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violentdelightsandviolentends · 9 months

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Pity Party.

Synopsis - Carmy just wants to see you treated the way he thinks you deserve. He decides to take matters into his own hands.

Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Roommate Reader

Word Count - 3k

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol mention. carmys filthy mouth.

Age Rating - 18+

Author's Note - hello hello hello!! i am back!! i had a wonderful vacation soaking up the sun, and i am feeling refreshed and ready to go. i have had so many ideas over the past few weeks, so i'm excited to get some of them written asap!! this was a fic that came to me randomly, as i was thinking about roommate!carmen and how much of a menace he'd be if you ever talked about other guys. this was written as a part of my carmen roommates collection. it doesn't follow on from Finders, Keepers or Sweet Dreams, but it does exist in the same universe - so you can decide if this takes place before or after!! as always, feel free to send me any ideas or thoughts or burning desires you have. so much love <3

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"You're back early."

Carmy had swung the door open, expecting to come home to an empty apartment. Instead, he's met with the sight of you, sitting on the couch, undoing the straps of your shoes.

"Fuckin' disaster," you mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

He breathes out a chuckle at the stormy look on your face. Carmy thinks you're cutest when you're angry. He aches to smooth the crease between your brows with his thumb.

"That bad?" he asks, taking a seat next you and kicking off his sneakers.

"You wouldn't even believe."

He rises and makes his way to the kitchen, filling the tea kettle and placing it on the stove top. Grabbing two mugs, he casts a glance over his shoulder at you, frowning at your body language. You look defeated.

Carmy steeps two cups of tea, placing one of them carefully into your waiting hands. He resumes his seat on the sofa, pressing his thigh against yours and turning to face you.

"You wanna talk about it?"

You think for a moment before replying.

"You're gonna laugh at me."

His face instantly crumples, confusion written all over it.

"I'll never laugh at you. I'll laugh with you, sure. But never at you."

He nudges your shoulder with his, urging you to go on.

"Okay, fine. The actual date was pretty good. He took me to that Italian place downtown-"

"Dolce Vita? Did you get the truffle pasta I told you about?" Carmy interrupts you before you can continue.

"Yes, oh my God. It was incredible. Do you think you can recreate it sometime?"

"Fuck yeah. They're pretty secretive with their recipes, but I think I can figure it out. You can help me if you want - I'm gonna need a sous chef."

He pulls a reluctant laugh from you, the sound echoing off the ceramic of your mugs. You both know that being the sous chef involves you sitting on the counter drinking wine while Carmy does all the work.

"Of course. I'll always be your sous chef."

"I'll hold you to that."

You smile at him gently, a little taken aback by the sincerity in his voice.

"Anyway. The dinner went great. He seemed super interested in me, asked me questions, told me about his job, his hobbies, his dog. He was hot, and good to talk to. I thought I'd hit the jackpot."

"And then?"

"And then we went back to his apartment. And it all went to shit."

He chuckles, blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.

"Tell me more."

"You really want to hear about all of this?"

It's not like you and Carmy aren't close. You absolutely are. It's just that there's always been this unspoken connection between the two of you. A bubbling, fiery attraction that you both shut down repeatedly, screwing the lid on tight whenever it rears its head. So, you tend to avoid talking to Carmy about dating. You're scared you'll accidentally blurt out the truth - you compare every single date to him.

"Of course I do."

His answer is so genuine it makes you ache. You continue, hesitantly.

"Well... things got a little... heavy. He wasn't a bad kisser, I guess... he just wasn't... a good one? He kept biting my lip super hard and it kinda hurt. Then he pulled my clothes off like a high schooler, and he's on top of me, and I'm waiting for him to sort of... do... anything? And then he's finished. Like, completely done. And then he has the nerve to ask me if I finished."

Carmy's mouth has fallen open, shock etched across his face. After a long, heavy pause, he speaks.

"What the fuck?"

You look at him for moment, before bursting into contagious laughter. He joins you, both of you with your heads thrown back, giggles reverberating around the lowlit room.

"I mean, seriously," he pants, still laughing. "What the fuck?"

"I didn't even answer him. I just put my clothes on, grabbed my bag and left without saying a word."

Every time you try to stifle your laughter, a giggle escapes. The situation wasn't funny at the time, but looking back, it's hilarious.

All of a sudden, you both go silent. You're deep in thought, reflecting on the seemingly never ending stream of bad dates that you've endured. Carmy is watching you intently, ocean blue eyes glued to your face.

"Fuck," you breathe. "This is kinda pathetic."

Carmy inhales deeply, and turns his body so it's facing yours on the couch.

"The way I see it," he begins, "you have two options."

You quirk a brow in confusion and stay quiet, waiting for him to explain.

"You can sit here feeling sorry for yourself, or, you can let me fuck you the way you deserve."

Your mouth falls open in shock at the exact same moment your brain seems to shut down. You can't think. You can't process his words. All you can focus on is the way he's staring at you. You suddenly feel hot under his gaze, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. A shiver runs down your spine, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Wh-... what?" you choke out.

"You heard me, honey. You can wallow in your little pity party, or you can let me show you what it's like to be with someone who can actually make you come. Your choice."

His voice has dropped an octave lower than usual, the tone warm and honeyed. He's still staring at you, blue gaze unrelenting.

"Is this gonna fuck everything up between us?" you whisper hesitantly.

Carmy reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb stroking careful circles into your skin.

"I don't think anything can fuck up what we have," he murmurs. "You're the only thing in my life that makes sense."

His confession seems to sober you up, the honesty in his words snapping you back to your senses.

"Okay."

He almost does a double take at the sureness in your voice.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Put your money where your mouth is, Carmen."

"There she is," he chuckles. "You scared me when you went quiet for a second there."

"Well, if what you say is true, you're not gonna be able to shut me up for the night."

He laughs darkly, and slides closer to you slightly.

"Oh, honey. You're gonna wish you hadn't said that."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing the journey of your neck with his fingertips. He rests his hand lightly at the base of your throat, the heavy weight of it making you pant.

"If there's any point where you don't like something, or you want me to slow down, just say so. Okay?"

You nod your head, entranced by the sudden dominance he's displaying. You've never seen this side of him before. You can't believe he's been hiding it this whole time.

"Words, pretty. Need to hear you say it."

"Yes. I understand. I'll tell you, I promise."

He doesn't say anything in reply, just smirks. He lets you sit in the silence for a moment too long, the anticipation slowly killing you.

"Please, Carmen," you breathe. "Please."

"Fuck," he groans, shuffling closer to you. "You sound so pretty when you beg."

Carmy leans in and kisses your cheek gently, testing the waters. He presses a kiss to your other cheek, and pulls back to watch for your reaction. When he's happy, he tilts forward and leaves a careful kiss on your chin, then your forehead, then both of your closed eyes, before kissing you on the side of your mouth. His closeness makes you whine, desperate for him to give you what you want.

Finally, he connects his lips to yours, starting off slow and tender. When you tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and try to pull him even closer, his resolve snaps. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You clamber over him and climb into his lap, straddling his hips and pressing yourself into his body.

Carmy can't decide where to put his hands. He's grabbing at your waist, running his fingers up your back, pulling you into him by your ass. You're both groaning into each others mouths, enraptured by the other person and the all consuming way they kiss.

"Can I take this off?" he asks lowly, pulling at the hem of your dress.

Instead of answering, you pull it over your head, throwing it onto the floor in front of you.

"Fuck," he murmurs. "Most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

His hands are roaming all of your exposed skin, as if he can't get enough. He's terrified he won't ever get to see you like this again, so he's not going to waste a second.

You grind your hips down into his, eliciting a groan from the both of you. His hands tighten their grip on your waist, as he leans up to press open mouthed kisses to your jaw. Your fingers fly to the hem of his t shirt, pulling it off swiftly. You manage to shove his jeans down and off, before attempting to pull off his underwear. Carmy stops you in your tracks.

"Nuh uh," he tuts. "This is about you. Not me."

He pulls you off his lap gently and shuffles so his back is resting against the couch cushions. He spreads his legs wide, and gestures for you to sit between them. When you don't move, he looks at you carefully.

"Give me a color, pretty girl."

You take a deep breath, and smile at him softly.

"Green, Carmen. Promise."

You manoeuvre sideways, so you can place yourself with your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around you for a moment and holds you tightly, as if he's scared you'll disappear any second. You relax into his embrace, all the tension leaving your body. You have nothing to worry about. It's just you and Carmen, in the place you call home.

You drop your head back into Carmy's shoulder, and allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of his hands on your skin. He's begun tracing patterns down your arms, your sides, your stomach, until he reaches your underwear. He plays with the band, dipping his finger underneath in a feather light touch. Goose bumps rise across your body and you shiver, practically vibrating with need.

"Carmen," you whisper. "Don't tease."

"But that's half the fun," he murmurs into your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You can picture it perfectly, too. The way his eyes crinkle, the way his mouth curves, the way he bites his lip to stifle it. The image in your mind makes you melt into him further. You want to be as close to him as you physically can be. You'd completely disappear into him if you could.

He brings you back to reality by cupping you over your underwear, groaning when he feels the saturated material.

"Oh, pretty girl. Is this all for me? Fuck."

Suddenly, his game of teasing has lost all its fun. Carmy twists his fingers into your underwear and pulls them off in one swift movement, throwing them in the general direction of your dress on the floor. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, hooking them over his legs.

Carmy starts off slow, careful. He caresses over your skin, gentle and almost apprehensive. When he gets to your core, he swipes a finger through, testing the waters. When you buck your hips into his hand, he knows you're both on the same page.

"Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good."

His deep, smooth, whiskey like voice is doing nothing to help the heat bubbling in your stomach. You only whine in response, wiggling your hips to urge him to keep going.

Carmy throws one arm around your stomach, keeping you plastered to his body. You can feel him hot and hard against your back, and you so desperately want to feel him that your mouth is watering. You grind back into him, and he reads your mind.

"Not yet," he whispers. "This is about you, remember? Need to show you what you've been missing."

With that, he circles your clit with two fingers, slowly but surely. He revels in the noises you elicit. They're making him dizzy, disorientated. He never thought he'd be the one to pull a sound like that from you. He's quite convinced he's dreaming.

"Let me hear you. Don't hold back on me, okay?"

You nod your head frantically, willing to give him whatever he asks if you get what you want.

Carmy slips a finger into you slowly, moaning under his breath at your warmth. When he thinks you're ready, he adds a second finger, and sets a steady rhythm, trying to figure out what you like.

After he's set his pace, he starts to curl his fingers on the up stroke, grinning to himself when he finds the spot.

"Yeah? Right there? That's it, isn't it?"

You're nodding and shaking and pawing at his forearms, trying to tether yourself to reality in any way you can. You think you might be floating, on cloud 9, in some sort of euphoric trance. You can't believe no one's ever made you feel like this before. You're convinced no one ever will again.

Carmy quickens his pace and basks in the glory of your moans. He thinks this might be the most beautiful you've ever looked, spread out completely for him. Every inch of your skin is touching his, and it makes his heart skip a beat for a second.

He presses a kiss into your hair and keeps his mouth there, murmuring honeyed praises into your ear.

"Doin' so good for me."

"You got it, honey, that's it."

"Atta girl. Keep going. Almost there."

"You look so fuckin' pretty like this. Fuck. Gonna be thinking about this forever."

"I'll ruin you, baby. Nothing's ever gonna compare to this, to what we have."

