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cherry bomb | part 2 | jungkook (m)

pairing: jungkook x fem reader

summary: after your town goes into lockdown because of the cherry bomb massacre, you find out that the murderer's interest is on you. eventually, you’re left with no choice but to face him.

genre: horror/slasher, angst, smut, college!au

word count: 13.7k

warnings: major character deaths, gaslighting, hallucinations, anxiety/paranoia, grief, trauma, violence (including knife and gun use), torture, blood, gore, descriptions of dead bodies, a funeral scene, fuckboy!JK, oral (fem receiving), fingering, finger-sucking, handjob, cumplay(?), hair-pulling

a/n: this part is quite rougher than the first, so heed the warnings. same notes as the last part—not meant to be entirely realistic since this *is* a slasher. block/filter as needed. i didn’t mention this in part 1 but this fic is not set in present day; more like somewhere in the 2000s? i don’t think this fic would work as well with all this advanced technology/the prevalence of social media now

...also, i had this story all written out and then decided to completely change the plot at the last minute because i figured out a way to write the original plot i had wanted to do from the beginning. 💀 yeah…just leave your thoughts below

taglist is at the very bottom of the fic—for some reason i wasn't able to tag everyone who requested, so please reblog this fic so folks can see it

sources for the fic dividers: one | two

link to part 1

you’re standing in front of some stranger’s house in the early hours of the morning, your body heavy from exhaustion as your adrenaline has run out. this is not at all how you expected your night to end when you left your dorm hours ago. it must’ve taken at least 40 minutes to get to this house, and you’re less familiar with this part of town, which you try not to feel uneasy about. you suppose the farther away from the scene of the carnage, the better.

jungkook bangs on the door, calling out the name yoongi-hyung until the porch light comes on. though it’s illogical, you’re tense with apprehension that the murderer could somehow appear at any moment, and you hope whoever yoongi is lets the both of you in soon. so much for no longer looking over your shoulder.

a man with hair just as long as jungkook’s answers the door, looking disheveled and annoyed. “why the fuck are you banging down my door at nearly 2 am—"

yoongi stops speaking as he eyes the both of you up and down, his gaze going from the bite mark bruises you left on jungkook’s neck to the dried blood on your face to the bullet holes in jungkook’s car. his expression is between surprise and curiosity. “what the fuck is going on here?”

“can we talk inside?” jungkook says, though he doesn’t wait for an invitation before pushing his way past the other man and stepping inside.

“uh…hi. sorry.” you step inside too, glad to not be out in the open anymore.

yoongi takes another look outside the door at the state of jungkook’s car before closing and locking it. “mind explaining this shit? i thought you were going to that party you told me about?

“i did,” jungkook says, his voice full of frustration. “the fucking killer showed up at the party.”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“you know what i’m talking about. that werewolf-masked freak? he came and just started stabbing people to death. we watched him shoot a fraternity member in front of us, dude. that’s why my car looks the way it does.”

“the campus is probably dangerous,” you add. “that’s why we came here. we just need somewhere safe to stay for the night.”

yoongi goes to the window and draws back the curtain. he peeks out the small holes in the side of the blinds rather than pushing the blinds down to look outside. “and you’re certain he didn’t follow you here? i thought he only killed virgins anyway. why the hell was he shooting at you?” then yoongi turns away from the window and looks at you. “oh. is this why?”

feeling put on the spot, you blurt out: “look, i don’t think that matters much anymore. he seemed to be killing anybody who was in his way.”

“and he was on foot the whole time, so there’s no way he could’ve followed us,” jungkook adds.

yoongi shakes his head and walks away from the window. “whole town is fucked, then. come on.”

you’re relieved to be able to scrub the blood off your face and change into fresh clothes. you initially thought it was peculiar that yoongi had spare clothes ready for you to wear until he alluded to keeping them on hand for any of jungkook’s hookups that he brings over.

