield where tons of defeated Marines lie. As soon as Kid’s footsteps leave your hearing, is when you finally let the tears slip down your cheeks. An unbearable urge to cough erupted in your lungs from the lack of air you inhaled. With a harsh cough, you feel something unlodge from your throat.

Looking down, you see a petal slowly descend to the ground.

“What the?” Grabbing it gently, you study the petal. Trying to figure out if it was the thing that came from your throat.

“(Y/N)! Let’s go!”

“Coming!” Looking down at the petal, you drop it and run towards the Victoria Punk.

~~~

You stand along the railing of the ship as you look at the sunset. The beautiful sight only made a frown appear on your face as the memory of that day sours the scenery.

Remembering the memory more clearly, had another cough leaving your lips. It had tears brim your eyes at the sheer intensity of it. This time, it was the most painful cough yet. When you look down towards your arm, you feel your heart stop, and your eyes widen.

Small bits of blood covered your arms as three white petals laid against your skin. Specks of blood scattered across your skin, and spots littered the flower petals as well. You knew that the flower those petals came from was a white carnation. 

Moving your hand to your lips, you gently rub your fingertips along your mouth. Looking down at your hands, you're met with horror, and time stop. A newfound fear made home in your head as you looked at the scene in front of you. The beautiful sunset was replaced by a painful surprise

~~~

Standing in front of your mirror; your eyes can only hound in on the gorgeous carnation that has seemingly bloomed on your cheek overnight. Instead of the gorgeous white petals, you coughed the day before, it was fully bloomed yellow carnation.

Your hand shakes as you reach up to touch the flower. It’s soft petals brushing against your fingers. Gently grabbing the eternity of the flower, you carefully try to pull it off. You hiss, realizing the pain that followed. Gritting your teeth, you take a deep breath before harshly ripping off the cursed flower.

“Fuck!” Grabbing your cheek, you see blood slip through your fingers. Looking around, you see a clean white tank top peaking out from your dresser. You quickly grab it and push it against your cheek. Considering the tank top was so thin, you needed to grab a bandage right away. Unfortunately, the infirmary was a bit away, and it was daytime; who knows who’d be out and about? What if someone saw you? All you could do was run as fast as you could and pray no one saw you.

Grabbing the door handle, you open it and close it as quickly as possible, making a dash for the infirmary. You run as fast as you can without drawing any attention to yourself. Yet just as you see the infirmary door, a familiar voice calls to you.

“(Y/N)? What are you running for?” 

‘Shit, it’s Killer.’ You try to give him a quick answer, but the now bloody tank top catches Killer's eye.

“Holy shit (Y/N)! What the fucked happened?!”

“It’s nothing! No need to worry!”

“That cloth is basically drenched!” Killer walked towards you and finally managed to get a good look at you as he grabbed your arms.

“Let me see it.” You gulp before gently lowering the tank top. The small patch of missing skin finally gets air.

“What the hell happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it. So please, Killer, drop it. I promise I’m okay. I’m nothing you need to worry about.” Killer’s grip loosens as he looks at you.

“Fine. But I’m fixing it.” Knowing that you weren’t getting out of it any more than you did, you agreed and followed him to the infirmary. The awkward silence suffocating.

“Thank you. You don’t have to, but thank you.”

“It’s…no problem.”

~~~

Killer did a great job patching your wound. He was so careful and treated you like you were made of glass. It’s been forever since you’ve felt so much care.

Thankfully, you never coughed when you were near him. If he reacted like that about your cheek, how’d he react if he saw you cough up blood and a random flower petal? A freak-out would probably be the proper reaction. The only freakout that needed to happen was yours when more flowers bloomed on your skin. Many of them you’ve never seen before. The same happening with the petals you coughed up.

A week has gone by since then, and every flower petal you’ve coughed up and every flower you’ve picked from your skin you kept and put in a box under your bed. You wanted to identify them and possibly see if there was any meaning to any of them. They had to mean something, right?

To your luck, the Vicotria Punk was stopping at an island to get supplies. You could get off and hopefully find a florist or a book to tell you everything you need to know.

“Everyone get ready to dock!” Kid’s voice boomed across the ship, making you grab a mask quickly and the box of flowers you’ve kept hidden under your bed. It wasn’t even seconds after you left your room is when the heat started killing you. While it was your own fault due to the fact you had to cover up every ounce of skin just to make sure the flowers stayed hidden, it was miserable. The flowers that corrupted your body tortured you in more ways than one.

Despite the dreaded heat, you quickly run off the ship, box in hand, and make your way to town, only to be stopped by a strong arm grabbing your shoulder. Turning your head, you feel your cheek heat up, seeing Kid looking at you.

“Where the hell are you going dressed like that?” You didn’t want to lie to him, but he was the last person you wanted to know about your struggles.

“Just disguising myself so I can go into town and grab some things without having the Marines be called.” Smiling up at him through your mask, you can feel your palms start to sweat as you hope it is enough for him.

“And the box?”

“Clothes that I’m gonna get rid of.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to hide your nervousness.

“Alright. Grab me a screwdriver. Lost mine.” Kid let go of your shoulder and started to turn around.

“Yes, Captain!” Turning back to town, you begin your journey once more. 

The sun beats down against you as you look desperately for a florist or bookstore. The town was smaller than you originally thought, and it made you fear that neither would be available. What would happen if you couldn’t find it? What would happen to you?

“Oof!” While your mind ran wild, you missed the small old lady who had come out in front of you. Falling backward, you drop your box of flowers, causing them to pour out. The bloody flowers and petals out on display.

“I’m so sorry miss! Please forgive me!” Looking up, you see the little old lady smiling at you before looking at you flowers.

“What are those dear?” Seeing your flowers scattered about, you immediately tried to hide them all up back in the box.

“O-Oh! Nothing! Just some arts and crafts!” You let out a nervous chuckle, hoping she couldn’t see past your lie. But the way she looked at you up and down let you know that she didn’t believe you for a second.

“It’s hot outside; why are you wearing something that could give you heat stroke?”

“I just get sunburnt easily! No one likes that, right?” Before you could say another word, the old lady’s face turned serious.

“Come with me. I know.” Before you can utter another word, she grabs your hand and starts dragging you out of the public eye. You thankfully managed you grab your box before she started dragging you into an alley. It was clutched tightly in your hands as you followed the old woman to wherever she was taking you. Simply looking at her, you didn’t deem her a threat, so you just let her drag you.

A small shack behind the bigger buildings comes in sight. The lady drags you harder as you try to figure out what’s going on.

“Hey, uh, where are you taking me?”

“Must talk in private. Your in danger girl.” Her words made unease rise in your gut as you allow her to drag into the small shack. Made from wood, you see tons of trinkets and what some would describe as a ‘witches cabin’.

“Sit girl.” The woman sits you down before standing in front of you. She looks you up and down before grabbing a book from her bookshelf and sitting in front of you.

“Who are you? Why did you drag me here? Where exactly is here?” Question spiraled in your mind as the lady grabs your box and opens it without a heads up.

“Hey! What do you think your-”

“Worse then I thought.” Her words cause a bead of sweat to run down your forehead. Putting the box down, she grabs your hand and holds it with both of her own.

“Your in danger girl.”

“Danger? What are you talking about?”

“You carry a disease that only victims of one-sided love can obtain. Your attire and the box of bloody flowers tells everything.”

“What?! That’s impossible, no way!” You try to rip your hand from hers but her grip was stronger then you could have ever thought.

“The flowers that adorn your skin only bloom on those with an unattainable love. Your mask covers up the petals you cough up does it not?” Her words cause your heart to stop as you look at her with wide eyes. How could she know something like that? You’ve only met this woman today and she’s already telling you things that only you knew.

“How did you-”

“I too once suffered the disease you carry. I know when someones infected when i see it.” Words seem to get stuck in your throat as you racked your brain on how she could possibly know that your in such a position.

“Who is the person you love?” Stuttering, you finally managed speak.

“My Captain. I’m in love with my Captain. Now tell me this disease you claim I have.” A sigh leaves the lady lips as she grabs the book she put next to her. The sound of pages turning had your heart berating faster then you’d care to admit.

You jump when she slams the book down and points to a page. Leaning down you begin to read what it said.

“Hanaikai disease? Sounds fake.”

“Keep reading!”

“Okay! Okay!” Not wanting to anger her, you continue to read.

Hanaikai Disease is a supposedly fictional disease that affects the victims of one-sided love. While said to be fictional, there are cases in recent history where people have claimed to suffer from it. It’s said to be extremely painful the longer it stays inside its host.

Symptoms always start the same. The victim begins to cough up flower petals of the flower that represent how the victim feels about the love they feel for the one they adore.

It’ll continue until flowers start blooming through the skin. Taking off said flowers is extremely painful and highly advised not to do. It causes the flowers to bloom more aggressively and become more painful to remove. During this stage, the victim will cough up blood along with the petals. This is a sign that the disease has finally fully affected the lungs. It’ll get more difficult to breathe.

Next, it’ll drain your energy quickly. Leaving you looking sickly and in even more pain as the disease starts to affect the organs outside the lungs. The victim will be coughing more than before, and what seems like green veins will cover the victim's body. Flowers soon start to cover the rest of the skin on the arms and legs.

Once it’s gotten to this point, the chances of survival are close to none. The disease has taken over the victim's body to the point all one can do is watch as the disease slowly corrupts the body.

The victim will slowly lose their ability to breathe before taking their last breath. What happens to the body after death is unknown. Many death records that were supposedly based on this disease have either been lost or destroyed. 

Your mouth was agape reading the horrible words inked on the page. The book tells you things you’ve experienced and what you have yet to endure. How could something so terrifying be so real? No, it couldn’t be real!

‘There is no way in hell this could be real! This has to be a fucked up dream!’ The old lady rubs her thumb along your hand.

“My dear, you need to let him go. He will be the death of you.”

“But-” Looking down at the book once more, you see what’s the only cure for the hell you’ve been contaminated with.

The only known cure for this disease is when the victim's love interest ends up loving them back or the victim loses feelings for the one they loved.

“Lose feelings? How can I do that?” The little old lady closes the book and places it next to her before getting up and moving to grab another book from the bookshelf. She then makes her way to you and trades your box for the book.

“Hey! I need those!”

“Old flowers won’t help. New flowers are the ones you need to worry about.” The lady motions you to sit up and you do so without a word. It's not like you could form words anyway after knowing what you have to do if you want to survive. 

“It’s time for you to go. A pirate never stays in one place for long.” Pushing you out the door, the old lady says nothing more before slamming the door behind you.

It all happened so fast that it felt like your head was spinning. Being told that a disease you’ve never heard before was gonna kill you? How could someone respond to that? And then get kicked out before all your questions could be answered? While a million questions still ran through your head, all you could do was stand and look around to try and process what you’ve been told. 

~~~

Making your way back to the Victoria, you couldn’t help but feel how heavy your heart had become. Having been told that the man whom you’ve dedicated everything to was going to be the death of you? That the only way to live through the raging disease was to just get over him or have him love you back? Both of those options seemed impossible. Why couldn’t the universe just let you be?

The Kid Pirates were all you had. You had no family or life to get back to. The thought of leaving was out of the question. There had to be something else.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Kid’s voice rang through your ears, making you snap out of your thoughts. Looking up, you see him stumbling over to you. The closer he got, the more the overwhelming smell of sake became.

“Captain! I got your screwdriver! The best one they had!” Even though it was the most expensive one, it was easy to steal. But then again, you’d steal a warlord's treasure if he asked you-

A harsh cough started to leave your lungs. You could feel the ragged petals leave your throat before getting caught in the mask you wore.

“Ah, just what I was looking for.” Kid completely ignored the horrific cough, much to your delight. You were happy that he didn’t notice and that you picked out the perfect one. It was like your body was on fire when you felt him ruffle your hair.

“Such a good girl.” His laughter had your heart doing flips. The way he spoke made your legs feel weak. Even though he was drunk, you’d take his praise anytime.

“Let’s go. We don’t wanna miss our ride, do we?” Without another word, your lifted off the ground and thrown over Kid’s shoulder. If you could explode in happiness right now, you would. He’s so close. He’s holding you and carrying you in the Victoria Punk. It has to mean something! He’s never done this before! Could this be a sign that he likes you too? Maybe it could possibly stop the disease from spreading?

~~~

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and booze. Kid was so close to you the entire night! Anytime he touched you, it felt like an electric shock shooting through your skin. It was welcomed as you couldn’t help but feel your heart gush. The pain of the disease lessened when he touched you, and combined with the amount of alcohol you’ve ingested, you practically forgot about it last night.

It especially slipped your mind when he kissed you.

You and Kid were walking toward your room, and when you got there, you went to say goodnight to Kid, only for him to pull you close and slam his lips to yours. Your mind filled with colors as the taste of sake filled your mouth when he slid his tongue passed your lips. Digging your fingers in his hair, you pull him closer, wanting to feel all of him pressed against you. Kissing him felt like a dream come true. No amount of imagination compared to how soft Kid’s lips truly were. 

It felt like you were kissing him for an eternity before he pulled away. Saliva connected the two of you as you pant, trying to regain air. Your heart beats rapidly as you look at Kid’s lips. His beautiful red lipstick smudged. Every bone in your body yelled at you to kiss him again. Telling you that he was right in front of you.

“Kid! Where you at?” Killer’s voice echoed in the hallway, causing you both to split quickly.

“Ah, shame. Just as we were having fun. Well, see you later, princess.” He ruffled your hair again as he drunkenly stumbled towards Killer’s voice. Kid’s words echoed in your head like an addictive song. If Killer didn’t call him, what would’ve happened? 

All you could do was dream.

~~~

A knocking on your door woke you up from your drunken slumber. The intensity of the knock gave you teh impression it was your red headed captain. 

The same Captain you kissed last night. 