All you can do is moan in response, his filthy words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You're almost there, but something is stopping you. You whine in frustration, tears welling in your eyes. Carmy feels the tension suddenly grasp your muscles, and leans down to mutter to you softly.

"What is it, sweet girl? What do you need? Just tell me. Anything, and I'll give it to you."

You're not sure how much you trust your voice right now, so you decide to show him instead. You take the hand that he's using to hold you to him and move it up your body until it's resting against your throat. You tighten your fingers around his, and moan in response to the pressure.

"Oh, baby," he coos. "Filthy fuckin' girl. Here I thought you were so innocent, and this whole time you wanted to be choked like a whore?"

The way he degrades you so lovingly makes you mewl. You'd never ever trust anyone else to speak to you this way in such an intimate moment - but with Carmen, there's no hesitation. You know he's just telling you what you need to hear in the heat of the moment. And you love him for it.

"Fuck, Carmen," you manage to choke out. "Keep going. Don't stop, please."

"I'll do anything you want if you keep saying my name like that," he whispers.

"Carmen," you moan in response. "Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy."

You're chanting his name like a prayer. He's rutting into your back, hips grinding and circling in time with his fingers that are maintaining their steady rhythm. His fingers tighten around your throat as he crooks his digits just right, and the result is a devastating moan from you that Carmy wishes to have on repeat for the rest of his life.

"So close," you whisper hoarsely. "Harder."

Carmy uses his thumb to circle your clit with one hand, other hand pulling you by your neck back into him tightly. He grinds his hips dirtily into you, and the feeling of him so silky and warm against you is what sends you over the edge. The corners of your vision go white as you arch into him, head thrown backwards into his chest. The sounds you're making are so melodic, so borderline angelic that Carmy almost cries. Heaven, he thinks. This is salvation.

Carmy finishes with you, climaxing onto the soft skin of your back. You both relax simultaneously, chests heaving and panting. He removes his fingers gently and wraps both arms around you, pulling you into him tightly despite the mess. He reaches to brush the hair out of your face, and the gesture is so tender it makes your lip quiver.

"Thank you," you whisper after what feels like hours of comfortable silence.

"Sorry I called you a whore," he murmurs back.

You let out a surprised laugh, vibrating with amusement in his arms.

"I know you didn't mean it."

"I mean I did give you the best orgasm of your life, so... call it even?"

"You're forgiven," you chuckle. "Completely forgiven."

You trace gentle patterns over his forearms with your fingertips, following the black ink of his tattoos. He sighs in contentment and places a kiss into your hair, relaxing further into the couch.

You sit together like that for a while, neither of you too concerned with the time. It's not often you see Carmy so relaxed, so serene. You're enjoying it for as long as you can.

"We should clean up," he says quietly, eventually. "Sorry about the mess."

"It's okay. Worth it," you tease, pinching his thigh. He pinches your side in retaliation, which makes you jump.

"Come on, trouble."

He stands from the couch, never letting go of the grip he has on you. You have no choice but to stand with him, yelping as he half carries you through the apartment towards the shower.

The sounds of both of your laughter bounce off of the abandoned mugs of tea still sat on the coffee table, melodic and joyous. The moonlight seeps through the windows, illuminating the beginning of something special in the living room of your shared apartment.

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quokkawritesarchive · 3 months

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BE MY VALENTINE — MINHO.

pairing: minho x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: established relationship, very soft sex, morning sex, creampie a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab!

the series of small kisses all over your face woke you up. you pouted at first, feeling the fingers delicately touching your cheeks. who would disturb you so early in the morning?

of course, today was february 14th. you totally forgot about it, being half asleep. you face immediately lit up with happiness, because who else besides your boyfriend could decide to wake you up in such a cute way.

when minho saw that you had your eyes open, he smiled at you tenderly.

“good morning, my love.”

“morning…” you hummed, closing your eyes again and trying to hide your face in the curve of your boyfriend’s neck.

minho wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer. you felt so secure and so warm right now. the smell of his shampoo was so familiar that you nuzzled his neck harder. he smelled like home.

minho chuckled. “don’t wanna get up?”

“mhm.” you shook your head.

“okay… let’s cuddle for a bit.” minho agreed to your lazy mood.

although he had planned a lot for the day, it could wait. he didn’t mind if you wanted to spend some lazy time together. he left one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other started caressing your thigh, drawing circles on it.

you actually managed to fall asleep again for a while. but the sudden ache between your legs woke you up. you opened your eyes, only to find minho looking at you with tenderness. his hand was still on your thigh, but not with the intention to turn you on.

giving him a caring smile, you pulled him by the neck, now making it into a real kiss.

what was meant to be a loving gesture, just to show how much you adore your boyfriend, escalated into a heavy make out quickly. minho didn’t get why you were all over him so suddenly, but he didn’t mind it at all. he just played along, sliding his hand closer to your panties.

“minho-” was all you said against his lips.

but it was enough for him to understand.

“fuck- you’re so wet, baby. i could slip right in.” he gasped, gathering some of your arousal with the pads of his fingers. it actually amazed him how wet you were already. pleased with the mess that he found between your legs, he circled his finders around your clit for a bit — just to tease you.

you couldn’t even come up with a proper sentence, only moans were a signal of how good you felt. minho chuckled. he wanted to play with you so badly, to hear you plea for his touch, but he couldn’t do it on a day like this.

“c’mon then.” he gestured you to climb on top of him.

“noooo,” you whined. “i don’t have the evergy to ride your dick.”

minho shot you a dirty glare, but complied. in a matter of seconds, he flipped you around, so your back was pressing against his toned chest. you could only hear him pull out his dick and start stroking it. it was nothing but slick sound and his heavy breathing behind you.

you wiggled your ass in anticipation. “babyyyy- i need you.”

“you know i can’t just put it in.” minho gave your ass a light smack in response. “wait a bit.”

as he promised, soon enough you felt the mattress sagging next to you. minho scooted closer, lifting your leg up and gliding his dick between your folds. oh, you were dripping wet. he didn’t even need to do anything more.

slowly, minho pushed his cock in and bottomed out, earning a pleased sigh from you.

“i’ve missed you so bad, baby.” he hummed into your neck as his cock started to slide in and out of your pussy.

minho wasn’t rough with it. quite the opposite. the pace was so slow and steady, it almost made you want to beg him for more. but it was satisfying even like that. his heavy breathing was ticking your neck, you could feel his chest rising up and down and his hand was holding you firmly in place.

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to be too embarrassingly loud. “you missed me? we just had sex yesterday.”

“and so what? i miss your pretty pussy everyday.” he said, making you laugh.

“you are unbearable, you know it?”

“that’s why you love me.” you could feel him smiling behind you. the moment that you were sharing right now felt so intimate, far from the usual rough sex you two liked.

minho’s thrusts became a bit faster. your eyes were rolling back in satisfaction. it felt so good, so safe and secure. you wanted to stay in that moment forever. your eyes shut as you were taking him all in. his hand then went to play with your clit, getting you to the edge even faster.

his cock was thick enough to make you cum, but minho just couldn’t keep his hands away from your pussy. his fingers were fully covered with your arousal. unable to resist the urge, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them with loud noises. and that alone made your pussy clench harder around him.

as he finished licking off your juices, the thrusts continued with a much faster pace. you could feel he was getting close — the dick was twitching so much inside you.

“minho–” you moaned, not really paying attention to the words that left your lips anymore. “s-so good-“

minho was making you feel so good on his cock, hitting every right spot. your brain became cloudy, thoughts weren’t forming properly anymore. you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“are you close, baby?” minho whispered right into your ear. you nodded eagerly. “then cum with me.”

the combination of his soft voice, quiet whimpers, his body pressing against you, and, of course, his dick destroying you from the inside, did their job. your legs started trembling as you moaned loudly before reaching your orgasm.

minho was chasing his release just right after you. your pussy felt so warm and familiar around him… he didn’t want to cum, he didn’t want to end this feeling. he just wanted to stay buried inside you for the rest of the day. but that didn’t stop the fact that was so so close to cumming.

he muttered a few words about how much he loves you, before you felt the warmth in your cunt. his cum filled you up so nicely, making you squirm.

both of you tried to catch your breaths as minho’s hand ran up and down your back. he remained buried inside of you. he wouldn’t take it out unless you asked him to.

for a bit you just laid down, letting the moment settle in. you listened to each other’s breaths. the feeling of secureness and love grew inside you and it almost made you tear up.

but your stomach made you aware of it’s presence, growling loudly.

“we should eat something for breakfast.” you spoke.

“no.” minho replied, tugging you impossibly closer to him. “let’s wait for another five minutes.”

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outoftheseine · 10 months

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- CARMEN BERZATTO FIC RECS -

yes chef!

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SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

new person, same old mistakes • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @guyfieriii

make my heart surrender • carmen berzatto x pastry-chef!fem!reader

→ by @nolita-fairytale (this series is 🤌. there is smut, fluff, angst, slight enemies to acquaintances to lovers)

not wrong but not right • carmen berzatto x gn!reader part 2

→ by @aliensupastar (angst, fluff, hurt/comfort)

everything you've come to expect • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @delicrieux (smut, angst, age gap, i know this will break my heart so good. this series is also 🤌)

golden boy • carmen berzatto x reader part 2 part 3

→ by @neonovember (friends to lovers, angst, miscommunication, smut, fluff)

hurricane • carmen berzatto x fem!reader part 2

→ by @ticktokrobotsnot

all the quiet nights you bear • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @nyheartbreak

nothing's gonna hurt you baby • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @preciouslandmermaid (enemies to lovers to exes to friends to lovers (whew) slowburn, smut)

about a girl • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @emotionoitme (friends with benefits, age gap, smut)

nemesis • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @astermath (enemies to lovers, angst)

sharpie pens • carmen berzatto x bookstore!reader part 2 part 3

→ by @miss-beep-beep (cursing, fluff)

sweet like you • carmen berzatto x fem!reader part 2

→ by @astermath (very sweet like the title)

ONE-SHOTS

non slip • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @urfavemcustan (fluff)

painted face • carmen berzatto x fem!oc

→ by @f1nalboys (very angsty, toxic relationship dinamic, vomiting, ptsd)

we should love, not fall in love • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @thegreatestsandwich (very fluffy)

surprise visitor • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @carmybears (fluff, a little suggestive)

stay • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @carmybears (angst, hurt/comfort, panic attacks)

paradise is very fragile • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @anchoeritic (very fluffy)

cooking up speculations • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @ticktokrobotsnot (very much jealous!carmy, a little misunderstanding)

dating carmen berzatto • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @fanboygarcia (sucker for fluffs like this)

syd's jeans • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @peppermint-toads (friends with benefits, angst)

where there's smoke • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @thebearer (angst, slightly explicit)

the feeling • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @thebearer (drunk!reader fluff)

finders keepers • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @violentdelightsandviolentends (roommates, smut)

carry you away with me • carmen berzatto x fem!reader

→ by @rassvetsky (smut!)

"you are so mean to me" • carmen berzatto x reader

→ by @writers-hes (angst, jealous!carmy, fighting, fluff)

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pursuitseternal · 2 months

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“Don’t hold your breath:” hot spring smut with Spawn!Astarion for “Bites in the Night:”

Astarion x Reader | E | 2K of underwater oral

🎨 By @snowfolly

Summary: The Mountain Pass is cold at night, you’ve found. And your newly taken Vampire lover has left for the night. But maybe… not to be alone… A note from him to meet him in secret, the end of your search, a bubbling, steaming mountain hot spring with more hidden than rocks beneath its water.