“sure—of course.” you’d just nodded and tried not to look embarrassed as you accepted the clothes.

even after showering you don’t feel entirely clean, though. you think it might be impossible to return to feeling anything like your former self after tonight.

the couch has a pull-out bed, so it’s not as uncomfortable as it would be just sleeping on a regular sofa, which you are grateful for. you’re still arranging the pillow and blankets when jungkook walks into the room holding his own bedding.

“i think i should sleep here,” he says.

“there’s no room on the couch for the both of us,” you protest, thinking he means to take your spot.

“i mean on the floor. earlier, you didn’t seem like you wanted to be left alone in here.”

“oh.” you try to take the edge out of your voice; it’s hard to be polite when you’re still so overwhelmed with stress. “that’ll be uncomfortable though.”

jungkook just waves his hand and dumps his pillow and blanket on the floor before going to push the coffee table out of the way. “doesn’t really matter, i think we’ve been through worse tonight than sleeping on a hard floor…”

“thanks,” you say quietly, watching him spread his blanket out on the ground. you want to say something else, but you can’t think of anything.

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

after a few more moments of staring at jungkook as he arranges his sleeping area, you finally ask, “i was wondering how’d you meet yoongi? he doesn’t seem like he’s a college student. i’ve never seen him around our campus, at least.”

“he isn’t. he works as a music producer, so he’s out of town a lot, but this is his homebase. as for how we met—it’s a long story. he and my brother actually used to know each other, so…” you think he’ll explain further, but he just shakes his head. “but he’s a good friend.”

“i see. a music producer…nice. how cool for a little town like this.”

after everything is to his liking, jungkook gets under the blanket. “tonight was a lot, so try to get some sleep.”

you nod and turn the lamp off, though you’re doubting you’ll get any peace tonight. “yeah…you too.”

SATURDAY MORNING, NOV 4

you wake up around 11 a.m. on a strange couch wearing strange clothes in a strange room. with your brain’s half-conscious state, your terror reawakens; you think maybe you’ve been kidnapped by the murderer and the car ride with jungkook last night was a dream—until yoongi pops into your mind.

you try to regulate your breathing and settle back beneath the blanket, though you know you won’t be going back to sleep.

you haven’t gotten more than an hour of sleep in total, broken up into 20-minute intervals across the hours. every time you’ve tried to close your eyes and drift off, you see the frat member’s skull bursting apart again, shocking your entire nervous system. you can think of nothing but the piles of bodies and the deaths you witnessed. perhaps it’s better that you don’t sleep; you figure your dreams wouldn’t be any more tolerable than your thoughts.

as you shift around on the couch, your whole body screams with soreness. your arms, your ribs, your sides, your legs, and—to a lesser extent—even between your thighs where jungkook was last night.

you glance over and see that he’s still sprawled on the floor, blanket halfway kicked off. he’s actually awake, his face turned away from you as he blinks slowly and stares at nothing, but he doesn’t say anything and so neither do you. with you spending most of your night awake, you saw that he was able to get more rest than you did. lucky him.

it hurts to move, but you reach for your phone and check for any signs of lorelai. none. there is one text from camille, sent 40 minutes ago.

➤ camille: I talked to Lorelai’s sister. She went to go see about a missing persons report. The police took her information but didn’t seem very concerned about it and said she might have just stayed the night with other friends after the party. Apparently a lot of others had the same idea as you. Campus is a ghost town. They’re still identifying all the bodies, so no word yet.

➤ y/n: so we just have to sit here and wait to see if she’ll turn up alive or dead? that’s useless.

➤ camille: As per fucking usual with the pigs.

➤ camille: She also told me there’s supposed to be a lockdown or something. It’s on the news.

➤ y/n: a lockdown???

looking around the room, you spot the TV remote sitting on yoongi’s coffee table a few feet away. you try to sit up, but it takes you a couple minutes longer than you anticipate because of the pain. jungkook notices the movement from the corner of his eye and turns to look at you. “what are you doing?”

“tryna get the remote.”

jungkook grabs it and hands it to you, and you turn the TV to one of the local news channels.