Your eyes shot open at the realization of him being right outside your room. It’s only been a few hours and now you had to face him. A sober him.  Jumping out of bed, you start finding any sort of pajamas that made you look as cute as possible. Once struggling to get the clothing on, you rush to the door and open it. 

“Oh hey, captain. How can I uh-help you?” Even trying to keep you cool, you can feel your face burning. The look that Kid gives you made your heart beat against your ribs. What could he be thinking about behind those amber eyes?

“Hey. About what happened last night-”

“Oh! Yeah, I-”

“Forget it.” 

“Huh?”

“Forget that ever happened. It was an accident, and we were both drunk.” Hearing his words had your blood turn cold and your heart stop. Trying to hide what you felt inside, you put on a tough face.

“Yeah, haha. I was super drunk. Surprised I'm even able to walk.” Trying to hide your cracking voice, you were thankful that the mask hid your trembling lip.

“Good. See you around.” Without another word, Kid turned his back and walked down the hallway. You closed your door, and as soon as you did, the painful sensation of needles pricking your lungs started to reemerge. Struggling to stay on your feet, you fall to your hands and knees as you try to breathe. Ripping off your mask, you can hear yourself heaving. A stabbing pain hit your back as you let out the worst cough you’ve ever done so far. It left tears in your eyes as you coughed hard enough to see more blood than petals. 

You felt like a fool. Why did you think that he liked you? It was a drunk mistake. Why couldn’t you see how stupid you were? He’d never shown any interest in you before, so why did you think he liked you after a single kiss?

Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, but the sound of harsh coughing had your mind freezing. It sounded exactly like yours. 

But it wasn’t.

You still could barely breathe, but how can a cough sound so similar? It sounds exactly like yours. Just as pained as yours. 

Getting up, your struggle trying to stay on yoru feet. Catching yourself in the mirror, you see another flower having appeared right above your heart. It wasn’t there when you put the shirt on; did it bloom when you weren’t looking? You didn’t even feel it!

Swearing under your breath, you grab another turtleneck-like shirt and keep on the long pajama pants. The more skin and flowers hidden, the better.

Leaving your room, the harsh coughing only continued and it added unease in your gut. It sounded exactly like yours when you were in yoru room, but the closer you got, you could hear the deeper tone to it. It sounded close by, so it couldn’t be far.

You follow the noise towards the infirmary. Stopping by the door, you place your ear against it. Your eyes widen hearing the voice behind the coughing. Especially what the voice said.

“Dumb flowers. What the fuck are you?” Biting your lip, you open the door quietly and peek inside. The man you never thought you’d be sharing your struggles with was right in front of you. Bloody flowers surrounded a familiar blue and white striped mask.

“Killer?” Your voice gentle as you enter the room before closing the door.

“Shit (Y/N)!” He quickly put on his mask and turned towards you, Hiding his arm behind his back.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“It’s fine.” The silence was agonizing before Killer spoke up.

“I should go. I uh have to grab something.” Before he can walk out, you stand in front of him and place your hands on his chest.

“You need to see something. It’s important."

“Sorry, but I really have to-”

“I have it too.” Another dreadful silence fills the air as Killer steps back.

“What?” Pulling down the collar of your shirt. A SIngel carnation lying on your collarbone comes into Killer’s view.

“The day you helped stitch my face? It was caused by me pulling off a flower. The reason I’m wearing a mask? To hide the flower petals that leave my mouth when I cough.” Feeling another cough coming on, you pull down your mask and cough into your elbow. Petalserupt from your throat and making tears rim yoru eyes. Once finished, you show your arm to Killer. His speechless reaction made you worry as you threw away the petals and wiped off blood splatter on your skin.

“Do you…know what it is?” Sitting down on the infirmary bed, you pat the spot next to you. Killer seemed to think for a second before sitting down hesitantly and looking at you through his mask.

“It’s kinda hard to explain and understand, so I’ll go slow. Cause even after knowing, I’m still struggling to believe it.” Taking a deep breath, you start to tell him everything the old lady shared with you.

~~~

It was silent in the infirmary after you explained the situation to Killer. You couldn’t blame him if he didn’t believe you. Hell, you still didn’t want to believe it yourself. How could you question the old lady who told you? You’ve never met her before, and she somehow knew that you were suffering simply by looking at you.

“If you're fucking with me (Y/N), I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m obviously suffering with it too! Why would I lie to you?” Just then, Killer let out a harsh cough, and you can see a small droplet of blood fly out from one of the many holes in his mask.

“Hey! Are you okay, Killer?” You place your hand on his shoulder, and his cough only gets worse.

“Shit, I’ll go get you some water!” Running to the kitchen, you throw open the cabinets to grab a glass. You can feel your heart beat rapidly against your ribs as you desperately fill up the glass of water. Once filled, you make your way back to the infirmary. Killer’s cough no longer echoed in the hallway.

“Okay, I got your water-Heyyy, Captain.” To your dismay, you see Kid once again. This time, standing in front of Killer with his arms crossed. His scowl has your palms sweating. You quickly give Killer his water before trying to escape the uncomfortable situation you were subjected to.

“Sit your ass down.” Mouthing a silent ‘fuck’, you turn around and sit on the bed next to Killer once again.

“Care to tell me why the both of you have been acting so fucking weird these past few weeks?” Killer stayed silent, as did you. How were you supposed to explain a disease to a man who didn’t have it? Explain to the man that’s the reason for your suffering through this. Not to mention how it’s supposed to be fictional.

“Fucking spill it.”

"It's hard to explain."

“I don’t care. Tell me why you two are acting so differently, damnit!”

“We both got sick. We’re just helping one another since we got the same thing.”

“Is it contagious?”

“No.”

“Then there's no reason to be distant dipshits.” You sigh and rub your ace. This wasn’t going well at all. Kid’s tone was all you needed to know how close he was to blowing up. You move to whisper in Killer's ear, and you see Kid’s eyes narrow.

“Should I show him the flower on my collarbone? I don’t want to make you take off your mask.”

“That’s a good idea, yeah. Thank you.”

“What the fuck are you two whispering about?” Grabbing your shirt, you pull down the fabric just enough for the flower to be visible. With a nervous voice, you start to explain.

“It’s called Hanakai Disease. Its symptoms include coughing up flower petals and having fully bloomed flowers appearing on your skin as well. The flowers eat away at your body until your nothing but flowers yourself. It’s caused by one-sided lov-”

“You really expect me to believe that shit?! Flowers?! Do I look like a fucking idiot?!” Panic started setting in as you saw the anger swirling in Kid’s eyes.

“I’m telling the truth! I’d never lie to you! Killer, tell him!” Instead of backing you up, Killer stays silent.

“Killer!” Yet no words left his mask. Shocked and having your own anger flooded through your veins at Killer’s silence.

“Are you fucking serious? Help him believe us! Show him or tell him we aren’t lying!” The room was silent again, and you saw Kid’s face getting red with anger. Obviously, Killer wasn’t gonna help Kid understand, so you’d made up your mind to just walk away. You didn’t want to deal with Kid’s rage.

“Why did I even bother telling you? I knew you wouldn’t believe me. No fucking thanks to you, Killer. Fucking asshole.” Opening the infirmary door, you leave the two men while slamming teh door behind you. You can feel tears start to slip down your cheeks as Killer's silence has your heart burning. Just as you thought you weren’t alone, life came back to kick you in the ass.

The suffocating urge to cough soon became too much to bear as you leaned against a wall and started coughing. It felt as if there was a whole frog in your throat from the sheer intensity of your coughs. It made your legs feel weak as you struggled to stay standing. You even take off your mask to hopefully try to get more air to breathe.

Finally, whatever was lodged in your throat managed to fly past your lips with one last harsh cough. A silent thump was felt against your skin as you started to rub your eyes to get rid of the tears. Your blurry vision soon turns normal as you try to find the source of your painful cough. When your eye catches something on the ground, you feel time stop. Instead of what should have been a few measly petals, was replaced by a fully intact yellow carnation. There was a small blood splatter from where the bloodied flower hit the floor. With shaky hands, you grab the flower, looking at it in horror.

Turning your head around to see if anyone saw what happened, you start running as fast as you can to your room.

The book the lady gave you was a flower guide. It told you all teh meanings of the flowers you’ve coughed up. Along with a handwritten note on the stages of the disease. It was almost as if she’d been saving it for another poor soul suffering from the same fate.

~~~

“Hey (Y/N)! Breakfast is ready!” Heat’s voice breaks through your slumber as the morning sun shines against your face. When you open your eyes, you see multiple flowers lying in front of your face. Dried blood covering teh bed sheets and flowers. You must have been coughing them up while you were asleep.

A frown plasters on your face looking at the flowers. Your day already ruined before lunch.

With a deep breathe, you start to move your body out of bed. Yet as soon as you go to stand up, your legs immediately give out under you, causing you to fall to the cold floor.

“You good?”

“I’m fine! Just dropped my book!”

“Alright. Well Killer made pancakes so hurry up before Kid hogs them all!” A sour taste fills your mouth hearing the two mens names. Killer’s lack of back up and Kid’s outburst burned your already bleeding heart. Seeing their faces right now wouldn’t be the best decision for you.

Managing to crawl upon the bed, you feel your body grow cold seeing 2x the amount of flowers you had on you yesterday. That and the small green lines that veined down yoru legs. Words seemed to die in your throat as you look at your arms, worried the same fate had already happened to them. Thankfully though, they were the same as when you went to sleep. Still, you couldn’t go out with your legs in this condition.

“I’m not hungry but thank you for letting me know!” No way you could go out. Especially when you can stand on your own two feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Just not feeling the best! Do you think you could grab me some bandages? I have to change mine from last night after an accident!”

“Uh okay? Sure you didn’t fall?”

“Yep! Positive!”

“Okay I’ll believe you. Be right back!”

“Thank you Heat!” You can hear his footsteps leave and only then did you relax. Looking down at your legs, a wave of anger hit you as you stare at the beautiful flowers laying against your skin.

It wasn’t fair. How come it had to happen to you? Why was the world so cruel to taunt you with your unrequited love by having it be the thing that kills you? The flowers littering your skin gave you cruel reminders that no matter how hard you tried to ignore the painful burning of your lungs, it was useless. The worst thing about it was all you had to do is let the man you love go. But how were you suppose to do that? Even thinking about him has a cough bubbling in your throat.

It was so stupid to fall in love with the red-headed brute in the first place. He wouldn’t love you back anyways. His goal is his top priority, and who were you to take that away from him? Plus, even if you were to confess and he rejected you, you fear you’d never be able to stop loving him. A cruel fate is what your life was given to.

You roughly grab one of the flowers and crush it in your hand before ripping it away from your skin. The sickening sound of ripping skin rand across yoru room but you didn’t care. The pain you felt in your heart outweighed the pain of the flowers. Grabbing another one, you begin to rip off all the flowers adorning your legs. Missing patches of flesh appeared each time you ripped off a flower. Blood started leaking from the wounds, yet you paid no mind. Why should you? It’s not like they won’t just regrow. Nothing stitches or bandages can’t fix. 

You could feel your body getting weaker simply looking at teh green veins that adorned your skin. Knowing it had gotten to this stage scared teh shit out of you but what could you do? Kid probably hated you now. God why did this stupid disease have ot be so ridiculous?

KNOCK KNOCK

‘Must be Heat.’ With a deep breath, you get up on shaky legs, putting all your weight as you use the bed to move towards the door. You can feel blood dribble down your legs and onto the wooden floor. Grabbing the doorknob and putting all the strength you had to keep yourself propped up, you open the door while hiding your bloodied legs behind it. To your dismay, instead of Heat bringing you the bandages, it was the man you wanted to avoid.

“Hey. Heat was busy, so I brought them.” Staying silent, you look at him with a visible frown.

“I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. I was just too shocked to believe it. I didn’t want to believe it, so I tried to ignore the reality.”

“You could have at least shown a flower on your arm or something! But no! Now he thinks I’m a liar, and you know he hates those!”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Kid’s calmed down now, but I didn’t fully tell him all of it after you left. He shouldn’t think your lying anymore, okay? So come eat, you look sick.”

“I’m fine now, just give me the bandages and go away-” Before you had teh chance to cover your mouth, you harshly cough up another flower. It lands by Killer's feet, causing the man's eyes to widen behind his mask. Turning back up to you, he sees your still coughing and how your struggling to stay up. Your legs stumbled out from behind the door, and he saw your blood-covered legs. Thankfully, he managed to catch you before you lost your footing.

“Jesus christ (Y/N)!” Not bothering to close your door, Killer runs to the infirmary. He can feel your blood stain his hands as small parts of his shirt soak up the blood as he carries you bridal style.

Bursting open the door, he places you on the empty bed before rushing to grab a needle and thread. If he didn’t close all the small wounds, you’d surely get an infection. Not to mention how long they’ve been open. Once he made it back to your side, he finally noticed what else was covering your legs.