CW: Fem oral receiving, Vampires don’t NEED to breathe 😉, jealous!Tav, reassuring Astarion, wet cat hair Astarion

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You… can’t remember if you’ve ever seen a hot spring. Most things from your life before this tadpole seem hazy now. Well, frankly most things that happened before you took Astarion as your sometimes-lover are fuzzy. But given the winds whipping around the Mountain Pass as the sun setts and the heat of day starts to seep from the world, a hot spring sounds like just the solution. That merchant just up the Pass said you couldn’t miss it, that making camp close by was a wise idea since mountain nights are cold.

Really cold.

At least that part is true. Karlach was fine of course, warm and bubbly as she had gone to find enough firewood for an army. Although, given how big you all needed to make the fire to keep the feeling in your toes, you suspect it’ll last you the night. Gale cast some spell, trying his best to keep out the cool winds and lock in the heat from the fire, but not even magic could prevent the power and force of nature.

Yep, that was Halsin’s contribution before he shifted into a bear to sleep in the warm comfort of fat and fur.

But you don’t worry about any of them… your undead, eternally corpse-cold lover, however…. He had disappeared to hunt and hadn’t returned.

If he had a heart, he wouldn’t do this to you, at least you hoped. If he had a heart, or one that beat at least faster and kept his flesh warm, you wouldn’t feel so much worry gnawing in your gut. But no, his cold body would be shivering by now, unable to warm up, and you hope being undead means he will survive.

As the night grows more frigid with each breeze, you peek into his tent one more time, just to see if he has snuck back like the stealthy, roguish ass he is.

Sure enough, that fucker… he’s left you a note. Or he’s left someone a note, your heart leaps into your throat hoping that it’s for you… though he has been making such sharp and sultry banter with your Cleric lately… your gut squeezes tight with jealousy. Fingers snatch the note from his mess of a bed.

Just a single scrawled line… directions to head north and dip yourself in…. Darling.

You scowl, knowing full well it’s a term he throws around as freely as his smirks. The same words and smiles and raised brows that surely make your Cleric’s heart flutter too in that hot and suffocating way you feel when it’s turned so fully on you.

You take the note, after all, finders keepers, you smirk. That’ll keep him all to yourself, you chuckle inwardly. As you sneak from his mess of a tent, you can’t help but trace your fingers over that tight, flourishing script of his, the paper obviously torn from one of his many books.

Cute, you think to yourself, pulling your jacket around your shoulders tighter as you head northward up the trail. Aside from the cold, it’s not unlike your other trysts… a quiet evening, a moonlit path, and your heart rapping out of your chest to see him. Already you feel your stomach fluttering your cheek blushing hot despite the chill. You want this, smiling he wants it too.

You assume, the nagging thought slices your desire. You want to think those extra longing glances are for you… those flirtatious quips made for the others just to keep his appearances as a rake, even as he has begun to trust you more with his past.

But… the doubt still nags at you. The images of how your Cleric stares after him in his wake around camp usually. You don’t know if it’s lust or suspicion. Or both.

Before you can let your excitement sour too much, your feet almost stumble into water. The hiss, the steam, you nearly fell face first into the hot spring. This was it, you take in the scene with a hint of awe and a lot of excitement. “Well,” you laugh to yourself, “he did say dip in…” Peeling off your jacket, you hurry to strip off everything. Your skin prickles in the breezes, the wind softer where the spring is sheltered and warmer from the steam. His name is sweet on your tongue as you call for him, not waiting for a response as you let the bubbling, cloudy water submerge your body.

You hear nothing as you turn around the large body of water. It’s not deep, rocks lying beneath the surface at good heights to sit on and still savor the waters. Deep breathes in your lungs, eyes fluttering shut as you take a seat on the closest one, you wait.

But you swallow that slice of jealousy… what if he’s somewhere else with… someone else? What if he’s hiding, unready silent in the brush because you aren’t the conquest he was hoping to lure to this locale? What if…

Hands grip the backs of your calves, nails digging into your skin beneath the cloudy, fizzing water.

Invisible.

Unseen

But the touch is colder than the waters.

That touch pries you apart, pushing you back against the bank of the spring, and splitting your folds open. The noises you make are short and scared, the rush of adrenaline overpowering you as your reach for whatever is moving you under the water.

Fear lances through you, until your hands grip into familiar if wet locks, and a cool soft pad of a tongue starts to sweep up your thigh.

Astarion.

Your spasms of dread turn to disbelieving and nervous laughter. Your eyes still frozen wide as you try to watch him lick higher to your folds beneath the water. But you see nothing beneath the bubbling surface.

Arms wrap so firmly around your ass, pulling you just to the edge of the rock. Gritting your teeth together, you can’t fight the way your hips buck against his face, especially not with both his arms keeping you pinned in place, nose rubbing your hardened clit, tongue diving and swirling the circumference of your channel. That muscular tip strokes back and forth over that spot he loves to touch, that hot bundle of nerves just inside you. The sight of his head and curls is lost to your blurring vision, all is steam and bubbles and churning water as he consumes your own slick before it even reaches your thighs.

Heart racing, blood pounding in your arteries, you can’t catch your breath as you come apart so quickly, so readily on his mouth. But even as your thighs clench over his shoulders, his arms keep you trapped and his tongue keeps devouring you under that bubbly water.

Tongue sweeps to your clit, lips sucking and circling over that aching nub. Fangs catch briefly on your skin, a nick here and there, but the pain hardly slices through your bliss as he drives you even faster for a second crashing wave of pleasure. Your head lolls on the mossy bank, your legs shaking down the scars of his back, and your fingers practically pull his perfect hair from its roots. The stars in the sky are nothing compared to the ones that begin to blind you again, your climax approaching at breakneck speed. As your body wracks with bliss, his arm splashes away from your backside, only to dive his long, dancing fingers deeper and fuller into your cunt.

A scream tears from your throat, making the poor wildlife around you scatter in the underbrush. The walls of your core suck his touch in deeper, or force it out, you can’t tell, not with the way your body is practically boiling itself. You can’t catch your wind, the edges of your sight growing darker, your world starting to spin like when he sips just a bit too much from your body…..

And that’s when your eyes fly open, the realization hitting you in the same moment, same breath as you torque and buck in one more burst of heat and wet and spasms.

He hasn’t taken a breath for….

You force your body back in control, gripping him by his hair, his ears and jerking him towards the surface.

He breaks through the water like some mythical being, skin so white in the moonlight, smirk so arrogant and self-content…. “Hello,” he pants, catching lungs full of mountain air once more, “…darling,” he finally adds as those lust-dark eyes scan over your dripping body. His damp hair drips and droops adorably over his forehead, almost over his eyes. He’d be pathetic if those eyes underneath didn’t proclaim pride in how he had just eaten you right up.

Suddenly that hesitation as he looks you up and down, devouring you with his eyes in that silence… it makes that pang of jealousy return. “Not surprised to see me?” you prod just a bit, sweeping your arms in the waters, trying to slide down the pool as he begins to inch closer.

“Aren’t you surprised to see me?” he purrs, sweeping his now wet and unruly locks out of his eyes with both hands. That pale face practically glimmers with drops of water and radiates with unbridled arrogance as he licks his lips. “That was the effect I was going for this evening with you, my little treat. So tasty too…”

“I could have been anyone…” you huff just a bit. Rolling your eyes, you try not to squeak as he descends on you, arms bracing you back against the bank of the pool, body pushing you against the rocks and wall again. “I could be some poor unsuspecting female that happened to find your cute little note.”

“You're not just anyone, you know…. And besides, I would know the taste of you and you alone anywhere…” he licks his lips, almost smacking them like the predator he is, cleaning his maw.

“You mean…” your eyes dart to the bushes, as if looking to see if anyone else is hiding.

He merely shoves that leering smirk between you and the middle distance. “Who else do you think I would ask back here for a bite, darling?” He’s intrigued and concerned, entertained and worried in one swirling tone.

“It’s silly…” you decide to laugh it off, nevermind how he still closes in on you. Cool hands hold you, sweeping up your arm. One palm rests on your cheek, something unusually warm about his touch, unusually reassuring without a single snide remark.

“Is it?” he cocks his head, eyes searching yours.

“Well….” you tilt your head, looking down at the swirling, dancing steam over the spring.

“Tut tut,” he lifts your head back up to meet his gaze, “eyes here, my darling. And I’ll tell you just who has my interest…”

“Oh,” you feel tears sting, until he smiles at you with pure adoration.

“You see, there’s this female, headstrong and defiant and willful…” His thumb sweeps over your lip, his smile soft enough to let his fangs peek out. “…she has a habit of picking up strays, and making sure they are cared for…” His fingers trace over the ever-darkening set of fang-scars that form on your neck. “She makes sure they’re bellies are full and their every need is sated…”

That thick, hard, veiny length of his prods into your belly as he pulls you flush against his front.

“I’m quite fond of her every trait, internal and external,” he purrs into your ear, hands wandering over your body, your sides tickled by touch, breasts teased and pulled with just the right amount of force to make you gasp and smile. “And besides, my first thinking blood, she tastes more divine than anything I doubt I would find in this realm.”

You can’t wait for his silken voice to shut up, so you opt to stop all those nice words with your own actions for once. Arms wrap so tight around his neck, you pull those conceited, praising lips against your own.

“Tell me you like me…” you pant between kisses. His lips begin that addictive working over yours, the kind that steals your air and makes you swept off your feet and usually on your back for him.

“You know I do, my little treat,” he rasps back, a little roll of his hips against your belly as he laughs, “but don’t hold your breath for more of an explanation.”

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- PART II (IS THIS HAPPINESS?)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Heyward!Reader

Summary: In which Y/N anxiously accompanies John B and JJ as they break into a motel room.

Warnings: strong language, underage drinking, death, near drowning, guns, mild violence, and sexually suggestive comments

Words: 5,249

author's note: yeah they finally get to interact, i didn't think I would put out another part this quickly but hey? this is only time I have ever been productive in life, this chapter is a little bit longer, so sorry idk if that's a good thing or a bad thing

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 II

act one, two

❝Guns are not toys to play with!❞

The boat creaks and groans against the dock, wedging itself between Coast Guard cruisers. John B leaps onto the weathered planks, the old wood moaning under his footsteps. The others follow, their shoes thudding dully on the gray dock speckled with barnacles and seagull droppings. Overhead, gulls shriek and circle, their cries piercing the salty ocean air.

The group trudges down the dock, passing bait shops and tourist stores, the smell of fried food and sunscreen mingling with the briny scent of the sea. At the end, a dilapidated building sags wearily, its white paint peeled and flaking. Stepping through the crooked door into the Coast Guard station, they're met with chaos.

Inside, the air hangs hot and stale, filled with the tang of sweat. The power is out and the cramped space swelters, noisy with shouting and shoving in the dark. A large fan sits useless in the corner, blades still. At the front counter, a single harried seaman in a sweat-stained uniform tries to juggle a crackling walkie talkie and the growing line.

"I understand, sir. But you'll need to wait your turn," he repeats, exasperated.

JJ steps up eagerly, shoes squeaking on the grimy tile floor. “Hey man, we’ve found a sunken boat offshore,” he announces over the din.

John B raises his voice, competing with the noise. “You’re gonna wanna hear about this wreck we found!”

"Hey! Everyone calm down!" The seaman shouts, face flushed.

John B motions his friends toward the door, edging out of the chaotic scene.

Stepping into the glaring sunlight, Pope sighs heavily, shoulders slumped. "Well that went well," he grumbles, voice dripping sarcasm.