➤ camille: They’re telling people not to leave their homes for anything non-essential while they search for him. Not sure how long that’s supposed to last. I guess now they wanna get serious about this fucking killer? Too late for that.

you and jungkook watch as the newscaster gives a rundown of last night’s events; to your small relief, it looks like the killer didn’t try to go to the campus after the murders at the party house. the newscaster goes on to announce that the police are instating a citywide curfew, which they’ll discuss further at a press conference in the afternoon. in the meantime, they advise everyone to only travel in groups, shelter in place if possible, and keep all windows and doors locked.

you laugh humorlessly, and jungkook glances at you again. “in groups? we were all packed into one damn house at the party, and how much did that help?”

➤ y/n: are you sure you’re okay at the uni?

➤ camille: I’m fine. My roommate brought some of her friends into our room so no one’s left alone. Either way, my dad is coming to help me move some of my things out and come back home.

➤ y/n: okay, please just stay safe.

➤ camille: You too.

“what now?” jungkook says once the newscast goes off. “everybody just stays holed up for like a month while they hunt for that guy?”

you roll your eyes. “people won’t stay in their homes for that long. i don’t know how any of this is gonna work. we wouldn’t be in this mess now if they’d cared when this first started happening.”

“you think so? students would still be getting killed. the only difference is that a good chunk of people would just be sitting at home freaking the fuck out and too scared to go anywhere while the killer would still be on the loose.”

“…damn. it’s truly bleak to assume we’d still be in the same situation. you’re an optimistic one.”

“better than deluding yourself about it.”

“whatever. where’s your family to freak out over you? somebody should be concerned about your whereabouts by now. didn’t you say you have a brother? speaking of, i’m gonna have to call my sister soon…”

jungkook turns back to the TV, and you can tell he’s become more tense than he was seconds ago. “yeah, but i’m estranged from them. yoongi’s my family.”

wrong thing to ask. you wonder about the reason for it but decide it’s probably better not to pry. “ah…that sucks.”

jungkook looks back at you like he’s irked by that response, but he makes a noise resembling a chuckle. “tell me about it.”

later that afternoon, after you’ve reassured your sister veronica on her work break that you are fine and at a “friend’s” house (because you have no clue how to refer to either of these men), you and yoongi sit at the kitchen table with brunch while jungkook goes outside to examine the damage to his car more closely.

it’s difficult to eat, but you do so anyway; you don’t want to be rude by wasting the food yoongi made. the news station still plays loudly from the living room as you wait for the press conference to come on.

“so, about you and jungkook...” yoongi starts, looking at you from over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“what about me and jungkook?”

“we both know he didn’t get those bites on his neck from a wild animal attack.”

you sit up straighter in your seat, a sudden spike of irritation hitting you. “aren’t we all grown here? who cares?” you try to sound unbothered despite feeling very green about all of this. after all, you’d only had sex for the first time last night.

“look, i don’t care. fuck him all you want. i’m just trying to advise you not to get emotionally involved, because that’s not how jungkook operates. the amount of girls i’ve had somehow coming after my neck when their situationship with him doesn’t work out is starting to get really old. it’d be best if you didn’t do the same.”

you’re simultaneously annoyed at his assumption of you and flustered because you want to prove him wrong about acting the same as the other girls. you hate both feelings. “i don’t want anything like that with him. i just needed something done and i got it. it doesn’t matter anymore.”

yoongi shrugs, and you get the sense he’s heard that before and isn’t convinced, but you can’t be bothered going back and forth with him about this.

the press conference comes on TV a few minutes later. they announce that classes at your university are cancelled indefinitely; parents and relatives will need to come move their students out, and the school will be operating with a skeleton staff and increased security presence for any students who can’t leave the campus. the citywide curfew will be at 8 p.m. every night, by which time almost everyone will need to be in their homes, and it will end at 6 a.m each morning.

“fun,” you say sarcastically. “at least i won’t have to worry about finals and trying not to get murdered at the same time.”

when jungkook comes back inside, you let him know about what he missed from the press conference.

“we should just stay here for now.” when you raise your eyebrows, jungkook says, “i basically live here when i’m not on campus for classes. plus yoongi-hyung lets me bring girls here all the time, this is nothing new.”