“Shit. Those must be those vine things they were telling me about.” Killer quickly gets to work, not wasting another second. If anything were to happen to you, Killer wouldn’t be able to ever forgive himself.

~~~

You didn’t know when, but at some point, you must have passed out. The last thing you vividly remembered was coughing up that flower in front of Killer. Everything after that was a blur.

Opening your eyes, you notice yourself lying in the dark infirmary. Trying to even breathe felt like pins and needles were stabbing your lungs. You try to sit up, but it feels as if all the strength in your body simply vanished.

“Your awake.” Turning your head to the side, you see Killer sitting next to you. His baby blue shirt is the only visible thing.

“Killer?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry for getting so mad. If I was you, it’d probably have done the same thing.”

“No. I should have had your side. Especially going against Kid.” Silence fell over the two of you. 

“What time is it?”

“Midnight.”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“All day.” Your eyes widen at his confusion.

“You’ve been waiting right beside me all day to wake up?”

“...yeah.” His words made your face burn, and heart skip a beat. He didn’t leave your side at all?

“Why? Wouldn’t Kid be upset?”

“He didn’t know. Was cramped up in his workshop all day.” Your heart only beat faster the longer you listened.

“I see. Well, what’s your plan now that I’m awake?”

“Don’t know. Didn’t think that far ahead, I suppose.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you think to yourself. In all honesty, his company was greatly appreciated.

“I don’t mind if you stay here… the bed is big enough for you if I scoot closer to the wall.” It wouldn’t be the first time you had to share a bed with Killer. One time when the Victoria Punk docked on an island for repairs, the crew slept in a hotel. Everyone was arguing about roommates, so Killer managed to make numbers and put them in a stolen hat, telling people to take a number. You and Killer got the same number, so you two were bunkmates until the Victoria was repaired. Then again, that was when he wore his black and white polka-dotted shirt. It’s been so long since then.

“I could crush you. Plus, your sick.”

“A sickness you have. So lay down on the bed…I don’t wanna be alone.” Killer was thankful you couldn’t see his face, if you could, you would’ve seen how his cheeks turned red. While he’s slept in the same bed as you before, this was obviously very different. But when would he get this chance to be so close to you again?

“Okay.” Taking his boots off, Killer slides under the covers. He can feel the flowers that adorned his own skin being moved around as he starts to get comfortable.

“Thank you for fixing me up, Killer. It means a lot.” Even though you try to give him as much space as possible, Killer still could practically feel your body against his.

“Goodnight, Killer.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).” Closing both of your eyes, neither of you notices the two flowers that fell off Killer's arms or how the burning pain in your lungs suddenly vanished. Leaving you able to enjoy Killer’s scent being right next to you.

~~~

Waking up, you see Killer gone from your side. A plate of (favorite breakfast) replaced him on the chair. A small giggle escapes your lips, seeing your favorite breakfast. Still the perfect temp.

Taking a few breaths, you get ready to try and sit up. If today was anything like yesterday, then certainly be a task made for the gods. Yet as soon as you lift yourself up, your shocked to feel yourself sit up with ease. Just yesterday, you could barely breathe and stay on your feet. What did Killer do that gave you the strength to sit up and the ability to breathe properly?

Whatever it was, you’ll have to thank him again later.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hello? Come in?” You quickly cover yoru body in case the person behind the door wasn’t Killer. To your shock, a familar patch of bright red hair comes into view.

“Captain?” All you heard was a grumble before he closed the door behind him. He crossed his arms and looked away from yoru face, you could see something in his hand.

“Killer told me he forgot to give you a utensil to eat, so here.” Handing you a (...), you gently grab it, your fingertips brushing against his own. His skin rough from working in his shop.

“Thanks, Captain. That’s very nice of you.” While he still refused to look at you, you gave him a smile.

“Killer explained your situation yesterday, so forget about what happened.” Kid’s way of saying sorry was odd, but you’ll take it.

“Ah, I see.” A silence filled the infirmary before Kid spoke.

“Who is it?”

“What?”

“Who’s the person you love?” His eyes stared into yours, and you could feel your face burn at his straightforward question. How were you supposed to tell him that he’s the only one always on your mind? At least, you think he is.

“Oh! W-Well, does that really matter? I can get over it! There's no need to worry about me, Captain! You just focus on being King of the Pirates!” Rambling on, you didn’t notice the way Kid’s body tensed, and his face burned red when you spoke your last words.

“What I would love is for you to achieve your dream, alright? I’m nobody to worry about. Focus on your own happiness.” Hearing your own words made you bite the inside of your cheek. While you didn’t outright say it, you felt like you said it to him. There was something holding you back from saying those words.

No. Not something. Someone.

“I see. I gotta go. There’s a project I need to finish.” With that, Kid left in a hurry. Leaving you no time to respond.

“Bye?” With you being left alone once more, you finally grab your breakfast and begin to dig into it. A smile fell across your lupus as a giddiness filled your body, thinking of the kindness Killer showed you.

~~~

It was a calm day on the Victoria Punk. The sun shone brightly down on the crew as they all did their own things. You were currently lying on a blanket on the deck, soaking up the sun. If you were to tell yourself two weeks ago that you were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, you’d never believe it. Yet here you were.

Five days ago, all the flowers that once resided on your arms fell off. You saw one fall off before your eyes even. When you woke up, instead of huge bloodied flowers in front of you, only small petals took their place. While there were still flowers on your legs, the green ‘vines’ were gone and your strength was back in full. Whatever Killer did that day two weeks ago you’ll never be able to thank him enough.

Now here you are, sitting in the sun and breathing in teh fresh salty air. You don’t know what’s causing the symptoms to go away, but you didn’t dare question it. Why question a good thing?

“Enjoying the sun?” Looking to your side, you see Killer standing above you.

“Very much. What ya doing?”

“Just finished running errands for Kid and doing first mate duties.” Your heart seemed to speed up as you continue talking to the mask man.

“So your free now?”

“I should be.”

“Well, do you wanna hang out with me and enjoy the sun?” Hiding your hands behind your head, you crossed your fingers that he’d say yes.

“I smell like sweat from running around so.”

“I can wash the blanket. When’s the next time you’d get to relax? Plus, I don’t invite just anyone to lay next to me and enjoy the sun.” You see Killer looking down as if trying to think.

“Please? Pretty please?” A sigh leaves the man before sitting down and lying down next to you. About a foot of space between the two of you. Killer’s scent invaded your senses, making a sigh of contentment leave your lips.

“Liar. You don’t smell like sweat. What were you trying to ditch me?” You gently elbow the huge man with a soft laugh.

"Maybe." An offended gasp leaves you, making Killer laugh.

“I’m kidding. Just didn’t want to take any chances.” Turning to your side, you look at Killer. You couldn’t help but study the small scars along his arms. Or how his hair looked so soft, lying along the blanket. The sight made your face burn and your heart beat in your ears.

“Your staring.” Despite your urge to look away in embarrassment, you try to play it cool.

“Am I not allowed to look at a piece of art?” It was something you’d never say to anyone. Something you haven’t said to anyone.

Killer’s eyes widened behind his mask as he felt his heart quicken. Hearing such words coming from you made his cheeks burn and his heart skip a beat. He looked in your eyes to see if you were joking, but all he could see was sincerity.

“Stop it. You're just saying that.” Hearing him deny your words, you decide to up your game. After everything Killer’s done for you, he deserves to be praised.

“Would you prefer ‘pretty boy’ instead?” Killer snapped his head towards you before gently smacking your arm.

“Oh my god (Y/N), shut up.” A smirk rose on your lips.

“Pretty boy! Pretty boy! Killer’s a pretty boy!” Sitting up, Killer grabbed you and covered your mouth.

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up, I’m going to throw you overboard!”

“Pretty boy!” You yell while giggling. While your words were muffled, you knew Killer could still hear them.

“That’s it.” Hetting up, Killer wraps his arms around you and starts walking towards the railing.

“Killer, I swear to god!” Even though you wiggle desperately, it did nothing to losen his grip. The closer you got to the railing, the more you panicked.

“Tell me how cold the water is.” Even though he wasn’t laughing, you could hear the telltale sign of muffled down laughter that he desperately tried to keep in.

“No!”

“What’s going on here?” Both of you turn your heads and see Kid standing and watching with his arms crossed once again. Killer dropped you in shock, leaving you to make a thud against the floor. Looking up at Kid, you feel embarrassment run through you the way he refused to look at you. Why he refused to look at you had you questioning if he had a grudge over you that you weren’t aware of. Whatever it was, it left you feeling small. Making you scoot closer to Killer’s leg.

~~~

You couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was Killer lying next to you. All you could think about was him. How he smelled, how his skin felt against yours. The way even the smallest words left his lips had your heart beating faster than you ever thought possible.

Remembering the way he took care of you in your worst moments made you smile. No one’s ever done that before. The memory of him lying next to you on the infirmary bed made your feet kick under the covers. You’ve never slept so good then lying next to him.

There had to be something that you could do to repay him. But what? Scanning your head for anything, you remember how he loved pasta. That was something, but you wanted to give him something that could last longer than 10 minutes. Throwing your hand to the side to grab your glass of water, your shocked when you feel your hand touching a velvet-type surface. Turning your head, you see the flower guide the old lady gave you.

Just then an idea came to you, making you sit up and turn on the lantern light on your nightstand. Opening the book, you begin to search for the perfect flower.

~~~

You wouldn’t leave his mind no matter how hard he tried to focus. Every time he tried to sharpen his blades, all he could see was you. Even the sharp screaming of his blade didn’t pierce the sound of your voice in his head. Your laughter and how sweet your voice sounded when you complimented him felt like a melody he couldn’t ignore.

He also couldn’t ignore how the flowers adorning his skin had now fallen off. All that was left was a small cough every now and then, and even now, the cough was no longer painful. It felt like he could breathe better now. When he thought about it, it only survived to confuse him. The way he felt about you only grew with each passing moment he spent next to you.

Shouldn’t it be getting worse?

His heart only beat faster when he saw you, and his dreams of you only continued every time he closed his eyes. Dreams of you laying next to him at night with his arms wrapped around you. Where you’d kiss his helmet while telling him how much you adored him. Yet those were just dreams. All they’d ever be.

“Killer?” A small tap on his shoulder made him turn around. Your voice quiet enough to barely be heard. When he fully turned around to look at you, he was surprised by a big bouquet of flowers in your hand.

“These are for you.” You shoved the flowers to his chest before looking away from him. Looking down at the flowers, it felt as if time stopped seeing 12 blue roses looking back at him. His voice caught in his throat as he couldn’t stop the rapid beating of his heart.

“I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You didn’t have to yet you did, and for that, I’ll forever be grateful. And thanks to you…I survived a disease that should have killed me. All the flowers on my body have fallen off, and I haven’t coughed in so long. Last night I wanted to give you a gift, and it’s then that I realized why I’m better.” A shaky breath left your lips as Killer stood before you shocked.

“It’s you. The reason I can breathe and live is you. I…I love you Killer.” Before you could spill out more of your heart, Killer pulled you to his chest. His arms wrapping around you tightly and laid his head on your own. You can hear his heart beat echo in yoru ears.

“I love you too.” An overwhelming burst of happiness filled your being hearing those words. Looking up at him, you grab his mask and place kisses everywhere you could reach. Just then, Killer stopped you.

“Huh?” You see him carefully push up his mask to where only his lips are visible. Before you could say a word, Killer placed his lips against your own. They were softer than anything you’ve ever felt.

And finally, after months of suffering, you can finally breathe in Killer's arms, and he can breathe in yours.

~~~

Sitting in his workshop, a burning pain in Kid’s lungs caused him to pause his project and grip his chest. He’s never felt such a strong cough coming on before in his life. When it finally felt okay to breathe again, Kid’s gaze caught something lying next to his arm. Carefully grabbing it with his metal hand, he brings it closer to his face.

In his hand, the petal of a flower stared right back at him.

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer x reader #eustass captain kid x reader

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

this is halloween || han x reader

Summary: You weren't happy about getting detention, but getting to be around Jisung almost feels like it could make it worth it at first. At least, until you realize that there's a killer on the loose in the school, and that he plans on getting rid of all of you.

Word count: 6.3k

Genres: high school au, slasher au, thriller/mild horror

Warnings & Tags: angst, class clown!han jisung, final girl!reader (gender isn't specified but that's the vibe), graphic descriptions of violence happening inside of a high school

A/N: Last (late) installment in that Halloween mini-series. To reiterate, this contains description of violence and murders occurring within a high school, which can be triggering to some, so do exercise caution.

I.N. · Seungmin · Felix

It was never supposed to go that way.

For starters, you should never have gotten detention and, mind you, you'd still insist that it was totally unfair that you'd gotten it in the first place. Any reasonable teacher would have looked at the facts, which were your test results, as stellar as ever, and Nari’s test results, stellar as they never were, and assumed that she’d cheated and used you to do so.

Your physics teacher could not be described as ‘reasonable’. He’d called the two of you to his desk, using the one mistake you’d made that she had, of course, written word for word on her test as proof, and he’d given you both detention. You would have tried to defend yourself, had your eyes not immediately filled with tears. When Nari had started rising her voice, accusing you in the same breath, you’d known your efforts would be wasted anyway. You’d hung your heard low, and you’d gone back to your seat.

The first detention you’d ever gotten in your life, and it had to happen on the very last year of your time in this dreadful place. God, you couldn’t wait to get out. Yes, college entrance exams were looming terrifyingly above your head, but there was still freedom at the end of the line, freedom at least from your peers. You’d take that as a win.

At the end of the day, having only gotten a fifteen minutes break to spew your venom at your understanding best friend, you dragged your feet to detention. A confused Ms. Kim had greeted when you’d gotten there, all the more so because you were a few minutes early. As you’d handed her the detention slip, however, she’d had no choice but to let you in, though she had patted your shoulder as she did.

You were not the type of student to get detention. You were the one who got straight As, who never raised their voice, who had painstakingly managed to make one friend who you had clung to since your first year here. If you could avoid drawing attention to yourself, you’d take it. You only raised your hand in class if the teacher had been waiting for someone to speak for the appropriate amount of time, tried to make yourself be forgotten the rest of the time. It did not work quite as well as you would like, but you had stayed out of trouble so far.

The same cannot be said of the students who enter the room after you. Nari runs in right as the bell rings, looking sheepish. She mouths a ‘sorry’ in your direction, like she didn’t try to throw you under the bus after the teacher caught her. She’s quickly followed by Hanseok, the school star athlete, who looks like he’s trying to shrink himself, which is no small feat considering how wide his shoulders are. He keeps his eyes on the floor, and you wonder what could have landed him here. He’s not known for getting into trouble.