JJ turns to John B expectantly, squinting in the bright light. "So what's the plan now?"

John B holds up the motel key retrieved from the sunken boat, metal catching the sunlight. "I know how we could find out who owns that boat," he says with a sly smile.

The group looks at the dull key, realizing what John B is suggesting.

Pope immediately dislikes the idea, anxiety furrowing his brow. "We don't know whose room that is. It could belong to anyone," he protests nervously, shifting his weight.

JJ grabs the key from John B's hand, eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm in," he declares recklessly.

You bite your lip uncertainly, clutching your arm. "I don't know guys, this feels wrong..." you say hesitantly.

Kiara takes the key from JJ and heads toward the boat. "Come on, we'll just take a quick peek," she cajoles over her shoulder. "We'll be lookouts."

John B and JJ follow after her eagerly, feet pounding the dock.

John B calls back to Pope encouragingly. "Finder's fee, dude. Just sayin'. You'll only be an accomplice."

Pope hesitates, shoulders hunched anxiously. "Man..." he says, tone laced with doubt.

John B claps him on the back. "Come on, Bubba," he presses with a persuasive grin.

You look between Pope and the others, conflicted. "Should we really be doing this?" you ask in a small voice, fingers fidgeting with your shirt hem.

JJ throws a reckless arm around your shoulders. "It'll be an adventure, Y/N!" he persuades with a roguish wink, squeezing you against his side.

You bite your lip, still looking unsure but allowing yourself to be led toward the boat with the others, converse scuffing the weathered planks.

The boat pulls into the rundown motel's algae-covered dock. The two story concrete building looks neglected, with a tilting sign and no power.

JJ whistles as he surveys the crumbling place. "I thought the Château looked bad," he remarks, nose wrinkling at the mildew scent.

John B shakes his head in disbelief. "This place is a shitshow," he declares bluntly.

Kiara crinkles her nose in distaste. "Motel or meth lab?" she quips sarcastically, eyeing the boarded windows.

Pope grimaces at the depressing sight. "You be the judge," he says wryly.

John B frowns in confusion. “Doesn’t look like a place someone with a Grady White would stay, does it?” he questions doubtfully, scanning the dilapidated building.

Pope shakes his head adamantly, "No way. This looks like the kind of place someone with a Grady White would get killed," he asserts ominously.

John B takes a deep breath, psyching himself up. "Alright, here we go," he says determinedly.

JJ puts on an announcer voice as he ties up the boat. "This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue coming in for landing," he narrates dramatically with a grin.

John B hops out onto the pitted concrete dock and waits for the others, shoulders tense. "Here goes nothing," he mutters under his breath.

"Hey. Don't let him do anything too stupid in there," Pope instructs John B pointing at JJ.

JJ grins mischievously as he steps onto the dock. "Oh we will," he says slyly with a wink.

"I'm not making any promises!"

Kiara turns to John B, brow furrowed in concern. "Uh, be careful," she urges sincerely, handing him the motel key. "I mean it."

John B smiles back affectionately. "Yeah, yeah," he chuckles lightly, brushing off her worry.

Pope turns to you pleadingly. "Hey Y/N, go with them to be the voice of reason please," he implores.

You look uncertain, biting your lip. "I don't know, Pope, maybe I should just stay here with you," you say hesitantly.

He gives you an encouraging smile. "Come on, you're the most sensible one here. Make sure they don't get into too much trouble," he persuades.

You sigh but hop out onto the pitted dock. "Okay, I'll try," you reluctantly agree.

John B waves eagerly for Kiara and JJ to follow him. "Let's go!" he says, heading for the building.

They head toward the motel rooms, footsteps echoing on the cracked concrete walkway.

John B frowns at the moldy mattresses scattered around the overgrown courtyard. "Why are all these mattresses just dumped out here?"

JJ explains knowingly as he steps over them, "After a hurricane they ditch 'em 'cause they get moldy."

John B and JJ stroll along the open breezeways checking room numbers, you trailing anxiously behind, hugging yourself nervously. Shingles and broken glass litter the ground from storm damage. The ice machine drips and sputters sadly in the corner.

JJ mockingly imitates Kiara from earlier, voice high-pitched. “‘Be careful, John B. Be sooooo careful.’ What was that about?”

John B shrugs cluelessly, scanning the doors. “I don’t know. She just wants us to be careful I guess.”

JJ continues his sarcastic rant, gesturing dramatically. “Ever since she heard you might get exiled she's been all like, ‘Be soooo careful, John B!’” JJ runs his hand down John B's shoulder mockingly.

John B brushes him off, irritated. “Get off, man.”

JJ waggles his eyebrows suggestively with a grin. ‘’ ‘Oh, give me that John D already’ Like when are you gonna swoop on that, bro?”

John B shakes his head seriously. “You know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” he states firmly.

They arrive at the right room number, peeling paint on the door. JJ glances at John B mischievously and then knocks loudly. No answer. JJ knocks again, louder.

John B double checks the number. "This is it?" he confirms unsurely.

JJ puts on a high pitched voice. "Housekeeping!" he calls out in a sing-song.

John B takes a deep breath and slips the key in the lock, hesitating.

He looks back at you and JJ uncertainly. "Should we try it?"

You bite your lip worriedly, arms wrapped around yourself. "You guys, I really don't think this is a good idea," you say anxiously. "We could get in a lot of trouble for this."

JJ waves off your concern dismissively. "It'll be fine, Y/N. No one will ever know we were here," he insists confidently.

You furrow your brow, not convinced. "But we don't even know who this room belongs to. What if someone dangerous lives here?" you point out uneasily.

JJ checks that the coast is clear. "It's abandoned, no one's here," he asserts. "No power, no security cameras. No one's gonna know."

You hesitate, chewing on your bottom lip uncertainly. "I don't know...I have a really bad feeling about this," you say quietly, hugging yourself tighter.

JJ throws a reckless arm around your shoulders. "Come on Y/N, live a little!" he urges with a squeeze. "It'll be an adventure."

You still look incredibly anxious and unsure, shifting your weight from foot to foot nervously. But when John B turns the key in the lock, you reluctantly follow them inside, heart pounding.

They enter the dark motel room, closing the door behind them. JJ pulls back the heavy curtains, letting in a beam of hazy sunlight. The bed is neatly made, comforter straight and tight. Two worn duffel bags sit on the faded carpet.

John B surveys the dim room. "Check the bags, see if there's a name on anything," he directs.

JJ picks up one of the duffels, rifling through it noisily. "A jacket," he announces, holding it up.

John B checks the other bag sitting on the bed. "Denim slides," he notes, sifting through the contents.

JJ examines the plain jacket closely. "No name though. It's a nice jacket though," he remarks.

John B picks up a pair of generic sneakers. "New Balances, definitely someone over 50," he deduces confidently.

You wander around the stuffy room trailing your fingers along the battered furniture, uneasy. You pick up a framed ocean photo, studying it intently.

"You know, I bet whoever stays here loves the water just like us," you muse thoughtfully. "Not just for surfing and partying, but feeling connected to nature."

JJ rolls his eyes as he noisily rummages through the bags. "Very deep Y/N, but we're trying to find out whose boat that was, not get in touch with our spiritual sides," he retorts sarcastically.

You set the photo down carefully. "I'm just saying, they're real people just like us. Not just clues to unravel," you point out gently.

JJ brushes you off, moving to the desk. You sigh, hovering near the door anxiously. You pick up a shell from the nightstand, admiring the smooth spiral shape.

On the desk, JJ finds a nautical map with coordinates penciled in. "Yo, check this out. Maybe it's where they were fishing," JJ suggests eagerly.

John B studies the map, head tilted. "No, that's way off the continental shelf, really deep water. Nobody fishes there," he says knowledgably.

JJ shrugs. "Okay," he mutters, moving on disinterestedly.

John B eyes the motel coffee maker and says mockingly in an accent, "Coffee!"

JJ picks up a box of tissues, snickering crudely. "Yeah, standard tissues for when you get lonely."

You frown disapprovingly at their juvenile comments but stay silent, shifting your weight anxiously.

John B opens the closet and freezes. Inside sits an in-room safe. He stares at it intently, mind racing.

You notice his fixation. "Guys, I really think we should get out of here," you urge nervously. "We shouldn't be going through their stuff."

JJ waves off your concern dismissively. "Relax, we're just having some fun. What's the harm?"

You bite your lip fretfully. "I have a really bad feeling about this," you admit, voice small. "Can we please just go?"

JJ throws an arm around your shoulders cajolingly. "Oh come on Y/N, live a little!" he says with a grin.

But you can't shake the uneasy, anxious pit in your stomach. You glance between John B and the safe, hoping they'll agree to leave before you all get into serious trouble.

John B looks up at you pleadingly. "We're so close to figuring out the mystery though," he argues. "Don't you want to know more about that sunken boat?"

You hesitate, conflicted. You don’t like this plan at all, but also don't want to disappoint your friends. "I guess..." you concede reluctantly. "But can we please just look quickly and get out of here?"

JJ claps excitedly, misinterpreting your apprehension for thrill. "That's the spirit Y/N/N!"

John B kneels by the safe, punching in random number combinations.

JJ scoffs from behind him. "Punching in shit randomly. Yeah that'll definitely work," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

John B remembers the paper on the table. "Wait a sec, the coordinates," he mutters in realization.

He grabs the paper and returns to the safe. Carefully he enters the numbers: 6-1-6-6-6. The lock clicks open and the light turns green!

JJ is still focused on the map, oblivious. "I don't know man, those coordinates don't make sense as a fishing spot," he rambles absently.

"Uh, JJ and Y/N?" John B interjects urgently.

"Hm?" JJ responds distractedly, scanning the map.

John B motions him over in awe. "You're gonna want to see this."

JJ joins him in the closet doorway, eyes going wide at the stacks of cash inside. "No way, did you seriously just crack it??"

As JJ reaches eagerly for the money, he notices something else - a handgun tucked behind the cash. "Dude, dude, dude!" he exclaims, pulling it out excitedly to examine it.

You immediately recoil in fear. "Is that a gun??" you squeak anxiously, hugging yourself tightly.

John B looks at JJ sternly. "You grabbed the gun, now put it back," he instructed firmly.

But JJ is too enthralled, turning the gun over in his hands. "This is a SIG Sauer, man. A fucking expensive gatt!"

He caresses it lovingly. "Just...Bam! Bam!" he shouts, mimicking shooting.

You shrink back further, eyes wide with alarm. "JJ, guns are dangerous, please be careful!" you plead worriedly.

JJ playfully keeps it out of your reach. "Chill Y/N/N, I'm just messing around," he insists casually.

You fix him with a stern, motherly look. "Guns are not toys, JJ," you scold seriously. "Put it down, now."

John B shakes his head at JJ’s reckless antics. "We are not stealing anything. Now put it back," he orders.

JJ poses goofily with the gun. "Just take a pic of me first!"

John B looks at him incredulously. "You want incriminating evidence of this??"

Before JJ can respond, pebbles suddenly clang against the window. John B rushes over to peek out cautiously and sees Pope and Kiara outside.

John B hisses urgently. "Cops."

You gasp, hands flying to your mouth in panic. John B scans the room hurriedly.

He points to the bathroom window. "Roof, now!"

You all scramble desperately out the tiny bathroom window onto the roof, just as cops knock at the door. You huddle together on the narrow ledge, terrified of being caught. John B, you, and JJ balance precariously on either side of the window, holding your breath.

The old boat's engine rumbles as it chugs across the shimmering blue water. Pope grips the wheel tightly, focused on steering as the ocean breeze ruffles his hair. Beside him, John B leans back casually, feet up on the dashboard as he gazes out at the endless horizon.

Up front, JJ sprawls lazily across the front deck, arms tucked behind his head. The sun glints off his blond hair and he squints against the bright rays. You sit near him, absentmindedly trailing your fingers through the cool water alongside the boat. Behind you both, Kiara perches on the edge of the boat as the wind whips through her dark curls.

JJ chuckles, a glint of mischief in his blue eyes. "Well that was fun," he remarks jokingly/

Kiara shoots him an exasperated look, eyebrows raised. "We would have warned you about the cops sooner if Pope wasn't so slow," she quips pointedly, glancing back at Pope.

JJ looks at Pope, surprised. "You were on the math team?" he asks incredulously.

John B shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed as he still processes everything. "The cops took everything from that room like it was a crime scene," he explains.

Pope looks between them all anxiously, his brow furrowed with worry. "Did you guys actually find anything useful in there?" he questions hopefully, wanting the risky trip to be worthwhile.

JJ grins, the mischievous glint back in his eyes. "Did we find anything?" He pretends to think for a moment, hand on his chin. "No, I don't think so..." Then he whips out the gun and wad of cash with a dramatic flourish.

You gasp sharply, eyes wide with alarm. "JJ! Why would you take that stuff?" you exclaim.

Pope's eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of the gun and cash. "What the hell?! Why did you take that from a crime scene?" he exclaims in dismay, throwing his hands up in disbelief.

JJ just shrugs casually, unfazed by Pope's shock. "Better than the cops having it," he defends matter-of-factly as he turns the gun over in his hands.

You shake your head anxiously, your hair wisping around your face in the breeze. "This is really serious, JJ. That gun and money could get us into a lot of trouble," you fret, imagining police interrogations and jail time.

Pope grabs at his hair in frustration, looking between the others desperately. "I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship," he groans, imagining his academic dreams slipping away.

Oblivious to Pope's rising panic, JJ laughs lightly and throws a brotherly arm around Pope's tense shoulders. "Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh. sh, sh. At least you have us, right?" he says with an easy grin.

Pope shrugs him off, face scrunched in dismay. ‘’I am living in a nightmare,’’ he declares dramatically, dropping his head into his hands.

The pungent stench of death hits your nose as the group approaches the marina. A crowd of onlookers has gathered, their hushed murmurs hanging like a heavy fog in the still, humid air. Police flashlights dance across the weathered wooden docks as a bloated, waterlogged corpse is lifted onto a gurney.

Lana Grubbs, tears staining her cheeks, pushes through the crowd desperately. She collapses to her knees with a piercing wail when she sees the swollen, discolored face of her husband, Scooter.

You gasp sharply, hands flying to cover your mouth in shock, eyes flooding with tears. "That poor woman," you whisper, voice cracking with empathy.

The Pogues exchange uneasy looks, the reality of mortality sinking in. Pope wraps a protective, reassuring arm around you, feeling you tremble against him.

John B turns to a teenage girl nearby, her face lit up with morbid fascination. "Who is that?" he asks grimly, with a nod toward the corpse.

“Scooter Grubbs. He was out on his boat during the storm," she explains eagerly, thrilled to share information.

She holds out her phone, her eyes glinting with twisted excitement. "Check out this pic I got of the dead body. Crazy, right?"

Kiara recoils, lip curled in disgust. "Insane," she mutters.

John B just shakes his head, looking ill. "Holy shit," is all he can manage.

JJ steps closer, eyeing the scene curiously. "What kind of boat did he have?"

"Somehow that dirtbag got a brand new Grady White. Everyone's looking for it now."

At this, the color drains from the Pogues' faces. They exchange panicked, guilt-ridden looks, the implications slowly dawning on them.

"The sunken boat..." You whisper in horror, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin.

Pope looks like he might pass out, the implication hitting him hard. You all exchange panicked, guilty looks, realizing you may have found Scooter Grubb's missing boat. You feel sick with anxiety, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly.

The hot mid-day sun beat down on the worn wooden porch where the Pogues gathered. The salty sea breeze provided little relief from the sweltering heat. JJ leaned against a post while Pope paced back and forth, beads of sweat dotting his furrowed brow.

Kiara sat and you sat cross-legged on the swing, absentmindedly braiding strands of your hair as you pondered your predicament. Beside you, John B stood with his arms crossed, his gaze intense as he considered their options.

Pope stopped his nervous pacing and spoke up, voice wavering. "Okay, um...we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need total amnesia about this," he urged, glancing around at each of them.

JJ nods in rare agreement. "Pope's right for once. Deny, deny, deny," he advises.

Kiara frowned, nose wrinkling in disapproval. "We can't keep that money, you guys," she argued vehemently.

JJ scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Not everybody can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara."

Kiara pressed on earnestly, leaning forward on the swing. "We have to return it to Lana Grubbs, it's bad karma otherwise."

Pope nodded quickly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Implicating ourselves in a felony is also bad karma," he pointed out worriedly.

JJ shrugged, unconcerned as always. "If keeping the money means going dark, I'm in."

Kiara reluctantly conceded with a small nod, shoulders slumping in defeat.

But John B spoke up firmly, a smile playing at his lips like he’d just solved a puzzle. "I don't agree."

They all turned to look at him in surprise. JJ questioned incredulously "What? Why not?"

John B began laying out his thinking, gesturing animatedly. "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Dude was always broke, begging for change. Then suddenly he has a $500k boat? How's a marina rat getting a Grady White?"

The others stared at him, contemplating his logic. Pope suggested lamely, "Prostitution?"

John B shook his head decisively. "No aerial surveillance during the storm means they were smuggling contraband. I guarantee there's something illegal on that wreck," he declared confidently.

JJ's eyes lit up as understanding dawned on him. "They were straight up smugglin'!"

John B nodded approvingly. "And I guarantee there's contraband still on that wreck."

JJ whooped excitedly, "Hell yeah! Fish on!"

You bit your lip nervously, brows knitted in concern. "Smuggling? That sounds really dangerous, you guys."

But Pope still looked uncertain, wringing his hands together anxiously. "If it belongs to smugglers, taking it is catastrophically stupid," he fretted.

Kiara brushes off Pope's concern casually. "Minor details," she says flippantly.

Pope argues urgently, voice rising in pitch, "They could come after us!"

JJ waves the stolen money around cockily, fanning himself with the bills. "Stupid things turn out good sometimes," he smirks slyly. "We just need to get inside that cargo hold."

You twist your hands together nervously, stomach churning with anxiety. "Or we could just leave it all alone?" you suggest meekly. "Before we get into real trouble."

JJ throws an arm around your shoulder cajolingly, jostling you playfully. "It'll be an adventure, Y/N! Don't you trust us?"

You bite your lip, looking between all their expectant faces. The reckless plan makes you incredibly anxious, but you don’t want to let your friends down either.

JJ continues casually, "Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal." He punctuates this with an easy smile.

"And how do you do that?" Pope asks dubiously.

Kiara offers tentatively, "Kegger?"

The boys all nod and murmur in approval, already distracted by the idea of a party. You perk up a bit at the thought of a normal teenage party. At least that seemed safer than ransacking a smuggler's ship. Some socializing might help calm your nerves after everything that's happened.

The sun sank low over the ocean horizon as the Pogues lugged a heavy keg down the worn wooden steps to the beach. JJ eagerly manned the tap, filling red solo cups with foamy beer and handing them out. Laughter echoed across the sand as the group relaxed and unwound from the day's stresses.

Nearby, raucous shouts drew their attention to a group of Kooks heading their way. At the front strode Sarah Cameron, her blonde hair glowing golden in the sunset. She made a beeline for a large red buoy and climbed up as her friends cheered her on.

You sat off to the side in the soft sand, nibbling your lip anxiously. Your floral sundress billowed gently in the ocean breeze, contrasting sharply with the trendy clothes of the Kooks.

JJ sauntered over and pressed a beer into your hands with a wink. "Here ya go Y/N, try and relax," he said breezily.

You managed a small, uneasy smile in return. "Thanks JJ," you replied softly, not used to drinking. You took a tentative sip of the bitter liquid, trying to calm your nerves.

The raucous party quickly overwhelmed you. The pulsing music and drunken antics of the crowd made you shrink into yourself. Slipping away unnoticed, you wandered further down the lonely beach.

In the distance you spotted a lone figure sitting in the sand. Drawing nearer, you realized with a start it was Rafe Cameron. You froze, unsure whether to turn back. But Rafe had already seen you.

"Well well, if it isn't little Bambi straying from her pack," he called out mockingly.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, anxious under his scrutiny. "Oh, um, hey Rafe," you managed softly.

Rafe's eyes traveled over you slowly, making you tug self-consciously at your sundress. "C'mere," he commanded, patting the sand beside him. You obediently went over and perched cautiously on the very edge.

Rafe shook his head, smirking arrogantly. "You need to loosen up, princess. Have a drink," he insisted, shoving his flask toward you.

You eyed it uncertainly, nervous to be alone with him. "No that's okay, I should probably get back..." you trailed off as he pressed the flask firmly into your hand.

The night was alive with the distant hum of the ocean, the scent of salt air mingling with the sharp tang of whiskey. Rafe, his eyes glimmering under the moon's glow, held out a flask, his eyebrow cocked in a teasing dare. "Don't be a buzzkill. One sip," he cajoled.

Reluctantly, you took the flask, its metal cool and slightly gritty from the sand. You took a hesitant sip and immediately recoiled, the harsh taste pricking your senses like a thorny vine.

Rafe's smirk widened, like a cat, as you handed back the flask. In a subtle movement, he shifted closer, his shoulder now brushing against yours. A tingle shot through you at the contact, causing you to stiffen. However, you didn't move away.

"You're too good for those loser Pogues, you know," Rafe remarked, his tone casual. Yet there was a certain intensity in his gaze, as if he was studying every detail of your face. "You should be hanging around me at the country club instead.."

You merely shrugged, your eyes fixed on the sand beneath you, glistening under the starlight. However, Rafe wasn't ready to let you off the hook so easily. He tilted your chin upwards with a firm yet gentle touch, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I mean it. You're wasted on them, princess. You belong with the Kooks on the winning team," he insisted. Your heart pounded in your chest, his proximity causing your pulse to quicken. "I-I don't know, they're my friends and my brother," you stammered, your voice barely audible over the gentle crash of the waves.

Rafe snorted dismissively. "Friends? They're holding you back, princess. You deserve better company."

His shoulder pressed against yours again as he leaned in closer. "Stick with me and I'll show you a good time," his voice dropped to a murmur, the suggestion hanging in the air.

You tensed, your cheeks warming slightly under his gaze. "I-I should get back to them actually..." you stammered, starting to rise. But Rafe was quicker. He grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, preventing you from leaving.

"Don't run off just yet. I want to get to know you better," he said, a roguish smile playing on his lips.

After a moment's hesitation, you slowly sat back down, although you kept your gaze firmly on the sand.

Rafe shook his head, a look of disapproval crossing his handsome features. "They don't deserve you, Y/N," he argued. "Bunch of broke deadbeats and posers."

You frowned, your brows knitting together in confusion. "But I'm a Pogue too," you pointed out. "You always talk bad about us but want me around?"

He shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the contradiction. "You're different. I like you," he said bluntly, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek.

"You and me...we'd be unstoppable together," he murmured, his voice low and persuasive. "Think about it."