Next is Taewoon who walks in nonchalantly, like he does that every day, which, to be fair, he probably does. Known troublemaker, you have no idea why he’s here tonight, but he’s regularly caught doing wild, stupid shit nearby. Ms. Kim shakes her head at him and he just shrugs. Last but not least comes Han Jisung, fashionably late, class clown and another regular. As he walks in, he leans on the desk, grinning at Ms Kim.

“Is that a new hair cut? It looks great!”

She rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide a smile in return.

“See, you’re here so often you notice that kind of things.”

“Of course I’d notice!” he protests, sounding offended as he’s weirdly good at doing — to be fair, it does still get him out of trouble most of the time.

She gestures for him to go to his place, but she doesn’t seem too mad, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he does. It’s as he’s doing so that he spots you, and his eyes go wide. He looks around like he thinks he’s gotten the wrong room, before altering his course to let himself fall down on the table next to yours

Your heart is beating like crazy in your chest and you do your best to smile at him the right way — you know, not too briefly so he doesn’t think you’re rude, and not too long so he doesn’t think you’re interested because, ahah, that’d be ridiculous, that’d be soooo embarrassing, there’s no way that would happen.

You may or may not have a raging crush on him.

Look, he’s funny. He’s cute. He looks at you when he makes a clever joke to see if you’re laughing. You don’t hang in the same circles, and you know it’s stupid to entertain your thoughts about him, but you just can’t help them. You wish you could quash your feelings before they hurt you. Because they will. Undoubtedly. Been there, done that. Love hasn’t worked for you, and you’d rather not delude yourself into hoping it could this time.

All these good resolutions vanish when Han leans towards you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, sounding so confused. “Did you get lost?”

You sigh.

“I was accused of cheating on a test,” you mumble, trying to sound casual about it and not like it makes you want to cry.

“What?” His eyes look like they’re trying to pop out of his head. “That’s ridiculous.” Then he leans closer, conspiratorially. “Want me to try to get you out of here?”

Your heart is beating so fast.

“No,” you squeak despite trying not to. “It’s fine. I guess that’s— part of the high school experience, right? I should live through that at least once.”

He looks deeply confused for a second, then chuckles as he settles back in his chair.

“You’re the only person who’d think that way,” he says, and you think he sounds fond as he says it, but you know that your brain is prone to wishful-thinking. Then, with a regain of interest “Tell me if you change your mind, it’s not too late.”

He settles comfortably on his desk, resting his head on his backpack. It’s already dark outside, as it usually is at this time of the year. Cold, white streetlights have turned on over the football field, and the cloudy, starless sky gives the school a gloomy vibe. It doesn’t help that it’s eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that you’ve only heard when you’d lingered too long in the library. Lively halls are empty now, as are the classrooms. On this last night before winter break, no one has stuck around. Even clubs have taken pity on their members and let them escape tonight. It’s only the six of you left in the building, and maybe a few lingering staff members and guardians.

You glance around at what others are doing, trying to figure out what you’re even meant to do in here. Jisung has closed his eyes and is clearly intent on taking a nap. Nari has pulled out a notebook and is writing in it dutifully. Hanseok is looking out the window with a blank look on his face. Taewoon seems to be sleeping as well. Finally, Ms Kim is reading a book — romance, by the looks of it —  and seems to have no plan of acknowledging your existence until the bell rings and frees her of your presence.

With a sigh, you start pulling out your books. Jisung opens an eye. With his face smooshed against his backpack, his cheeks look even rounder.

“I can still get you out,” he whispers.

You smile, but shake your head.

“It’s fine. It will all be over in an hour anyway.”

Ms Kim clears her throat to remind you to stay quiet. You jump at it, and she gives you an apologetic look, but you’re already back to burying your head in your books, trying to be small and inconspicuous and most importantly, not to anger anyone. That’s what you do after that, even once the room gets quiet again, and that’s where you still are, half an hour later, when the lights suddenly go off.

You look up, startled, and for a second you can’t see a thing, until your eyes get accustomed to the unexpected darkness. In the meantime, someone stands up, not far from you, and surprised shouts rise in the room.

“Everyone stay where you are!” Ms Kim shouts. Phones are starting to come out, lighting up the room, and soon you see that Jisung’s standing next to you, with one hand on the back of seat. He’s so close he’d brush against you if he moved just a little to the left. “It’s either the electricity or someone forgot we were still here. I’ll go see what’s happening and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Can’t we just go home?” Nari whines. “C’mon, there’s, like fifteen minutes left.”

“Make it thirty,” Ms Kim corrects sternly. “Everyone better stay here. Anyone who leaves will get detention for the first week when we’re back in class.” When protests erupt, she raises her voice. “I’ll let you off the hook if there’s an issue with the electricity, but for now, you guys need to stay there.”

She leaves the room as more people are protesting, not paying one ounce of attention to it. It looks like it’s not the first time something like that has happened to her.

Her footsteps in the hallway have barely faded that Taewoon is already getting up.

“Fuck it,” he says, making a whole show out of it. “I’m not sticking around.”

“You’re going?” Jisung asks. Clearly, he’s thinking of doing it as well. He glances around at the rest of the group. None of you have moved from your seat. “What about you guys?”

“I can’t miss practice,” Hanseok says.

“I’ve got a part time job, I can’t lose it,” is Nari’s answer.

That leaves you, and it takes you a second to realize that Jisung is looking at you and waiting for an answer.

“I— I don’t want to get detention again,” is all you can manage to mumble. It sounds pathetic to your ears, but he nods all the same.

“What are you doing?” Taewoon asks him again.

“I’ll stay behind this time,” Jisung sighs dramatically. “Live your life to the fullest for the rest of us, okay?”

Taewoon snorts.

“Sure. Enjoy yourselves here. I’ll see you after the break.”

You feel envy as he escapes the room. You wish you could care this little about all the trouble you’d get into. At the same time, being in your shoes brings advantages that you quite enjoy. Just not particularly tonight.

Then, Jisung pulls his chair to come sit next to you, setting his phone on your table so you can both see each other’s face, and you change your mind.

“You should have taken my offer,” he smiles at first, before his expression shifts to a more serious one. “You okay? It’s happened before, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m fine,” you answer, maybe too quickly. Mostly, you’re wondering why he feels the need to tell you that and if you look so fragile to him that he thinks this would send you into a breakdown. “Does it usually come back on?”

He shrugs.

“Yeah, most of the time. Sometimes there’s a tree that’s fallen somewhere it shouldn’t and she lets us go.” He glances out the window. “It’s pretty windy tonight. Maybe it’s the case.”

As you look out, you see Taewoon crossing the football field, before disappearing under the bleachers, from where he can reach the parking lot. At least one of you has gone free, you think, feeling bitter about all the things that have kept you in this spot.

“Hey, you’re getting the full, five-star high school experience,” Jisung’s voice brings you back to the present. “I can get you in trouble more after that, if you’d like.”

A small laugh escapes your lips.

“I think I’m good.”

“You could see the boys’ locker room from the inside,” he insists, and you laugh again.

“That does not sound like a good experience!”

“The inside of the teachers’ lounge,” he offers as you roll your eyes. “Steal exam questions. Change your grades. Give lower notes to your rivals.”

“What rivals,” you protest, though you’re grinning from ear to ear at this point.

“Are you saying that no one’s good enough to compete with you? And here I thought you valued my intelligence, wah, you think you know someone—”

His chatter takes your mind off your situation. There’s something about having Jisung’s undivided attention, about him clearly having noticed how down you were feeling and trying to cheer you up, that makes you feel all fuzzy inside. You’re not used to someone’s eyes staying on you for that long, certainly not his eyes. And yet he’s choosing to use time that could so easily be spent doing something else with you. Your heart beats so fast you think it’s going to fall right out of your chest.

Ten minutes go by before Nari’s voice interrupts your talking.

“Shouldn’t Ms Kim be back by now?”

Her expression is composed, she’s leaning back in her chair to look at you, but her voice is at a higher-pitch than usual. A glance at your watch tells you that she’s probably right and a cold hand comes wrap around your heart to squeeze it, before you shake it off. No need to feel that way. There’s likely a completely fine explanation.

“Maybe she’s run into Mr Park,” Jisung offers, smoothly. Then, with a gasp, “Maybe they’re having a quickie in the principal’s office.”

You chuckle quietly, but Nari’s not amused.

“Shouldn’t someone go look for her?” she asks. When no one volunteers, she continues, “She’ll never believe me if I go and I really can’t lose my part time job, but, you know, maybe if it was someone else…”

You know where this is going, and she’s not exactly wrong, yet you worry about getting in trouble all the same. Stupidly, you’re afraid you’re going to get yelled at. You hate getting yelled at. You’d probably cry if that happened.

“I’ll go if you go,” Jisung says, eyeing you, saving the day once more — saving your day at least.

“Okay,” you reply, and you surprise yourself at how quick and easy that was. You blame it on the relief you feel for not having to go out there alone. “I’ll come.”

He smiles at you when you say that. It’s kind of embarrassing how it makes butterflies take off in your stomach.

“Everyone be good,” he chastises the other two as you open the door. “Nari, you’re in charge while we’re gone, okay?”

She sticks her tongue out at him while Hanseok scoffs. Still, they’re both grinning as the two of you venture out into the quiet, dark high school.

You’re not one to believe in supernatural creatures. You like logical, provable, tangible things. Still, out there, irrational fear seizes you, wrapping its tentacles around you. Your footsteps echo loudly in the hallways, and the measly flashlight from your cellphones are nowhere near enough to light up the entire place. No matter how your orient them, there remain dark patches all over.

“It’s kind of cool,” Jisung comments as you’re starting to bury yourself in your thoughts again. This time, you don’t know if he’s doing it for your benefit or if he doesn’t like it when things stay quiet for too long. “Who knows, maybe we will see her with Mr Park.”

“I think they’re both very much married,” you reply, and some of the worry washes away when you hear your own voice. Suddenly, you’re not in this unfamiliar place anymore, but back in the halls of the high school that you walk in every single day.

“Like that’s ever stopped people,” Jisung grins. “C’mon, he’s not bad-looking for his age.”

This time, a very genuine laugh bursts out of you.

“That’s not an image I needed!” you protest.

“Like you’ve never thought about it before,” he teases, and as you let out noises of disgust, his flashlight sweeps over the floor. “What do you think? Do we start with the custodian and the principal’s office, or do we go for the basement? That’s where she’d be if it’s a problem with the electricity?”

“She’s probably in the basement if she’s been gone all this time,” you reason, but you really do not want to venture down there at the moment. Even with Jisung by your side, you don’t think you’d enjoy this small of a space with no lights other than your own. Just thinking about it has your throat becoming tighter. “But, uh, maybe we can start with the principal’s office?”

Jisung agrees to that with more enthusiasm than it warrants, and then you listen to him dramatically offer possibilities about how Ms Kim and Mr Park could have gotten together. You laugh more than you should, more than you would were you with anyone else in the same situation, and it’s not the right place nor the right time, but you know you’re falling in love with him. You’ve always suspected that it was just a matter of spending more time with him, always told yourself that it was therefore not a good idea. But here you were now, and there was not a thing you could do about it.

“Okay, here we are,” you say, interrupting a truly wild scenario in which the teacher and the principle are Russian spies who got married as a cover but were actually high school sweethearts. “Should I, uh, knock?”

Jisung shrugs, moving past you to try the handle. As he does so, you’re struck by how quiet it is. There’s no way she’s in there, we’ve wasted our time, you think.

Then, to your surprise, the door opens. Jisung walks in. Then freezes in the opening.

“What’s going on,” you ask, taking a step forward to look over his shoulder, “don’t tell me they’re really—"

But you’re not met with the sight of two lovers. Instead, your eyes first find Mr Park, slumped on his desk, something that you can’t identify sticking out of his back. On the floor, right in front of Jisung, is Ms Kim. She’s lying on her back, her eyes wide open and her pupil still and empty. It takes you a second to realize that the angle her head is at with her body is wrong, and a second longer to understand that that’s because her throat’s is nothing more than a wide, gaping wound. Underneath her, a puddle of blood that you realize you’ve stepped into. She looks so pale, compared to how she was just a few minutes ago.

You open your mouth to scream. Before you can, though, Jisung’s hand comes to cover it, and you only let out a whimper as your eyes search his. For the first time tonight, he’s lost his nonchalant confidence.

“Someone could still be there,” he whispers to you. “We shouldn’t stay here.”

With one last look at your teacher, he closes the door.

Things are blurry after that. You remember him grabbing your wrist as he drags you away from the scene. You remember him trying a few doors before pulling you into an empty classroom. You remember him vomiting in a trashcan and self-consciously wiping his mouth afterwards. You remember sitting on a table in silence for you don’t know how long.

“We have to get out of here,” he says at some point. He sounds sure of himself again.

“We have to— we have to go get Nari and Hanseok,” you answer. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel guilty for not having thought of them immediately. Shit, they must still be waiting for the two of you to return. Someone could have— someone could have already—

You’re on your feet before you think. It’s unlike you, but it says a lot that your brain doesn’t harp on that in the moment. There’s an urgency in your chest that you’re not used to feeling.

“We need to go get them.”

Jisung studies you for a second, then swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Okay,” he says. His voice is weak. “Okay. We’re getting them and then we’re going out of here, right?”

You nod. Guilt and fear are battling within you, but both feelings are directed towards the people you’ve left behind. You think it would kill you if something happened to them that you could have stopped.

The walk back to the detention is faster, but it feels like it take ages. Jisung keeps close to you, checking behind you while you keep your eyes on what’s in front of you. You see nothing, hear nothing. Just like earlier, the high school feels empty. Unlike earlier, you know it is not.

You’re almost there, starting to breathe again, starting to think you’ll make it, when you hear the screams. Terrified, you back into Jisung, who wraps his arm around you.

“Light,” he hisses, “light out, now.”