His fingers deftly swept a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the intimate gesture causing your skin to prickle. A shiver danced down your spine, a silent testament to his touch.

As Rafe leaned in, your heartbeat thundered, echoing the rhythm of the crashing waves nearby. You turned your head subtly, his lips brushing your cheek instead of finding their intended target.

An unabashed grin spread across Rafe's face. His fingers combed through your hair gently as he murmured, "Playing hard to get? I like a challenge."

His hand found your chin, tilting your face towards his with a commanding gentleness. Before you could react, his lips claimed yours in a sudden, bruising kiss, the taste of sea salt and whiskey intoxicating.

You pulled back, eyes wide in surprise, heart pounding wildly. His smirk, arrogant and satisfied, only added to your disorientation.

Muttering an excuse, you fled from the scene, your footprints scarring the untouched sand as you raced back to your friends.

You freeze in alarm as JJ pulls out a gun and holds it to Topper's head, stopping him from drowning John B.

JJ's hand shook as he raised the gun towards the star-studded sky, adrenaline etched onto his face. "Okay, everyone listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" he yelled aggressively, his voice ricocheting off the nearby dunes.

With a deafening blast, the gun discharged. The crowd scattered, their screams carried away by the wind. Sand flew into the air as they sprinted down the beach, their shadows distorting under the moonlight.

In the ensuing pandemonium, Kiara turned to JJ and shoved him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Are you crazy?" she and Pope yelled in unison.

"You idiot!" Pope added, his voice echoing Kiara's sentiments.

"It's not worth it!" Kiara scolded, her anger palpable in the salty air.

Defensively, JJ shoved Pope, nearly causing him to stumble. "I'm saving his life, okay?" he retorted, his voice strained.

"You're gonna jeopardize everything, stupid!" Pope shot back, his hands tugging at his hair in frustration.

Meanwhile, John B staggered back into the surf, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked like a shipwreck survivor, battered by an unforgiving storm.

Ignoring the arguing trio, you rushed over to John B, your feet slipping in the sand. "Oh my god, are you okay?" you cried, your hands gently grasping his arm to help him upright. "What happened?"

‘’Topper tried to drown me.’’ John B says dazedly, still gasping for air, leaning on you for support.

You turn to JJ with tear-filled eyes, visibly distraught. "Why did you still have that gun on you? You could have killed someone!" you yell accusingly, your frame trembling.

JJ looks defensive, shoulders hunched. "I was trying to help, Y/N! He was drowning John B," he insists loudly, pointing down the beach at the retreating Kooks.

You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. "The gun just made everything worse," you argued, your voice barely above a whisper.

Surveying the scene - JJ's defensive stance, Kiara and Pope's angry faces, and John B, still leaning heavily on you. Wrapping your arms tightly around John B, and you clung to him.

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[3] sector one: post-apocalypse au + mingi + "you're safe in sector one."

a/n: 3.4k words, gender neutral reader, mingi x y/n, post apocalypse/dystopia typical violence, baker!yn

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you'd gotten up extra early the next morning, the morning chill creeping under your skin as you wrapped your arms around you. You walk through dewy grass, arriving upon the main building. sector one was built by hand and you could tell. the wooden structures were put together rather shoddily, but they held up and joy had a team constantly repairing and working on the buildings, making them stronger. the sleeping quarters were built in the back of sector one's walls, right next to the commune's meeting rooms. one of the meeting rooms is used as a daycare-slash-school-room of sorts, where the children too young to contribute elsewhere would spend their days. it was filled with old toys and books and colorful chairs. the normalcy of that room alone often made you want to bury your face in your hands and sob. you avoided that room often. it felt unsafe, for a child to grow up in a world like this, or even worse, be born into it.

the other room was curtained off and used as the medical bay. joy showed it to you briefly, and it seemed well-stocked, but incredibly understaffed. sometimes, there was a line of people waiting to see a medic, and the line would go out the door.

joy's quarters sat separately down a side hallway, away from the noisy children and the people lingering in the medical bay hallway. it reminded you of the little managerial offices your bosses would clack away on a computer at during your restaurant jobs back Before. she had an open door policy and everyone called her little sitting room the counsel room.

as you step into the side hallway, you can see that joy's door is cracked open. so you knock once before slowly letting yourself in. joy is leaning over her wooden desk, pouring over a map laid out across the huge table. you recognize it immediately as a map of South Korea, but you don't understand the dozens of red X’s scattered across the map means. joy rounds the table, stepping into your view, and her soft voice echoes throughout the counsel room, "what's wrong, y/n?"

"sorry for interrupting," you say, though you're not sorry, "i'm just...i want to know why you didn’t let me know where we got those chocolate chips from."

joy frowns, "what do you mean?"

"they're from one of the newbies. you should have told me."

you'd spent all of yesterday ruminating over what wooyoung said. sure, he'd was an asshole for his actions, but when it came to precious resources like chocolate chips, it was always finders keepers. it was an unspoken rule, you thought.

"why?" joy continues frowning, her airy voice quiet.

you say, "i wouldn't have used it for everyone then. that's not fair."

joy shakes her head, and her expression grows extremely gentle. kind, even. for some reason, it angers you. she looks at you like you're one of the little children tucked away in the school room, throwing a tantrum because you don't understand something.

"sector one is a commune, y/n," joy says. "everything we bring into these walls is to be shared with everyone."

"i don't think that's fair." you say, flat out ignoring her kind, frankly condescending tone.

joy shrugs, "it's every person for themselves beyond this wall, but if we want to build a healthy community then we need to share our resources. we can't be so individualistic. we must survive for the future of humanity."

she's not wrong, annoyingly enough, but the way joy's eyes soften with her words makes you frown still. you sigh. she won't budge in this, and you still don't want to cause any waves - not with joy. you concede, "i'd appreciate if you tell me where you got it from next time at least."

so you don't get blindsided by another angry newbie next time.

"sure," joy says, and her tone grows an edge to it that is unexpected. almost as if she's holding back an eye roll. you'd done that often with annoying customers back before to catch it in her voice. joy says, "did you want to know where every single bag of flour comes from, too? a map of every neighborhood and every house each team has raided just to find a single can of condensed milk? do you want a debrief of what we found in each of those houses along the way? maybe you want pictures of the families that lived there back Before?"

you blink at her tone, bristling. you did not imagine the contempt, clearly. you should not match her tone or her energy. you've always told yourself to remain calm, to maintain a demeanor that kept you out of trouble, but perhaps staying here has softened your rules for the worst. you bite out in the same politely cutting tone, "if you think it's necessary, then why not?"

joy meets your steady gaze from across the room, and there's a tick in her jaw that you would have missed if you were not looking. she lets out a long drawn out sigh, and says, "it's early, y/n. we'll talk later. and," joy smiles and her gentleness, softness, returns, "i'll consider your request, alright?"

you know what a dismissal sounds like, so you nod and say, "thanks."

~.~.~.~.~

your annoyance grows as you head to the kitchens. you walk past the training grounds - it’s closed off to the rest of the commune by wooden fences that are chest height. the showers are accessible from the training grounds and from the rest of the communes, though you doubt one could call them showers really, since it was just a giant room with a dozen shower heads installed all across one wall and bathroom stalls on the other side. there were allotted times for certain genders and age groups to shower and it was heavily enforced by both joy and the people themselves. it still lacked privacy, nothing but a measly hooks separating each shower head that was meant for you to hang up your own towel for privacy, but it was better than nothing. you'd gone months without a proper shower before sector one so you really could not complain about these, especially because sector one somehow had hot water.

you sigh as you head past the courtyard that held all the dining tables - benches lined up side by side like a picnic camp ground - and through the bustling kitchen. joy was never quite so abrasive with anyone, and you wondered if she'd bristled at your request, or because of something else entirely.

the kitchen is hard at work on breakfast already, the head chef - kyungsoo - shouting instructions over to his bustling aids. the main kitchen is huge, with scratched up industrial steel tables, an oven, and a gas stove with blackened coils. everything is mismatched and broken in some way, but it's all the scavenging crews could find. tiny potatoes are piled in boxes in the far corner. an aid calls, behind you! and you step out of the way as they stumbled past with an armful of canned vegetables. another one follows with a couple large knives. you’d worked with kyungsoo during your first week in sector one, and you did not enjoy it. he was particular about everything, and ran the kitchen like the military. being late was not tolerated, and messiness resulted in punishment - usually hand washing the dozens upon dozens of dishes after meals, and getting more water from the wells. he'd despise the way you ran the baking kitchen, and you knew that was why he never crossed the line to your kitchen unless absolutely necessary. kyungsoo was also awful at baking, apparently.

kyungsoo tips his chin in your direction and you wave back before you slip into the back hallway, kyungsoo's shouts and the banging of pots and pans echoes behind you. the dark hallway is used as storage for both your kitchens, and serves as a small pathway leading to your bakery. there are a decent amount of flour bags lined up along one wall, and some small containers of cooking oil on the other. cooking oil is a precious resource these days and the main kitchen had priority over yours when any food hauls came in, so you often had to improvise with your recipes to substitute oil. sugar, though, was the hardest to replace, and often you had to look for natural sugar alternatives, or worse, go sugar free until the next food haul.

the lights to the bakery are on. you wonder if yeri arrived early to prepare all the dough left to rise overnight. unlike kyungsoo's kitchen, you did not get very many assistants assigned to your kitchen. it was a small space, and bread was really deemed the most necessary of baked goods that came out of your kitchen. everything else is a luxury. a treat.

you are startled when you step into the kitchen, and you're greeted by a deep grunt in response. that is certainly not yeri.

you pull your knife that you keep hidden at your hip - you cannot help it - spinning in the direction of the grunt.

you blink.

mingi has both arms up in the air in a placating manner, his eyes wide. he tries to make himself look less threatening but his height does not help.

"shit, sorry," you say, dropping your arm to your side, sheathing the knife quickly.

mingi shakes his head as he slowly lowers his arms. he says, "you're better with a knife than fists."

you frown at him. he cracks a small smile. it lights up his face, though you notice his smile does not reach his eyes. you've seen it quite a bit in everyone's faces, the dim look in their eyes, but his eyes are something else. something sallow. broken, maybe, like cracked bread or all those crushed picture frames you'd seen since the world went to shit or the way your heart shattered when you left your parent's house for the last time.

mingi peers around the kitchen, and you break the silence first, shaking yourself from your thoughts, "why are you here?"

he says, "i've been assigned to help here."

his deep voice helps expel your spiraling thoughts. broken eyes are common these days. nothing was worth fixing unless it helped you survive, especially people.

"really?" you ask, surprised. kyungsoo hinted a while back (with infuriatingly gleeful audacity) that your kitchen would only get one kitchen aide, and you and yeri had grown resigned to the fact.

"i used to work at a bakery back..." mingi trails off, shrugging, "i guess someone told joy."

the way his voice curls around someone makes you think mingi knows exactly who told joy. he's nonchalant still, unbothered in a way that makes you wary. where yeosang is guarded and, frankly, angry, mingi is calm and unbothered. you don't know which is worse. one put his cards out on the table right away, and the other felt like a mysterious ticking bomb.

"you have more experience than me, then," you say, laughing a little as you grab two aprons from the hook beside the counter. you toss him one, and he catches it easily.

mingi shakes his head, "i was just a cashier."

"even better," you say, tying off your apron, "my head baker position is secure."

a beat of silence passes between you both as you pull out dough left to cool in the fridge overnight by yeri during your day off.

then, mingi says, voice soft, "for now."

you look up at him. mingi grins once more, and his face is softer, his shoulders less stiff. you can't help but laugh. his grin grows a little wider.

you think mingi is easy to like. that makes you a bit wary.

~.~.~.~.~

you can't sleep. it's difficult to ignore what night brings, even if you are supposed to be safe in sector one.

nights are always quiet in sector one. days are often filled with chores, and the hustle and bustle of getting things done. the older compound members would sit under one of the three shade structures built along the three walls of sector one that did not hold the training, dining, and kitchen facilities, the canopies made of mismatched wood and plastic, sandbags holding the posts down, and they would weave baskets, sandals, plates, and other necessities, or scrub laundry. your first few months, you found the way they hollered at each other or howled in laughter jarring. but now, it was comforting. stronger able-bodied folks would carry pails of water in from the wells, or spend time in the greenhouses and gardens. the scavenger teams and patrol parties would walk with purpose, busy whispering to each other of their plans. an occasional child would run about, weaving through groups of people and kicking up dirt and grass. it was overwhelming when you'd first arrived. especially with how quickly the atmosphere changed as night approached.

once the sun set, everyone retreated back to their quarters. there was a large common room, with couches and ratty cushions and board games missing half their pieces and unfinished puzzles on the floor, and the hallways to the individual bedrooms and family rooms were lit up with dim torch lights, but conversations remained hushed, and no one dared to step outside. despite joy's promises, despite the fact that sector one truly did seem safe from the black fog and whatever lurked outside at night, everyone remained cautious, quiet.

perhaps, it was indication enough that the survival instincts from beyond the wall still lived on in these people. it made you feel less strange for still being wary. but the switch from lively to dead silence made it difficult to sleep.

this particular night, you wander outside the common room. oftentimes, you would not be the only one sitting quietly in the common room. a pretty boy with dark freckles and kind eyes always sits in the corner and reads under dim candlelight. he never says anything to you, and you to him, but you find his presence reassuring.

tonight, however, you step outside. the boy looks up from his book as moonlight douses him. he frowns, opens his mouth, but does not say anything. you shut the door quietly behind you, the wooden door clicking shut softly.

it's cold outside, and the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. it feels as if there are eyes on you - there very well might be. whatever attacked humanity, whatever hung between the moon and stars and caused the black fog and horrible screams at night, is probably watching you walk around like a goddamned idiot.

you clutch your sweater closer as you pass by the training fences.

the grass slopes off into a short hill, that leads down to the courtyards and the kitchens. at the top of the small hill sits a familiar figure. he is awash in moonlight, and his pretty features are almost ethereal like this. he's staring up, presumably at the moon.

you still don't have the guts to follow his gaze. he's brave. you've looked up at it once, just briefly, and you still remember the tiny reflective silver objects flitting in and out between the clouds, darkening the whites of the moon. you still remember the way your stomach sank at the sight, as if your instincts knew there was something very, very wrong. it was a deep-rooted, evolutionary fear that curled under your bones and never really left you.

a burning ember sets yeosang's face ablaze, orange mixing with white moonlight. the smell of cigarette smoke is strong. you didn't know those still existed.

he looks back at you over his shoulder, his dark eyes widening slightly at the sight of you before he looks away as if he is disappointed.

you step closer, plopping down uninvited next to him in the grass.

yeosang rests his hands on his folded knees, the cigarette burning out between you both. one of his knees are shaking.

after a moment of silence, yeosang speaks.

"sorry for being a dick earlier," yeosang mumbles, "and for disappearing."

"thanks," you say, fixing your gaze on the gates straight ahead. "appreciate the apology. appreciated the silence a bit more though."

yeosang snorts as he sticks the burning cigarette in a patch of dirt, grinding the end until the orange ember sputters out.

you look at him. yeosang looks tired. you say, "can you tell your friend wooyoung to apologize though? he beat me up because of you and a bag of chocolate chips."

yeosang laughs then, and the sound is unexpected. it's pretty. softer than his walls. "wooyoung is an idiot."

"that doesn't excuse him trying to dislocate my arm."

"yeah," yeosang mutters, frowning suddenly, "it doesn't. i'll tell him."

the silence afterwards is tense. you have no idea why. you want to ask, but you also don't care to know.

suddenly, yeosang says, "i heard mingi is helping you now."

"yeah," you say, "he said he used to work at a bakery."

"i met him there."

you raise a brow, "oh, back Before?"

"no, during the Invasion," yeosang cranes his neck as he peers up at the moon. you don't dare to follow his gaze. he says, "mingi killed someone who tried to kill me. was still wearing his apron and everything."

he speaks so casually, as if that day is not still a sore spot for nearly everyone you've ever met.

"you've been together ever since?"

yeosang nods.

you can't help it when you ask, "how?"

yeosang frowns at you, "what do you mean?"

how were you meant to explain that with longevity comes attachment? that survival in this world meant to remain detached, and therefore protected? that you thought him ridiculous for judging the way these people coped when he clung to mingi for so long you were sure he'd lose his mind if something ever happened to the other man? that level of commitment was insane to you. maybe yeosang was not brave, but rather insane, and that was why he could so easily look at the moon.

yeosang's eyes flickers between yours, waiting for a response. you shrug, "i don't know. i've just never stuck around with the same people for -"

a loud screech cuts you off. it's clearly from beyond the walls, triggering a chorus of shrill bird caws and the rustling of leaves. the keening sound is piercing, and you wince. you've heard that sound often when you were beyond the walls, when you were holed up in a stranger's home or some abandoned shed.

yeosang jumps to his feet, bristling like a startled cat, his gaze fixed in that direction beyond the walls.

then the keening abruptly stops, the same way symphonies stop with a conductor. the same way screams stop when someone puts a hand over the person's mouth. you'd seen that once, with one of the groups you'd left after just a few hours.

the silence afterwards is utterly engulfing. the crickets do not chirp. the breeze does not blow. it is as if the world has stilled, and even a single breath or a single twitch of your fingers will bring whatever was beyond the walls back.

you open your mouth. you want to say something, but you are struck once more by that primal fear, the kind that has every cell in your body begging for you to run.

grass crunches behind you, the softest sound turned into a blaring horn in the silence.

you spin, knife in hand. yeosang's head snaps over his shoulder.

joy stands illuminated by torchlight, soft yellow-orange lighting up her rounded features.

she's staring at both of you, eyes flickering back and forth, back and forth.

you say, "did you hear that?"

joy holds the torch higher, and she says, "it's nothing to worry about."

you glance over at yeosang, and he frowns, but he doesn't say anything. your heart slams against your ribs, still injected with fear.

"we're safe in sector one," joy says gently. "there's nothing to worry about. just breathe, y/n."

her voice is soothing enough. you let yourself breathe.

joy gestures back to the sleeping quarters, "you both should go inside."

"okay," yeosang says after a beat of silence. "fine."

joy's smile is reassuring, but her eyes are fixed above your head. behind you.

"everything is fine," joy says, once more. "you're safe in sector one."

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Okay I need some help finding a Malleus x MC (or reader) fic.

I believe it is a multi part series about MC living in the middle of a forest near a town. One day they find a hurt little dragon and they decide to help. The little dragon is obviously Malleus and he turns into his normal self at night. I believe there are NRC side characters like Rook, Ace and Deuce. Maybe others but idk at the moment 🤷‍♀️

If anyone could help me find the fic it would be really helpful. I remember enjoying it and thought about rereading ☺️

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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Hello! May I request a steamy # 8 With Carmy? (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Sweet Dreams.

8. "I had a dream about you."

Synopsis - You can't look Carmy in the eye this morning. He's determined to figure out why.

Pairing - Roommate!Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. carmen is a menace.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - the people love carmy!! and I totally understand why. another roommate fic, because everyone adores them - me included!! this takes place in the same universe as Finders, Keepers and Pity Party, but you can decide whether this happens before or after those. your choice!! <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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"The fuck is your problem?"

Carmy has you cornered, backed up against the kitchen counter. You've been avoiding him all morning, and he's finally had enough.

"I... there's... what?" you squeak, taken aback.

He's usually so gentle with you, so careful. You'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying the sudden dominance he's displaying.

"I said," he begins, leaning down so he's nose to nose with you, "what is your problem? The fuck is going on with you?"

When you exhale shakily, he takes a more gentle approach.

"Honey... Did I do something wrong? Have I upset you? You haven't been able to look at me all morning. You're freaking me out."

"No, no!" you rush out. "You haven't done anything wrong. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"I'm gonna worry, until you explain yourself."

You know he means well, that his concern is coming from a place of love. The problem is, the truth is mortifying. Ridiculously embarrassing. You and Carmy have a good thing going, as roommates, and you don't want to ruin that.

"It's nothing, Carm."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that."

You flick your eyes up to meet his piercing blue ones, and you hesitate. You've never been in the habit of lying to each other. In fact, you're not sure you're physically capable of it. Those big ocean eyes can see right through you.

"Fine. But you have to promise not to laugh."

"I promise."

You take a breath, and confess as quickly as you can.

"Ihadadreamaboutyou."

The corners of his lips quirk, tilting his head in confusion.

"Say that again. Didn't quite catch it."

You roll your eyes, and commit. You might aswell, at this point.

"I had a dream about you."

He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, deliberating what to say.

"What kind of dream?"

Fuck. You were hoping he wouldn't want you to elaborate.

"A good one."

"A good one, huh? Must have been, if you can't even look me in the eye this morning."

You roll your eyes and shove him in the chest lightly.

"I knew you'd be a dick if I told you. Hence why I didn't."

"No, you didn't tell me because you're embarrassed."

He steps closer to you, backing you up against the counter again. He leans in so he's forehead to forehead with you, lips brushing yours everytime he speaks.

"Where does your filthy little mind go when you fall asleep, hmm? Was I at least good, in this dream of yours? Live up to your expectations?"

"You were fine," you mumble.

"Fine? Honey, I'm the best chef in this city. I don't do fine."

"You woke me up with all the noise you were making in the kitchen before I could get to the good part."

"Oh, I left you hanging? Shit, baby. Well we can't have that."

In one fluid motion, Carmy picks you up and sits you on the counter, moving to stand between your legs. You wrap them around his hips instinctively, arms flying up around his neck.

"You gonna let me finish what I started?"

You stare into his eyes for a moment, trying to find any semblance of humour or amusement. All you find is adoration, compassion, and lust.

"You think you can?" you whisper teasingly, knowing exactly which buttons to push.

"Honey, when are you going to learn that I am the best at everything I do?"

Carmy closes the gap between you, smashing his lips to yours. It's all teeth and tongue and nipping and biting, no tenderness to be found. He slips his hand under your sleep shirt, running a finger up the middle of your underwear.

"Fuck," he groans. "Real good dream, huh?"

You nod and buck your hips into his touch, desperate to feel him.

"Right now, I'm gonna take the edge off, okay? And then, I'm gonna spread you out, and make you tell me every single little thing that happened in your dream, so you can experience it properly."

You nod frantically in response, hands clawing at his clothed shoulders. Carmy pulls your underwear down your legs and pushes them apart, wasting no time. He runs two fingers up and down, revelling in the wet warmth.

"Please," you whisper. "Please, Carmy."

He connects his lips to yours as he slides his fingers into you, muffling your sounds against his mouth. As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. He knows what he's doing, and he's good at it.

You've been so worked up all morning that it doesn't take Carmy long to figure out what you like. In no time, he's thrusting and curling his fingers, pressing his thumb onto your clit and making you whine. He's got his other arm wrapped around your middle, keeping you pressed close to him.