You’re too scared to do anything other than what he suggests. It overtakes your whole body, freezes your muscles into place. His chest is pressed against your back as you stay perfectly still, and you can feel his heart beating wildly, betraying the fact that he’s in the same state as you. In the distance, a door slams open.

“Don’t leave me here!” Nari screams.

In the dark, someone that you have to assume is Hanseok rushes past you. He’s fast, powerful. Whoever you hear after him is fast too, footsteps squeaking in the hallways, and all you’re thinking is that Nari is wearing heels.

At least Hanseok’s making it out is the thought that follows — for a second at least, because it isn’t long after that there’s a shout of frustration and the sound of someone struggling with a door. Then screams, intercut with disgusting, wet sounds that you can only imagine are what a knife produces when it’s brought down into someone. Tears stream down your face in silence. The front door’s locked and Hanseok— Hanseok is—

“Nari,” you whisper, choking on the word.

Jisung nods and pulls you forward, but by the time you get to the detention room, it’s empty. You check for a body, turning your cellphone’s light back on, terrified you’ll find one, and you can breathe again when you don’t find her anywhere.

“Now we have to go,” Jisung insists.

“But she’s—”

“We’ve done what we could. C’mon, we have no way of knowing where she is, she could be out by—”

The speakers creak horribly.

“Attention, students,” a man’s voice comes through. It’s loud and booming, but more than anything, it’s even. It doesn’t shake, doesn’t have the hysterical accents that you’ve heard in movies. If anything, it sounds like he’s playing the role of a school announcer, and the thought makes you sick to your stomach. “Lee Nari. Han Jisung. Kang Won— Ah, no, I suppose that’s been taken care of, hasn’t it. Im Taewoon.” Then he pauses for a second, before reading your name, and you feel overcome with helplessness. Before that, it felt like it was— You’re not sure what you were feeling, but it didn’t feel targeted. Now, you think that even leaving the school might not make the nightmare end. “Well, you might not be who I’m looking for,” the man chuckles— he fucking chuckles — after saying your name. “We’ll see. If you’re good, I’ll consider letting you off the hook. The rest of you though… you won’t cause trouble again.”

This is like a bad slasher movie with a stupid premise, something you’d make fun of if you weren’t caught in the middle of it.

“Windows and doors are locked,” he announces dramatically. “Breaking out only means that I’ll come get you, so do yourself a favor and surrender, hm? I promise to make it quick.”

Then he hangs up.

“What do we do?” you whisper to Jisung. “You— you love horror movies, right? What should we do?”

He stares at you.

“Yeah, I— I do. I didn’t think you’d remember.” It’s not the moment, but for a second — less than that, a fraction of it — you’re no longer a terrified prey but a teenager again, feeling like you’ve just exposed your crush. “I— one of us should leave.”

You shake your head.

“He said he’d hunt us. He could show up at our parents’ house—”

“I know,” he interrupts you. “But that’s— that’s why one of us should stay here.”

Again, you shake your head, more vehemently this time.

“No. No way. We’re not— We’re not doing that.”

He grabs your arms, the motion gentle instead of forceful, like one more attempt at comforting you as he looks straight into your eyes.

“Listen. One of us needs to leave. I— I think he’s probably watching the windows. He must know that we’d try to leave, right? So he’s— probably ready to give chase.” He swallows thickly. “If he— If he has a rifle or something— But that’d give someone else time to escape, if he leaves too. If not… Someone could go get help. Nari might have called the cops already, but that— that doesn’t mean they’re coming right now.”

“No,” you repeat, because you think you know where he is going with this.

“I’ll— What do you want to do? I— I think I should go.”

He’s close enough that you can see there are tears in his eyes.

“You should— you should be ready to leave from the other side when I do,” he whispers, and you want to cry too. “I’ll distract him.”

You shake your head, but you don’t think you can change his mind.

“Hey, I can be really fast, okay?” His tone gets lighter. “Maybe I’ll outrun him.”

You’d be more inclined to believe that if the man hadn’t been able to catch up with Hanseok — though you suppose that he wouldn’t have on open grounds, and that gives you some hope that you desperately cling to.

“You better,” you hear yourself say.

Jisung lets out a long, deep breath, then turns around to face the window. It’s true that they’re locked; they always are at the end of the day. But they’re not known for being particularly solid. As a matter of fact, they regularly get broken by football players. You wonder if that’s what got Hanseok in trouble, then shove the subject as far down as you can, because it reminds you that he’s— he’s—

“Okay,” Jisung mumbles, grabbing a chair and getting ready to swing it at the window. Just as he lifts it above his head, though, he stops himself and sets it down to face you.

Something passes between the two of you. It’s hard not to think that this might be the last time you see each other, however his escape attempt goes. Jisung swallows thickly.

Then he’s grabbing your shoulders and pressing his lips against yours. It’s brief, kind of clumsy. Nothing about it is how you envisioned your first kiss. But his lips are soft and warm, and he’s holding on to you like he never wants to let go.

He does anyway, looking at you with wide eyes.

“F–For luck,” he mumbles.

“Sure,” you choke out in response. “No, uh, no problem.”

You’ll die of embarrassment at that later on, if you don’t just die tonight.

His chair smashes through the window, the sound unbearably loud in the silence of the school, and he doesn’t stick around to see what happens. Cutting his hands on the broken glass, he jumps out while you back out of the room to go crouch in a dark corner. You peek to see him sprinting through the football field, waiting with baited breath to see the killer following after him.

He doesn’t.

You wait longer.

Still nothing.

And you realize you’re stuck in the building with him.

“Well, well,” the voice in the speaker says, right as the realization settles, as calm as it was the first time. “Seems like we’ve had an infraction. Too bad. Seems I’ll have to go hunting once I’m done with you.”

Then it cuts again. For a while, you can’t hear yourself think over the terrified thoughts that fill your mind. You think of following after Jisung, but you have no way of knowing if the killer would let it slide twice. Truth be told, with Jisung gone, you feel your old patterns of thinking catching up with you. You’re too scared to go, and the more you wait, the more you think it’s now too late to go. Your anxiety has you in a chokehold, with no intention of letting go.

What does get you to move is the greater fear that the killer could come inspect the place, now that Jisung’s left. He must have noticed that only Nari and Hanseok were in the room — if he thinks Taewoon was still here, probably because he was murdering Ms Kim at that point, that would have to mean the three of you were together, in his mind. It begs the question of how Taewoon got out, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he had his ways of doing it, even with the windows closed.

You don’t turn your light off, listening closely as you cross the hallways. You’re aiming for the kitchens, though you haven’t actually stopped to think about it. All that your mind can supply with as a justification is that you need a weapon. Realistically, you don’t think it would do you any good. You probably wouldn’t be able to use it against anyone. But who gives a fuck about realism right now? You might die here tonight. Three of the people you used to see around every day are gone forever already. If finding a knife makes you feel better, you’ll get yourself a knife, dammit.

You regret it when you make your way through the cafeteria. Because of how it’s situated, there is more light coming from outside in here than there was elsewhere. You’ve already started to see the dark as an ally, and leaving it makes you feel incredibly exposed. Despite that, you run through it, bent in half, trying to stay behind the tables, and get into the kitchens.

You’re searching through the drawers for a knife when the most terrifying sound you can think of right now resonates behind you.

The door. Someone’s opened the door.

You crouch behind one of the many kitchen isles. Silent tears are running down your face, but adrenaline is keeping you from completely giving up — for now, anyway.

“Who do we have here?” the voice asks, and you press a hand against your mouth so you don’t accidentally give yourself away. It doesn’t just echo in the cafeteria though, no, it comes out through the speakers as well. Like he wants the survivors to know that he’s gotten one of you, and that they never had a chance in the first place. “I’ll be very disappointed in you if it’s you, (Y/N). If you’d stayed put, you might have had a chance. Now, I have to wonder if you helped your friend leave, too.”

Glancing over the corner, you see a man in a mask slowly walking through the kitchen. Slowly, you start backing up, careful not to make a sound. If you run, maybe you’ll get to the door. If you get to the door, maybe he’ll lose you and you’ll be able to hide better.

Please. Please. You just want to make it out of here. You want— you want to go to college. You want to ask Jisung what that kiss meant. You want to get home to your parents.

It’s as you’re getting up that you bump your head into one of the drawers that you’ve left open. Once it happens, you’re on your feet in an instant, making a dash for the door, but the man intercepts you before you can get away. You fall on your back when he pushes you, and he shakes his head at you.

“I thought you were better than that,” he sighs. “It truly is a shame that you got caught up in this, but I suppose you weren’t as good as you made yourself out to be.”

He raises the knife. Tears blur your vision.

Then there’s a loud smack. Nari appears behind him, a bent plastic tray in her hands and tears streaming down her face.

“I’m s–so sorry you got detention because of me,” she sobs out, chest heaving, and all you can do is stare — though a part of you that right now is very far from the surface appreciates the sentiment. You note, vaguely, that she’s barefoot, probably having ditched the heels when she realized they would only get her in trouble.  She holds her hand out, and you take it without hesitation, pulling yourself to your feet just in time to see the man rise again behind her. He’s rubbing the back of his head, but he’s nowhere near unconscious, and he’s close. You pull Nari away, but his knife still slashes across her back and she falls forward, screaming.

You back up, but his eyes aren’t on you. Instead, he goes to stand above Nari. She tries to crawl forward, crying, and you see him lowering himself above her.

If you don’t want to watch her die in front of your eyes, you need to find the fucking knives.

The first two drawers you stumble into as Nari struggles and desperately hits at the men are empty.

The third one has knives.

You can’t afford to think as you rush back towards them. The man raises his knife once, and Nari catches the blade with her bare hand. You try to tune out both the screams and the sounds. Then he grabs her wrists with the one hand. Raises the knife again.

You’re out of time.

You stab him in the chest, and he lets out a sharp, horrified gasp. You push him backwards while his blade catches at your arms, the adrenaline too strong to feel it for now. You drive the blade into him, again and again and again, until he’s fallen and his knife has gone still, and all that fills the room are Nari’s tears and whimpers of pain.

It’s only as your own pain catches up with you that you admit what’s just happened.

You did it.

You lived.

 They take Nari and Hanseok to a hospital first, both of their wounds being much more significant than your own. Hanseok’s condition, from what you’ve heard, was ‘critical’. You’d felt hope at that, at first, but the looks people had exchanged had soon quashed that.

They weren’t optimistic.

As they leave, you stay wrapped in a blanket, sitting in an ambulance as your arms are being disinfected as the cops search the building. All of your limbs ache like you’ve just run a marathon, but you can’t make yourself look away, no matter how hard you’ve tried. Staying there, you hear, vaguely, that the killer was a former member of staff that had been let go earlier in the year. He’s alive too, for now, because you hadn’t known where to aim when you’d attacked him — ironically, that’s the same reason Hanseok’s still breathing. His exact motive was being debated still, but you found unable to care. Why would you give a shit about why he'd done that? All that mattered was that he’d done it.

You’re sitting there, stewing in those thoughts, when Jisung appears. You don’t think they were supposed to let him through, but it looks like he managed to sneak in. He’s clearly been crying, his eyes all red and his face puffy.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he chokes on the words. “I didn’t think— I didn’t think I’d be leaving you alone in there with him. I— I did as fast as I could, I promise, but they— they thought it was a prank call and I—”

“It’s—” You want to say ‘It’s fine’, but the words refuse to come out of your mouth. “It’s not your fault,” you manage to say instead. “You had no way of knowing. I’m— Nari and I should both be fine. You did— You did the best thing you could have done.”

Nari had mentioned, as you were lying with her on the cold floor of the cafeteria, that she’d seen you walk in, soon followed by the man. She hadn’t found herself able to stay away. Who knew, if she hadn’t felt so guilty, maybe she wouldn’t have gone in. Maybe if it had been Jisung, he’d be gone by now. Maybe if you’d left through the window, the killer would have followed you.

There are too many what ifs to let him blame himself.

“I’m glad you made it,” you say softly, trying not to cry again.

He nods, opens his mouth, then shakes his head as tears flow once again, and just comes to sit next to you. It’s not so often that you see Han Jisung so completely quiet. You rest your head on his shoulder, trying to bring him what comfort you can, certainly taking all that you are able to from his touch.

You know, in that moment, that the consequences of tonight would likely follow you for the rest of your life. You don’t know if there will be a single day in the future where you don’t think of it. But right now, the thought that maybe, just maybe, not everything that comes from tonight has to be horrible and dark and crushing helps you to just keep breathing.

Jisung’s fingers quietly rub circles on your skin. He presses a kiss into your hair, mumbles ‘Thank you’s to no one in particular.

Finally, you allow yourself to close your eyes.

since this is different from what I usually write (and gets brutal), I'm exceptionally not using my taglist.

i enjoyed writing this and wrote almost 4k for it today, so, uh, sorry if it stops making sense at around 3k in. something that i particularly enjoy is breaking genre expectations by jumping into another genre. here, the first half is inspired by your typical high school movies, before veering into a thriller/horror movie, which i quite like (but it can also be disorienting and i'd get it if you didn't enjoy it). anyway.

if you've made it to this point, I hope you've enjoyed this series and this installment of it! don't hesitate to comment or reblog, honestly any feedback or support is appreciated. i'll see you all again for the hyung line in December (and maybe even in the meantime with other projects, who knows). take care!

#han x reader #han jisung x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #han imagine #han jisung imagine #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids angst #skz angst #han angst #han jisung angst #candywrites

[blueicequeen19]

Rafe’s Slut: Killer Tendencies

Warnings: d3ath/murd3r, attempted assault, loss of V, mentions of blood 🩸🫣

You watch as Rafe disappears in the pool house despite a pool party being in full swing. Unease fills your stomach. Was he meeting someone else? After everything? Had he grown tired of the games? Did you no longer mean anything to him?

While insecure thoughts plague your mind, you don't realize how you've crossed the yard and stopped in front of the pool house. The door appears to be shut but there's a tiny gap where the latch didn't catch so you gently push it open, afraid of what you might find.