"You're close, honey. Can feel you. Come on, this is what you wanted, isn't it? I've got you."

You press your lips to his, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth right as you fall over the edge. Carmy trails kisses down your neck, under your ear, onto your temple, holding you tightly as you find your release. Your toes curl, back arching off the counter as you drop your head onto his chest to catch your breath.

After a couple of minutes, you pull away to look at him, smiling when you find him grinning at you.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "I don't tell you enough."

"So are you," you whisper, careful not to break the moment. "You're beautiful, Carm."

He ducks down and kisses you again, sweeter this time.

"Now," he mutters against your lips. "Start from the beginning, in this dream of yours."

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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✰ | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 | ✰

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𝐏𝐭. 𝟏: 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

└─────── •강박 관념• ───────┘

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✰ Pairing : Yandere!Mingi X Gn!Reader

✰ Genre : Yandere, Smut + Slight horror

✰ W.C : 2264

✰ Warnings : Olfactophilia (scent kink), Breaking and entering, Pillow humping, Dacryphilia, Praise + degradation, Minor breeding kink, Minor dumbification, Minor overstimulation, Unhealthy obsession, Stalking, Delusions, Minor character death, Mentions of murder

✰ A/N : Under 16’s DNI !! I am not in any way supporting or promoting this type of behaviour, it is disgusting and wrong.

✰ Series : The Obsessions

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Mingi smiled serenely as he sat on your bed, staring at all the different trinkets and pictures adorning your shelves. His hands fiddled with a dreamcatcher that hung from your ceiling, the feathers soft on his fingertips. He bit his lip when his eyes landed on the few posters you had up on your walls, confused as to why some considered them childish. He thought it made you even more cuter, if that was even possible, to him.

He gazed longingly at your pillows, unsure if he should take the risk. Should he really disturb anything else? Then again this was your bed, the one you sleep in every night. He bit his lip, chewing it softly as he became lost in his thoughts.

“They must smell like Y/N…It would be like…”

Holding you.

He ran a cautious finger over the pillow’s edge, feeling the soft texture of your pillowcase. Pressing down slightly and recognising the soothing feeling of memory foam. Of course you have memory foam, you deserve only the best. He looked quickly from side to side, the audacity of what he was about to do causing his paranoia to rise again. He shouldn’t, you would be home any minute. But fuck it, wasn’t that part of the thrill anyways?

Ignoring the little part of his brain that still saw how wrong this was, or at the very least how reckless he was being, Mingi laid down on your bed, face rubbing in almost a feline manner on your pillow. He took in a deep breath of you, finally knowing what his one true love smelt like. He had bought all the products you used, smelled them one by one, at the same time, but it was nothing compared to this.

A wave of comfort washed over him, mouth running dry as his sniffs became more needy, the need to just… drown himself in your scent becoming overwhelming. He gripped your blanket, moulding the soft furry material slowly in his palm. He hated that he couldn’t make you his, he could never have you, but perhaps maybe this would be enough to quell his cravings. His need.

“Fuck, you smell so good baby..”

Mingi fully buried his face in your pillow, sniffing like a wild animal, frantic and crazy. Only for you, he reasoned, but was that really a reason or an excuse? Mingi had been excusing so many of his actions since he first saw you, actions that a few months ago he would’ve been repulsed by.

When he took a picture of you smiling with your friends, he reasoned he had just been at the right place at the right time. How could he not save that beautiful smile of yours?

When he took your pen when you dropped it on the floor, he reasoned that you wouldn’t need every single pen you owned. Plus, finders keepers right?

When he stole your bracelet from your bag, he reasoned that it was only string and beads. You probably wouldn’t miss it, would you?

When he cut a lock of your hair as you dozed in your lecture, he reasoned it was a small piece from the back. How would you ever notice?

When he filmed you getting dressed in your room, he reasoned that no one else would find out. What’s wrong with having a little video of the love of his life?

When he broke in to give you a little gift, he reasoned he’d be gone before you got home. What’s the harm in having a little looksie?

What’s so wrong with being too shy to approach you, so instead watching you from the shadows? Nothing. Nothing could possibly be wrong with that.

Before he could help himself, he grabbed the two other pillows on your bed, forming a vertical line to what he guessed was your main pillow. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, resisting the urge to savour the taste of you like a dog. He couldn’t control his hips however, face dropping into the pillow again when he started bucking into the ones underneath him.

It was not only risky but strenuous for Mingi, his hips twisting and turning so his body would rub against the pillow in a certain way. A little grunt left his mouth when he rubbed himself perfectly, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He then kept a quick pace, rutting onto the pillow in an uncontrolled manner. He just had to finish, he couldn’t leave here without finishing. He just couldn’t.

So he panted quietly, biting his lip and closing his eyes once again. He sniffed and thought of you, thought of how you’d look like under him, how you’d sound, how you’d smell. He imagined your pathetic whimpers and cries, calling his name again and again as he made you feel good.

“Shit, Y/N.. So fucking good.. You smell so perfect, baby.”

There was no way to justify it, Mingi was crazy for you. His imagination and reality were slowly melding into one, lust clouding his mind to the point where he didn’t know what was real or fake anymore. The picture of you crying out beneath him was so strong he couldn’t believe it was fake. He wouldn’t believe it was fake. It was real, everything was real. You loved him and he loved you, he’s making love to you right now, he is. You’re his and you’re telling him that, screaming his name and begging for him to go faster, go harder. To fill you with his cum, breed you like the whore you are.

“Patience baby, Daddy will- ngh.. make sure you feel g-good. Just wait.”

You’re gripping the sheets now, desperately clinging to something, anything. His name is falling from your lips like a mantra, seemingly the only thing you could think of. Well you weren’t really thinking, he had fucked any thoughts out of your pretty head. All that was up there was him and how fucking good he was making you feel.

“Such a pretty babe for Daddy… and so good too. Keep up and Daddy might cum.”

Planting his hands either side of the pillow, Mingi thrusted frantically as he chased his high, his head back and his eyes closed. Your screams were now inhumanely loud, you practically wailing in his ears with pleasure. He ducked his head down and breathed in your scent, opening his eyes just to see yours rolling. Soon you let yourself fall back into the pillows, body relaxing as you whimpered quietly, shaking from your intense orgasm. It was too much, felt too good. Tears were falling now, soaking into the pillow.

“Shhh my love, Daddy’s close. You think you can cum again for me?”

You nodded your head, eyes tightly screwed shut as you sobbed between your moans and tried to keep still. Mingi was panting and groaning desperately now, taking in your ruined face. So beautiful, and only he could see it. With one last thrust of his hips Mingi stilled, letting out a whine that eventually turned into a deeper moan as he came down from his high. He laid on top of you for a minute before he flung himself next to you, chest heaving as he tried to calm his beating heart. He raised a hand to his cheek and wiped a tear from it, confused by its presence. When did he cry?

When his heart finally returned to a normal pace he dared to open his eyes, his happiness soon deflating when he saw the messy line of pillows, the one he’d been sniffing covered in drool and tears. He sat up slowly, the truth finally sinking in. So he was wrong, you didn’t love him, you didn’t let him make love to you, you didn’t let him do anything. You weren’t even there, he just pretended you were. Tricked his brain into thinking you were.

It was only then he payed attention to the stickiness in his jeans, groaning and getting off the bed. Walking to his bag he grabbed the presents he had brought for you, the presents he deluded himself into thinking he’d only leave and go. He pretended he was in control of himself, his urges.

But in actuality, he was far from it.

“For fucks sake.”

He awkwardly moved back to the bed after shrugging the backpack on, this time however going towards the desk situated next to it. He resisted the overwhelming feeling to go through your papers, read everything you’d been studying. But he managed to hold back, only picking up a pen and post-it note and sticking it to the large box of your favourite snacks he’d bought, tapping the pen against his chin as he struggled to think. Fuck, he needed to hurry up and get the fuck out of here.

“Dear… Y/N…”

He stared at the note for a second before scoffing and peeling it off the box, ripping it up and throwing it in the bin. He took another and started again.

“Dear.. my love.. Y/N…”

Mingi also ripped this up too, yet another in the bin. He slapped the side of his head a few times, mumbling under his breath.

“Come on Mingi, you got this. It’s just a small note.”

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Something felt wrong. You didn’t know what, but it just was.

You took a look around your room, running your hands over your stuff like it was your first time being there. Nothing was out of place but it just.. felt wrong. You eventually came to your desk, a box of your favourite snacks with a bow tied around them bringing a smile to your face. Not soon after however, you took a glance at your bin, which had been shoved under your desk in a rush. You pulled it out, a layer of green fluttering down onto your soft carpet.

“The fuck?…”

Knowing you had nothing else in there, you tipped your bin upside down, a wave of post it notes falling from it. A little bit of fear shot through your body at this, your heart racing as you picked up a few of the notes.

My darling Y/N…

I wish you knew my name…

Sweetheart…

My love…

Baby I love you so much…

You’re so cute I could die…

Your eyes widened as you got further and further through the pile, the writing now becoming more rushed.

I hate that you don’t know my name..

I would die for you babe, I mean it…

I love you so much but you don’t even look at me…

Why do you do this to me?…

As you came to the last few, you gripped them with shaky hands. You were surprised you hadn’t picked them up earlier, they stood out so much in comparison to the others. Whoever had written these had clearly become agitated by this point, words turning cruel and their writing bold.

FUCK YOU FOR TORTURING ME LIKE THIS!

WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!

I’LL KILL YOU YOU STUPID WHORE I’LL KILL YOU!!

I KNOW YOU WENT OUT ON A DATE TODAY.

ILL KILL HIM! ILL KILL THE BASTARD!!

YOURE MINE.

You ran and grabbed your phone with shaky hands, taking it from the table and running back to your room. Locking the door, you went back to your desk, staring down at the mess on the floor as you started dialling Yunho’s number. Before you could press the last key however you received a restricted call, and you picked up instantly.

“Hello?”

“Evening, is this Mx. Y/N L/N?”

You creased your eyebrows at the formal tone, sitting down on your bed.

“Yes, that’s me. May I ask what this is concerning?”

Your focus changed from the detective to your bed as your eyes wandered to your pillows. You bit your lip. They didn’t look like that before…did they?

Your hand reached out, separating the pillows and placing them in one line on the bed. One looked completely normal, one had a substance on it that looked suspiciously like something it shouldn’t, and one had no pillow case on it. You then noticed a post it that had fallen when you’d picked the third pillow up, grabbing it and reading the final note from whoever had broken into your apartment. It was simple, but it set dread into your heart.

Sorry xoxo

“Mx. L/N? Did you hear what I said?”

You snapped back into reality, placing the phone back at your ear that had slowly been drooping from the shock of your discovery.

“Sorry, could you repeat yourself? Connection.”

You heard the person at the other end of the phone sigh, obviously exasperated with you.

“We need you to come down to the station to discuss where you were three hours ago.”

You placed a shaky hand over your mouth, your eyes stinging with tears. Please, don’t let it be him.

“Why?”

“I’d.. rather not discuss it over the pho-“

“Please! I need to know!”

The desperation in your voice silenced the detective on the other end of the call. He glanced at his partner, who was taking a bite out of doughnut. He just tilted his head at the detective to continue.

“Well I’m sorry to inform you Mx. Y/N, but you’re the last known contact of a Mr. Jung Yunho.”

He licked his lips, curling the phone coil around his finger.

“Who we just found stabbed to death in a ditch two hours ago.”

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