There's silence. Agonizing silence as you slip inside and shut the door completely, noting that he'd attempted to lock it but failed to get it shut all the way.

Rafe didn't want anyone coming in behind him.

The realization has your breath coming in pants, nearly hyperventilating. You weren't above begging. You could be what Rafe wanted. What he needed. You'd played this torturous game for months now. Surely the promise of the prize was enough to keep him interested. It's not that you hadn't been willing. It's that he kept resisting. Like a predator playing with it's food before consuming it whole.

You gasp when you hear a pained groan followed by a grunt at the back of the hallway. You creep closer, hearing Rafe's voice just as you reach the closed door at the end of the hallway.

"You thought you could look at what's mine? Try to take what's mine?" There's a loud thump, followed by a groan. Your eyes widen when you realize Rafe is.. hitting someone. There's a pained cry after another blow is delivered to the person.

"You tried to drug her drink. I saw you." Rafe's snarl has you shuddering in place, your heart hammering in your chest. Anyone else might be mortified that Rafe was beating someone and run to call the police. Not you. It sent shots of pure fire straight to your core.

You felt honored.

Treasured.

Rafe was defending you.

"P-p-please, I-I-I--," Your spine stiffens from hearing that familiar voice. It was your ex. He'd tried to drug you at Rafe's own party and Rafe had caught him.

"Shut your fucking mouth. If you're going to beg, then beg me to make it quick." You lean against the door, listening as Rafe hits him over and over again until it starts to sound like pounded meat. Flesh against flesh until the sounds are almost sickening. Alarm bells ring in your head. Rafe was going to kill him! You don't realize the sounds have stopped until the door suddenly opens and you fall into Rafe's arms.

"Y/N, what are you--." Rafe's cut off when you pull back to smash your lips against his. He groans against your lips, hauling you up his body while covered in the blood of your ex.

“Did you kill him?” You pant against his lips, tasting the blood of another man where it’s splattered all over Rafe’s face.

“Yes.” Rafe snarls, his eyes darkening as he tightens his hold around you.

“Good.” Something inside Rafe snaps at your words and he’s suddenly got your back against the hallway wall, grinding his erection against your bare pussy as he devours your mouth.

There’s not a second’s hesitation before he’s thrusting inside you, tearing away your virginity with one brutal thrust. You scream against his lips, your arms tight around his neck as he starts to bounce you on his dick.

“Oh god, Rafe. It hurts.” You whimper, burying your face in his neck. Rafe growls, pressing your body harder against the wall as he hammers into you.

“You can take it. Take me, baby.” You blink back tears, not wanting to disappoint him as you start to move in sync with him. One hand firmly grips your ass with one hand as the other finds your clit.

“That’s it. Cum for me. Cream all over me. Your little pussy is so wet and tight. All for me.” You cry out against Rafe’s lips, your body exploding in a way you’d never felt before. Your pussy clenched around him so tightly, threatening to push him out even as he hammers inside you. You feel the sudden wetness between your legs before your body goes limp against his, a wave of emotion suddenly hitting you.

“You’re mine and I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to pump you so full that you’ll feel me running down your legs then you’ll beg me for more.” Rafe growls as you peer over his shoulder at the body on the floor in the other room, your back roughly meeting the wall over and over again. Rafe must sense your tension because he fists your hair, bringing your head back so you’re forced to look into his eyes.

“Focus on me.”

“W-we have to get rid of the body.” You sob, your body tightening again as you approach another climax. Rafe growls before lowering you to your feet and spinning you so your front is against the wall. You open your mouth in surprise until he pulls your hips back, quickly filling you again.

“Rafe—.” You moan, his hand finding your throat and holding you tightly to his chest as his hips slam against your ass.

“You let me worry about him. Right now, I just want you to focus on how good my cock feels inside this tight little body and how you’re going to let me do whatever I want with you from now on.” Rafe growls in your ear, his hand cutting off your air supply as your eyes roll back and you cum harder than before, an obscene amount of fluid gushing between your legs. Rafe curses in your ear just as everything starts to go black until he releases his hold and you slump against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

You swallow the lump in your throat, your legs threatening to give out as as his movements grow quick and sloppy until he finally stills, his massive cock pulsing inside you as he releases thick ropes of semen as his body pins you to the wall. His heavy breathing fans across your neck as he leaves feather like kisses, his cock still buried so deep it hurts.

“Rafe.” You whisper, feeling his hand slide up your body to grasp your throat again.

“Go upstairs and wait for me. Don’t clean up. I want to see the mess I’ve made then I’m going to fuck you again. I bet I’ve got your sweet virgin blood all over my dick.” Rafe kisses your cheek before using his hold on your throat to turn your head, capturing your mouth in a toe curling kiss. Your head was spinning. You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

#smutwarning #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #dark!fic #tw dark content #dark rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron

[throneofsapphics]

RowAelin in falling in love with the palace healer? 👀 they are trained killers but god they can’t get enough of her? Sometimes even they will make sure that in the next sparing sesh that one or both of them gets hurt so they have an excuse to see her 👀👀👀👀 or even that at one point Aelin sees her helping somone else and gets jealous and straight up looks Rowan in the eye while she stabs herself and he’s like AH while running her to the healer while she smiles HEHEHEHHEH

any reason

Rowaelin x f!Reader 

Summary: Aelin will find any reason to visit the palace healer. 

Warnings: self-inflicted injuries, blood, not proofread as usual

A/N: I love this, Aelin is SO chaotic, it’s just a lil drabble based on part of the prompt! maybe i’ll write a longer version later, thank you for the request!

Aelin had a wicked look on her face as she raised her knife, flipping it in her palm. 

“Aelin,” Rowan groaned. “Please don’t Fireheart.” 

She shrugged, stabbing the tip of the knife into her forearm - in a completely non-lethal place, but deep enough it would require healing. 

“For fucks sake,” he cursed under his breath as she wiped the blood off on her pants, heading directly for the healers quarters. One specific healer - that she knew was on duty. Then again, they both always knew when she was working. Aelin had even stolen a copy of the healer’s schedules. 

He grumbled under his breath but followed after her. He wouldn’t turn down a perfectly good chance to see y/n. 

-

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/n groaned as Aelin walked in with a grin on her face, holding her arm out. She sent the Queen a small smile. 

“Careful how you speak of your Queen,” Aelin teased. 

“Apologies, your Majesty.” She dropped into an exaggerated curtesy. “I swear, I think you do this on purpose sometimes.” She huffed, but gathered the necessary supplies. First, she carefully washed the wound - ignoring Aelin’s winces, before throwing a particularly strong cleansing tonic over it, and finally using her magic to heal the small but deep cut. She could’ve sworn Aelin let out a moan, and she ducked her head to hide the blush forming on her cheeks. 

“How did you get that?” She asked, finally lifting her head to look at her. She spotted Rowan in the corner, leaning back against the doorway. Of course, she wouldn’t complain about seeing them - but sometimes she wondered why they didn’t just heal themselves or each other. 

Aelin flicked her eyes towards Rowan, who pinned her with an exasperated look. Maybe it was self-inflicted. 

“A secret,” she gave a small smile and y/n didn’t question any further. 

“You’re all set,” she told her after examining the space one last time. No scar, either. 

“I could kiss you.” Aelin hummed, and y/n shot an alarmed glance to Rowan, who only raised one brow, as if to say I don’t care. She swallowed and ignored it. The queen ran her hand down her forearm, squeezing her hand. “Thank you,” her mouth curved up at one side and y/n got the opinion Aelin knows exactly what her words and touch do to her. “See you next time,” she said cheerily, rising and leaving the room. Rowan gave her a polite nod, and followed her from the room.

#rowaelin x y/n #rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass drabble #crack drabble #throne of glass crack drabble

[bearhugsandshrugs]

Wet your Throat – Rugan/Tav

Tav had a stressful week and longs to just surrender control. Luckily for her, Rugan has some ideas and a specific scroll he'd been meaning to try out.

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Tav fell down into the chair with a heavy sigh. 

“I can’t believe I had to solve a serial killer’s case on top of everything else”, she exhaled. “I swear, sometimes it’s like I’m the only one people listen to.”

Rugan chuckled from across the room, making his way over to lean down and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “That’s because you’re incredibly competent at your job”, he smirked, “and you got that swaggery attitude those tossers respect.”

“Swaggery attitude? Sounds more like you”, Tav grinned back. “But thank you.” 

She pulled him closer for another kiss, her hands immediately starting to wander across his body: his lean muscles, the soft belly and his strong abs, his calloused hands… Ever since they’d started seeing each other she couldn’t get enough of him, and luckilyr, he felt the same about her.

“Maybe you should take a day or two off”, Rugan murmured, sliding his hands underneath her shirt. His hands felt rough against her softer skin, but she craved his touch, craved the prickling sensation that gave her goosebumps every time his hands brushed over her breasts. His mouth found the side of her neck in a completely unfair motion – he knew that she was weak for him sucking at her skin there. “And let me take care of you.”

Tav hummed into his touch. “I mean…” Her thoughts trailed off for a moment when his hands wandered up to her breasts, tenderly squeezing. “We’re waiting on a few things… maybe I could…” She let her head fall back when he rolled her nipple between his fingers, a shaky breath coming out of her mouth. 

Rugan chuckled, his low voice clearly amused. “I have an idea”, he suggested with a sultry undertone, nibbling at her throat before pulling away, looking at her expectantly. “But it requires a bit of trust.”

Tav sat up straight. The way he said it was intriguing and sent a shiver down her spine. Over the past weeks Rugan had increasingly come out of his shell and shown her more and more of what he was into. Their sex had gotten rougher, and in turn, better, as Tav discovered she absolutely loved getting told what to do, and how to do it, and when to do it; blindly following his wishes all in an effort to please him. When they were together she wasn’t the revered hero, nor he the experienced smuggler. They just were.

“I’m listening”, she grinned with excitement, and Rugan returned her expression with a smirk. 

“Two things”, he said, standing back up to walk over to a shelf, pulling out a scroll. “First: Tell me if things get too much, so I can stop and use the counter.” He flipped through some papers, then held up another spell. “And second: Take your fucking clothes off.”

Tav swallowed. She hadn’t expected them to start right away – not that she minded. But it was unexpected. 

“Didn’t you say you had work to do–”

“Making me repeat myself?” Rugan’s voice was low and dangerous, exactly how she loved it, and Tav wetted her lips before starting to undo the laces of her shirt without further comment. It took her only a few moments until she stood there, completely naked, waiting for whatever was next. 

The Zhent let his gaze fall over her body, an unreadable expression on his face. She knew that decades of practice let him slip on that mask easily, way more easily than she could, and every time he looked at her like he didn’t give a damn, heat pooled down between her legs. 

Rugan held up one of the scrolls and started reading: A low chant, and rather long compared to other scrolls she knew, and his forehead laid in creases as he focused on the words. And then, she felt it: Her breasts started to… swell. From the outside they barely expanded, but they felt plumper, fuller. Tense, as if waiting for release. 

“Fuck”, she breathed out in surprise, “What was that?”

“Don’t remember asking you to speak”, Rugan dismissed her, sitting down at the table, the documents he’d been working on before she arrived still laid out in front of him. “Come here. And be a good lass and bring me that scarf.” 

Tav tentatively touched her breast, trying to figure out what the spell had done – if he wanted to enlarge them it barely worked – and moaned out in surprise when her core clenched at the sensation.

Her breast was wet. Was she… leaking?

“Tav.” Rugan’s voice was half warning, half charm, and Tav hurried through the room to grab the scarf from the side table.

When she walked up to him he unbuttoned his trousers, took out his fully erect cock, and patted his lap.

“Take a seat, why don’t you?”, he demanded, eyes sparkling. 

Gods, yes. Tav noticed she was soaked, her body having dialed up the arousal within mere moments, and when she climbed on his lap to sink down on him, his cock slid into her with ease.

“Fuck”, she groaned and started to roll her hips into him, eager to please. But his hands stopped her. 

“Sit still”, he murmured, taking the scarf out of her hands. He tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her, before reaching around to bring her arms behind her back, tying them up with the leftover fabric. 

Tav gasped. She couldn’t see and she couldn’t move. She was stuck, sitting on his cock.

Rugan shifted underneath her, leaning forward. Tav smiled, expecting him to meet her mouth with his, or maybe her throat, but instead, he reached for the papers and, from what it sounded like, started working on his documents.

A soft gasp flew out of Tav’s throat when she realized what he was doing, and she heard him chuckle in response.

“Good lass”, he praised her, “Always been a quick one to catch on.”

Her body felt like it was on fire. The constant swell in her breasts made her flush with need, and his thick cock buried inside of her did little to ease the tension without either of them moving. Every sensation felt heightened as she couldn’t see nor move, and when her walls clenched around him she let out a moan, surprised by just how aroused she was.

Rugan chuckled with a low voice and ran his free hand over her back in a soothing motion. They sat there for at least an hour, with Tav’s body steadily climbing towards a high just from the way her tits felt and his cock twitched, and when he shuffled the papers and set them away she was already panting.

“Work makes me thirsty”, he murmured, sucking at her throat. “Good of you to offer me a refreshment.”

He pushed her chest backwards until she was leaning into his arm. His mouth closed around her right nipple, tongue softly lapping. Tav groaned. Her breasts felt like they were going to burst, full and needing release. 

But then, he… sucked. 

An orgasm crashed over her so quickly she didn’t know what was happening, only that she was helplessly shuddering in his arms on his cock. Rugan sighed and kept sucking, and only when Tav’s body was calming after her high did she realize that he was swallowing something. From her. He was drinking from her.

“What’s happening?” Tav whimpered, already feeling her body respond to Rugan’s mouth anew. The breast he was drinking from ached with need, mixed with sweet release, edging her on the more he sucked at it. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” She couldn’t see his face, but she heard him groan out praise with her flesh still between his teeth. Her hips had started to move on their own, grinding into him. Down in her cunt, his cock was still rock hard, and Rugan grunted when she rolled her waist into him with more and more lust. 

He brought his mouth to her other breast, eager to repeat the process there: His hands dug into her ass, pulling her body against his, and as soon as the tension in her tit found release by spilling into his mouth, Tav came again. This time, she moaned so loudly she was sure the neighbors heard, and Rugan chuckled between swallowing, sucking out more and more of the juices that flowed from her tits down his throat. 

Tav’s head fell over, uselessly resting against Rugan’s. 

“I could sit here all day”, he sighed, exhaling deeply. “Having you come on my cock again and again, just like that, tight and ready, not knowing what is happening”, he chuckled. “I could invite the Zhentarim here for a meeting and have them watch you shudder with release without you any the wiser. I could… ah–” 

He stood up from the chair, pushing it backwards in the process, his arms steadying her legs and body before setting her down on the table. Tav blinked uselessly against the blindfold, paralyzed, and now on top of everything she was lying on her own arms. Rugan was still buried inside her, but he started to slowly pump in and out, languidly moving his hips while his hands wandered up to her breasts, squeezing them both. 

Wetness drooled down her breasts and the feeling of release made her clit twitch with need while she sobbed out a curse. 

“Such beautiful tits”, Rugan murmured, pulling out slowly before slamming into her with full force. “So tasty, and juicy, and needy.” 

Tav mewled at the praise, her entire body on fire. It felt like there was a direct connection from her nipples down to her core, and every time her tits were caressed, or sucked at, new waves of pleasure threatened to drag her under. 

Rugan started fucking her in earnest, slamming into her cunt so needily that the breath temporarily left Tav’s lungs. “I could have you sit on my cock all day”, he grunted between thrusts, “wet and clenching like a slut, while I ignore you.”

Another set of moans escaped her throat at the thought. The past hour had been torturous, but oh so good, and she longed to warm is cock within her walls, serve him, be good for him, while he was working. 

“Please”, Tav sobbed, “You can use me however you want.”

“Oh”, Rugan chuckled, “I will.” 

He slapped her tit without warning, and the sudden pain mixed with the tension of the spell, making her come on the spot. Tav’s walls spasmed around his cock as she came undone, again and again in quick succession, and he moaned at the feeling of her cunt tightening around him. Picking up his pace he kept fucking her, and as soon as she’d come down from her high he slapped her other tit, making her come all over again. 

Wetness had started to spurt out of her with every orgasm, and his balls were dripping with her juices, slapping against her ass while he pounded into her. There wasn’t anything on Tav’s mind. There was no space. Each time she calmed, he slapped her again, or pinched her nipple, or bent down to suck, and each time she came again, so often her throat hurt from the strain of her vocal cords. 

When he finally pushed himself over the edge he grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezing and digging, making her milk out his seed while her cunt constricted around him. Tav cried out, tears leaking out of the sides of her blindfold. Her arms, still bound behind her back, were numb, her legs were trembling, and her tits hurt in a delicious pain that continued to stir at her core. 

Eventually, Rugan sighed, picked her up, and sat back down on the chair, his cock still in her. 

“Such a good girl”, he whispered before kissing her. He gently pulled her forward so she could rest against his head and his shoulders, panting heavily. “Wait here”, he chuckled. “I have some more work to do.”

#bg3 rugan #rugan #rugan x tav #bg3 smut #bg3 fanfic #my writing #this was supposed to be a drabble but now here we are #it's been a tough week so let's change the topic to SMUT

[radiant-reid]

HEYY! can you please do a blurb on spencer telling his gf about the lila thing and down playijg it how you say in the post but then she hears the truth from someone else

Spencer’s dreading tell you what happened in LA.

It’ll break your heart, and although he would prefer he’s the one hurting, it’ll break his heart as well. It’s not going to be good. No, it’s going to be a hurtful conversation that will leave nothing but negative feelings and as he’s waking to your door, he wishes it were a conversation he didn’t need to have.

You look and sound so happy jumping up to greet him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his body into yours. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him, the profiling seminar being extended for a serial killer hunt- so his texts told you.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He greets you, wishing he could relax in the warmth that being with you brings. He really wants to, but he doesn’t allow himself to. Not when he doesn’t deserve it.

“How was your case?” You ask, pulling him through your apartment to your living room.

Spencer bites down on his bottom lip, knowing it’s now or never, except it can’t be never. “I was playing bodyguard and I got dragged into a pool and kissed.”

Your mouth falls open, heart plummeting straight down and preparing to shatter against concrete. “What?” You ask breathlessly.

“She kissed me.” He repeats, forcing himself to look at your tears. He needs to see them as his own form of punishment, although it will never be enough. He keeps talking before you can make any move to get him away from you. “I pushed her off, Y/n, I swear. It was one kiss and then I told her I had a girlfriend and even if I didn’t, I would never go there since she’s part of our case.” He claims.

There’s too many negative thoughts running through your head for one not to slip out. “Is she pretty?”

You’re breaking his heart just sitting there looking like you think you’re not enough, but he knows you're not going to accept him hugging you.

"Y/n, it meant nothing." He promises from so deep in his heart that you believe it. "You're all I was thinking about. I love you and I think you're the most beautiful person in the world." He knows he shouldn't say something so meaningful to get you to forgive him.

Spencer's been nothing but good to you since you met, and you can't lose that, not when you've never had that before and doubt you will again.

"It didn't mean anything?" You doubt check.

"Absolutely nothing." He promises, finally taking your hand. "It was one kiss, and I pushed her away."

You don't see it, the way he twitches slightly as he pulls you into a hug and the deep breath he takes when he realizes the lie has worked.

"I really missed you." You tell him, moving closer to him.

He reciprocates your physical affection, holding you as tightly as he wanted to on the jet home knowing you might break up with him. "I really missed you more."

He feels like dirt for it, so guilty that he barely sleeps that night.

It gets easier. The lie is never too far from the front of his mind, but after that night he realized he couldn't tell you the truth ever.

You barely think about it again. Spencer's lips become exclusively yours and it feels like nothing has changed. He's just your caring, wonderful boyfriend again.

In fact, the first time you've thought about it in a month is when Elle mentions it on a night out. "So, you and Reid are you?" She asks.

"Yeah." You say, slightly confused like the answer should be obvious.

"I hate to bring it up, but you know I'll smack him if you need me to." She assures you, and you nod, wanting her to continue as the sense that you're missing something strikes you. "He's an idiot, seriously. Making out with Lila in her pool was the dumbest thing I've seen him do."

Your heart drops again like it did that night, clenching in your chest, but you have to push her to keep going or you might never know. "Was it more than a casual kiss? Tell me the truth."

She cringes at your paled face but figures she would want to know, so she answers honestly. "Yes, multiple, and they weren't pecks."

"I need to go and talk to him." You realize, standing up and looking for him at the bar before turning back to her. "Thank you."

He greets you happily, blissfully unaware of how you're feeling- for now. "Hey, Y/n, what's up?"

"We're going." You announce, not caring about if it's rude to pull him away from his friends.

He frowns at you, trying to figure out what you're thinking. Whatever it is, it's not good, but his brain doesn't jump to his damaging lie.

Morgan thinks it's something else, patting Spencer on the back. "Ooo, someone's getting some tonight."

You don't look at him as you drag him out of the bar, anger covering your upset. It's colder outside, and he goes to hand you his jacket when you angrily spin around to face him.

"What's wrong?" He wonders carefully.

"You lied to me." You accuse him, but it still doesn't stick. "You told me it was one kiss!" Oh. He gets it then, the realization and accusation hitting him forcefully. "I actually can't believe you. You swore- promised- it was one kiss that you rejected, not a long make-out session. How could you lie to me like that?" You don't give him time to answer. "Were you just going to go on lying to me forever?"

"It was a mistake." He assures you, not comforting you at all.

You shake your head, not wanting to hear another excuse that you can't trust. "Your lying was intentional." You remind him firmly. "How would I ever trust you again?"

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb

[cherrycola27]

Star Spangled Seresin

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Political situations. Unrequited love, one night stand, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: (I was) Enchanted to Meet You:

After you had left the apartment, Jaycee decided to take some time to herself and get some writing done for work. She was halfway through her article when her phone chimed. It was a text from Jake.

She took a deep breath. She shouldn't have given Jake her phone number. Jaycee didn't do relationships. Not after what happened. But Jake was sweet and made her cum three times and then fixed her breakfast the next day. So, in a moment of weakness, she gave him her number.

She checked his text. It was a message checking to make sure she had made it home okay. After confirming, she was fine, he asked her about her day.

Feeling bold, she snapped a picture of herself with a messy bun, glasses, leggings, and her oversized Georgetown sweatshirt with her laptop. Jake chuckled when he received the image before texting her back a selfie of him in a US Navy tank at the gym.

Jaycee blushed before typing back, "I figured you'd be the kind of guy who works out shirtless 😉." Jake quickly replied, "Normally, I do, but my back had a run-in with some nails last night 😏."

Jaycee's face turned red. And before she could fire off a response, Jake texted her again, "When can I see you again?"

Jaycee sighed. She wasn't a second date or first date, whichever this was kind of girl, but Jake did seem sincere, a nice meal, and some good sex did sound appealing. Of course, she'd have to keep it a secret from you, but that shouldn't be too hard. So, before she could talk herself out of it, she texted him back that she was free on Monday.

Moments later, a smiling selfie of Jake graced her screen with the message, "Fantasic. Meet me at Marcel's at 7:30. The reservation will be under Seresin, party of two."

Jaycee collapsed against the throw pillows of the couch. Was she really about to do this?

The rest of the afternoon was spent texting with Jake. She learned all kinds of things about him, from where he grew up, to his time in the Naval Academy, to his career in the Navy, and some about his family. Jaycee shared more details about herself than she had in a long time. She was about to order some takeout and text you to see what you wanted when she got a message saying you'd be out late and wouldn't be home until after midnight. Something with the campaign.

Jaycee rolled her eyes at how dedicated you were to your job before placing her order.

She'd just settled down to enjoy her orange chicken when a FaceTime from Jake lit up her phone.

"Um, hi?" She said as she answered it. "Hey." Jake said smoothly. "Sorry, I probably should have texted to see if you were busy, but I really wanted to see you again." Jake said.

"It's fine. I just got some takeout and was about to watch some true crime." She told him. "Oh, true crime? Are you more unsolved mysteries or serial killers?" Jake asks. "Unsolved mysteries for sure. And I love a good conspiracy." Jaycee replies as she grabs her chopsticks.

"Conspiracy theories are fun. Once Bradley and I get elected, I can't wait to learn all the secrets they keep locked in the Library of Congress. After the inauguration, I'm heading straight for the JFK file." Jake says without missing a beat. "Why JFK? Is it because he was assassinated in Texas and you're from there, or is it because he was a Navy man, too?" She asks him with a mouthful of noodles.

"Both." Jake confirms

Jaycee snorts out a laugh. "You know that secret section of the Library or Congress is a myth, right?" She tells him. "Guess we'll just have to wait and see. Maybe you and I can look for it together after the election." Jake tells her with a bright smile.

"Yeah, maybe," Jaycee shifts uncomfortably.

"So, other than run for office and fly planes, what do you do for fun?" She asks, changing the subject.

"I like to hike. If I am back home, I love riding horses on my family ranch. A pickup game of football or basketball is fun every now and then. I'm a great bowler, but even better at darts and pool, and I'm a sucker for a good musical or theater performance. My sisters were in drama and dance in school, so I always went to their shows and then started seeing a few shows on my own." Jake tells her.

"Oh, so you have culture?" Jaycee teases him. "What's your favorite show?" She asks him. "Hamilton, obviously." Jaycee can't help but laugh. "Basic." She teases him. "But it could be worse. I figured you would have said something like Oklahoma." She says.

"No self-respecting Texan would ever say their favorite show is Oklahoma." Jake says in a serious tone.

"So what about you, other than grilling potential vice presidents, what do you do for fun?" Jake asks her.

"Um, I like hiking too, I've never rode a horse, I like yoga, and reading, and mini-golf, and kickboxing. And I, too, enjoy the theater."

"So, what's your favorite show then?" Jake asks her. She can tell he's waiting to tease her.

"Wicked." She admits sheepishly. "Oh, and I'm the basic one." Jake rolls his eyes dramatically. "Hey it's a great story about fighting for what you think is right and denying social norms!" Jaycee defends herself.

"If you say so. I've never seen it." Jake shrugs. "What!" Jaycee shrieks. "You said you have sisters. How have you never seen it?!" She asks him. "I tried once. The flying monkeys creeped me out." He admits.

"Okay, okay. I get that." She tells him. "So, I had a really good time with you last night." Jake tells her.

"So did I. Three really good times." Jaycee admits. "I was talking about at the bar. Like, don't get me wrong, the other stuff was great too, but I enjoyed getting to know you." He tells her.

Before Jaycee can answer, she hears keys in the door, and your voice calling out to her. "Jaycee, I'm home!"

"Oh, shit, Jake, I've gotta go!" Jaycee says before quickly ending the call.

"Hey! I thought you said you wouldn't be back until after midnight?" Jaycee asks you. "Yeah, Bradley and I finished up early. Who was that on the phone?" You ask her.

"Um, no one." Jaycee says quickly. "Wait—was that Mr. Tongue Tricks? You gave him your number? Where you guys having phone sex?" You ask her.

"No, no, and ew, no." Jaycee says as she cleans up her mess in the living room. "Okay, whatever you say." You sing-song back to her.

"Hey, do have plans Monday night? Candice and Talia are going to be in town and want to get drinks." You tell her.

"Actually, I do have dinner plans. Sorry." Jaycee tells you. "No worries." You respond before heading to your room.

All of Jaycee's Sunday is spent texting Jake. The two of them talk about everything under the sun. He makes her feel good— happy even, something she haven't felt from a relationship in quite a long time. But then—

Jake had brought up the topic of dumb things he did as a teen and told her about the scar on his ass from a bull. Jaycce laughed at him. Then, he texted, saying how he loved how she had turned her surgical scar into something beautiful. She asked him what he meant. And then he replied, "The one on your side, that's the quill tattoo. Did you have your appendix or something removed?"

Her heart sank, and she dropped your phone. The scar he was talking about wasn't from surgery. It was from the worst moment of her life. She quickly got up and went to the mirror in her room. Jaycce lifted her shirt and traced the jagged lines that ran across her right side.

You had convinced her to get the markings tattooed as a way to reclaim them, but even though she had tried to make them beautiful, they still carried ugly memories.

Flashes of that night flooded her brain, the yelling, the glass, the blood —so much blood. She shook the thoughts from her mind.

Jaycee quickly changed the subject, but suddenly, her heart wasn't in it anymore. Who was she kidding? She couldn't date Jake, she had too much baggage for a guy like him.

On Monday, she barely texted him. And that evening, just as you were able to leave to meet up with your friends, she came out of her room dressed to go out. "Hey, wait up!" She called to you. "You're coming? I thought you had plans?" You ask her skeptically.

"They got canceled. Let's go get drinks!" Jaycee cheered as the two of you walked out the door.

At 7:10, Jaycee, you, and your college friends got a table at the bar right across from Marcel's

At 7:15, she watched Jake enter with a bundle of flowers.

At 7:25, he texted her that he was there.

At 7:30, he asked if she was on her way, and if she was running late, that was fine.

At 7:40, he tried calling her, and she immediately sent it to voicemail.

At 7:45, she stopped checking her texts.

At 8 p.m., she watched a deflated Jake Seresin leave the restaurant. Jaycee finished her drink and excused herself to the restroom.

Once she was alone, she turned off her phone and allowed a single tear to slip down her cheek.

"This is for the best." She told herself in the mirror." But she knew she was lying to herself.

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[lemonmelonboy]

Oblivious

Taylor x Reader

TW: None

Content: GN!Reader, Movie Mentioned: Hush 2016, Netflix

Word Count: 925

Summary: What if Taylor did try confessing just before you went into Gallagher Mansion and it flew over your head?

18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!

 I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!

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You and Taylor meet bright and early as usual, hanging out before both of your 10 am classes had become a delightful ritual. Typically you would spend 2 hours in a private study room, that you would reserve at the beginning of each week. 

“Hey bud!” Taylor calls as he comes into the private study room you had reserved in the library. He slips into the chair across from you at the small table. “Sorry, I’m a bit late.” He said with a soft apologetic smile. You could see the sleep in his eyes still, he must have missed his alarm again and came straight here after waking up. 

You smile kindly back, “No- it’s ok, I only just got settled a couple minutes before you got in”. You notice a soft pink spread across Taylors' cheeks before he nods and looks away. He starts pulling out his laptop and notebooks so that the pair of you can start working quietly. 

Most mornings were spent like this, a quiet individual study together. It was always a comfortable silence and rarely accompanied by discussions unless one of you had a test to study for that day. The only time the pair of you actively spoke about anything most days was around 30 minutes before you two would have to leave to class. You would pack away your things and just chat and banter about your recent favorite shows or games. A lot of times Taylor would ramble about a new horror story he heard or scary movie trailer he saw. 

And so the pair of you quietly study together, occasionally casting soft looks to each other, Taylor getting clearly flustered every time you caught him looking over at you. The hour and a half of studying passes quickly and you sigh softly to break the silence and start to put your things away. Taylor perks up when he sees you packing and quickly follows suit. 

“So, what’s been on your thoughts today? Found a new version of the Banshee story?” you asked playfully as a teasing smile lingers on your face.

“N-no..” he says softly, as he procrastinates replying while he puts his notebooks away. “I  uh, actually found a movie you might like?” He said awkwardly. “It's uh- a story about a deaf and mute woman who’s being attacked by a serial killer in her home?” 

“Oh! Yeah, I heard about that one!! I think it looks so cool!” You say excitedly, slashers and thrillers were much more your style compared to the more paranormal-based horrors that Taylor enjoyed. Taylor smiles almost proudly.

“Well- I figured- I’d take you to see it when it comes out? I thought it’d be really cool to see it with someone really amazing like you…” He says nervously with pink cheeks. And as he continues it sounds almost like the words are tumbling out of his mouth before he is prepared to announce them. “B-because you know! I get really- scared- by thrillers and uh- you love them and- you make me-” he stops himself, fiddling with his fingers and taking a small calming breath. “You make me feel safe-..” he mumbles out with a shy smile.

You look him over with an excited grin “Don’t worry! I’ll protect you from any crazy killer who’d come after you!” You give a fake and playful determined and brave look, pounding your chest with your fist. And Taylor just looks at you with a deep blush on his face, the silence between you hangs almost heavy. But soon Taylor gives a soft amused chuckle, covering his mouth as he begins to cackle, covering his mouth with his hands. You join him quickly, dissolving into wheezing laughing fits while you both try not to be too loud.

“Ye-yeah! Of course, you would.” He says a sweet and overjoyed smile on his face. “So you’ll come with me to the movie?” He asks with a small tilt of his head. 

“Yes of course!” You say gleefully “If you’re paying~” You tease with a grin.

“Ough!” he claps his hands over his heart “You only want me for my money!?” he joked back in a heartbroken voice. “And here I thought you just lo-liked me for me!” he said shyly as he corrected himself. 

“Maybe it's both~” You tease again with a gentle laugh. Taylor moves to prop his head up on the table with his hand. You mimic him and give an exaggerated sigh, looking Taylor in the eye as you do. You stare at him for a few minutes, and noticing him getting a bit fidgety makes you smile bigger which makes him look away covering his mouth with his hand. Your gaze follows his, and the pair of you just watch the movement in the library through the window of the study room.  You both sit comfortably in the silence for a bit before you shift with a sigh to check the time. 

“We should get going to class- we’re going to be late.” You say as you stand and pick up your bag. Taylor nods and follows suit. “You don’t have another test until next week right?” you ask him as the pair of you leave the room, locking the door behind you. You and Taylor continue your small talk as you walk and soon split ways to your separate classes. You continue the day as normal, but Taylor has trouble focusing in his classes as he runs through just how much he embarrassed himself in front of you.

#the groom of gallagher mansion #gogm #gogm taylor potts #taylor potts #the groom of gallagher mansion taylor potts #taylor potts x reader #gn!y/n #gn!mc #gn!reader #gn reader #you are a fool #this poor man loves you so much #i love him sm

[arthurrei07]

actverse / take on killer!sans / pt. 1

tws: implied d0mest1c a6use, bl00d, v10lence, curse words.

ship: nightkiller.

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“…Boss is calling you.”

Killer took a moment to scoff out of his nose, almost like a snort but in exhaling manners. He spared a glance at Horror, his eyes narrowing as that crooked grin did not leave his stitched lips—scooting back from the table as his chair squeaked against the wooden flooring.

“This,” Killer’s fingers gently pressed on the side of the dish, “belongs in the trash.”

Horror’s eyebrows softly knitted, his eyes turning away from Killer and to Murder. Killer’s teeth bared — his lips not shifting from the smile, the black bloodstains being visible to any eye, “Of course. Alright, big guy.”

He raised his clenched hand up in the air, the clean fork shining under the dim light. Killer left the fork onto the table, the metal clattering around until it finally stopped.

Killer took one single look at both of their faces, the expressions—oh, the expressions. Almost gave him enough enjoyment to leave their sorryasses alone to rot. But he wasn’t done.

His neck took two cracks to turn to the staircase, eyes wide bulging as the streaks of negativity filled in his pitch black eyes, streaming down in some straight lines on his cheeks, “Enjoy your rat meat meal. Absolutely delicious, right?”

He heard some hitching on Horror’s breathing, and Murder uncomfortably moved in his place. Killer snorted, his feet stepping up to the stairs.

The wood creaked as he pushed his body up and up, feet one by one changing places on the stairs. His ear twitched as the cold air drifted through somewhere and onto his face, clearing his wet hair away from his mouth and eyes.

He helped himself up to the top stair, orbs looking around to see which room’s door was wide fucking open, making him freeze to his guts—and it was Nightmare’s.

“Killer.” That bastard was standing there, staring at him.

“What am I being accused of this time? Hm?” Killer snickered, his voice coming out rather hoarse and strangled. Blood ran up to his mouth, stopping his giggles in the middle. He nearly frowned, his taste buds tingling with the sharp taste of iron—then expectorated into his mouth and spat it harshly on the floor as black splat onto the ground. He huffed, eyes back onto Nightmare’s face.

“Let me guess,” Killer said, that stupid smile occupying his own face, “I failed the mission. Oh but Musty reported me to you, because I not only failed the mission, but I failed against that little Fae twink of your damned brother.”

Killer suddenly gasped out, his bandaged hand raising up to his mouth, showing that he had remembered something — a shock apparent on his face. Then his arm fell completely limp on his side, head slightly tilting to the left as his eyes refilled with the negativity, “I almost forgot, can you believe that? I also broke Murder’s arm, and insulted Horror’s cooking. Oh! But you already know those, huh?”

Nightmare’s shitless face—Killer wanted to break every single bone on his pretty little face, and to break them dirtily. Oh, how would he have enjoyed seeing him scream in agony, down on the floor — dying and in pain. But thank the Gods above, the trio of the brothers always returned. Not even a single damage to their body; not a busted lip, not a crooked nose, no nothing. Thank Error and Ink, right?

“Pathetic. Desperately pathetic, I am.” Killer mumbled.

“What are you exactly upset about, Killer?” Nightmare asked, his stupid teal pupil looking directly into Killer’s eyes.

“Funny question, Nightmare,” Killer spat out his name as if poison, his lips almost trembling as they forced the stitches, “Maybe the fucking contract you got my soul with. Does it ring any bells? Hm? No?”

Killer’s head perked back up, the water droplets dripping on his bare shoulders. “If I had not made that deal with you, I would have been the most powerful Fae to ever exist. The most dangerous. The most deadly.” Killer dreamily sighed, an obvious sarcasm toned in his exhale, “Maybe then I would be able to get rid of the blue asswipe.”

“You would have died if you had not made the deal. Remember,” Nightmare’s voice was calm, and Killer had to physically hold himself back from not attacking his goddamn ass, “you destroyed your own territory. You basically saved yourself from your end by making the contract.”

“I should have died, then. It’s better than being your favorite toy to play with.” Killer left his weight on the other leg, a soft shift of position causing him to get easily irritated.

“What do you want me to do, Killer?” Nightmare offered, voice hinted with aggression, “Help you create your family again? Get rid of Chara for once and ever? Make you live like princes, high and above — without any fears or disorders? Tell me, what do you want?”

“You tell me. What do I want?” Killer bit back, his lips still on their ugly grin and—he just hated it, Gods, he wanted to get rid of his complete face, “What do I want, Nightmare? What do I look like I want? Your dick? Your money? No. I want to get rid of you. I want you to die in a ditch, slowly and painfully.”

“And why do you exactly want it? Because I hit you? Or because I remind you of Papyrus every time I look dissatisfied, disappointed and frustrated?”

Killer’s eyes studied Nightmare’s face, every bone structure, his lips and nose, his… eyes. The different shapes of pupils, the different colors. He was absolutely beautiful. And Killer wanted that. He wanted to be pretty. He wanted to be charming. He wanted to be powerful. And maybe then, he would be content with his damned existence and cursed body.

“You are already flawless.” Killer got taken aback, but well, Nightmare could read minds after all, “You are attractive, drop dead gorgeous, even. A simple busted lip and a crooked nose won’t change anything about your face.” Killer slightly flinched, his grin fading away from his lips as Nightmare took a step closer — his hands gathered behind him, “You are incredibly talented and powerful. I saw you grow the roses near the Tree of Feelings with just your bare hands, and believe me when I say this, I have not seen anything like those white flowers in my thousand years of being. You have an amazing talent at using your knives, and any weapon at all — you almost seem too angelic when you use them. Especially against Murder.”

Killer’s eyebrows furrowed, his black orbs following Nightmare’s every move as he stepped closer and closer to his person, “You are just telling me what I want to hear.”

Nightmare paused in front of Killer, his head slightly piping down to make an eye contact with him. Killer’s dialed pupils followed Nightmare’s muscles softly budge into something kind, a gentle smile forming on his black lipsticky lips.

Killer hated his smile more than he hated his own.

“Is it so?” Nightmare cooed, his arms dangling on his side for a moment before he reached for Killer’s face, his bruised cheeks fitting right into Nightmare’s palms as he cupped them tenderly, thumbs rubbing onto his cheekbones, “Do you really think that I am just flattering you?”

Killer’s teeth gritted, and he yanked himself back from Nightmare, “Don’t fucking tease me, you bastard. I will obliterate you.”

“As you wish.” Nightmare’s arms sagged on his sides for a second, then he tucked them into his pockets.

They stared at each other, eyes not leaving one another.

…Killer was the one who cut the eye contact. He sighed from his nose, arms crossing on his chest as he leaned against Nightmare’s torso — getting wrapped with his arms.

Killer blinked twice, the wet layer in his eye clearing. The negativity streaks on his cheeks slowly cut — and a single circular pupil shone out of the darkness.

“Glad to have you back.” Killer felt Nightmare’s voice tingle on his chest, reaching Killer’s ears as his soft breathing filled his mind.

“…Yeah. Glad to be back.”

~

Killer Sans belongs to @rahafwabas

Nightmare Sans belongs to @jokublog

Murder/Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale

Horror Sans belongs to @sour-apple-studios

Actverse belongs to me

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