“if both of you are gonna be hiding out in my place, we’ll need to go to the store,” yoongi says. “more mouths to feed.”

“…or i could just go home?” you propose, your mind reeling at them already making plans. you feel awkward about staying in a stranger’s house for who knows how long. “i think we only really needed to stay here for the night. it’s fine.”

“will you have people there with you?” jungkook asks. “it’s not safe to be alone.”

you’re surprised he seems to be this concerned, but you answer: “well, i mean…my sister works 12-hour shifts as a nurse and she’s the only one living there, so…” you’d chosen your university because your older sister lived in the area, and because it was a tradition for women in your family to attend that school, but there were no other relatives you could turn to. your parents lived a couple of towns away.

yoongi comes to the conclusion so you don’t have to. “in other words, you’ll be alone most of the day.”

“…i guess. but i’m really not tryna impose on you by staying here.”

yoongi tilts his head, a small smirk on his lips. you automatically dislike the look on his face. “why don’t you take jungkook with you, then?”

you and jungkook glance at each other. “but, hyung…”

yoongi shakes his head. “you already know i can take care of myself. seriously, don’t worry about it.” and then yoongi winks at you. you don’t know for sure, but you take that to mean he’s probably packing heat like camille’s dad.

“if you’re sure.” turning to you, jungkook says, “so, how about it?”

“it’s my sister’s house, so i’ll have to ask her,” you say tentatively. “yeah…uh. let me do that now, i guess.” you pull out your phone to text her about it, though you know it’ll be a while before she gets another work break and can answer. “in the meantime…i think we’ll need to go to the store either way. and then to campus to pick our things up.”

“you’re right. let’s go then,” jungkook says.

the store is full of people panic-buying food and necessities in preparation for the curfew and effective lockdown, which you expected. you and jungkook end up going your separate ways to find the things you need because it’s quicker that way, and because you want to get in and out of the store as soon as possible. the crowdedness is too much like the party, and despite yourself, anxiety begins rising in you due to the claustrophobic atmosphere. you try to maintain even breaths as you keep searching for items. just what you need—a shiny new trauma to make your life harder.

you pass by a man in one of the less-crowded aisles before realizing he’s standing in front of what you need to get, examining one of the food packages. you wait a few moments to see if he’ll finish up soon, and when your eyes begin to wander, you see that there’s a long gray hair clinging to the back of his leather jacket, standing out clearly against the black. you probably wouldn’t have noticed this at all on any other day, except your mind has been on high alert for hours now; you find it strange that this strand clearly doesn’t match the shade or length of the hair on his head, which is short and plain brown. the shade of the hair also weirdly reminds you of something, though you can’t quite recall what; it remains just out of your mind’s reach.

you shake your head. he could’ve come to the store with somebody who has long gray hair, or hugged them before he left home, and a strand stuck to his jacket. it’s the least of your issues right now.

the man must feel your presence behind him because he turns around to look at you. you’re a little taken aback by his gaze; his expression isn’t mean per se, but very intense, as if his entire focus is trained on you.

there’s a second’s pause, like he’s thinking about something before he speaks. “am i in your way?” he asks, never breaking eye contact. his voice doesn’t portray any particular emotion.

“i just have to get something really quick.” he steps aside and gestures to the rows of food without a word. you slip in beside him and grab what you need before moving away again. “thanks.” you think about telling him about the hair on his jacket but decide against it; your decision is solidified when you spot a wolf figurine keychain on his keys, faded from time but still distinguishable. it makes your breath catch.

there’s no way it could be him. it was kind of dark in the party house with nothing but string lights and lamps illuminating it, and everything happened so quickly…but you do remember the colors of that mask. red, yellow, black—and that dark gray for the fur.

but maybe it’s really all just a coincidence; how much sense would it make to turn every person with wolf paraphernalia and random stray hairs into a suspect?

you walk down the rest of the aisle and away from the man with growing unease. maybe it’s time to find jungkook so you can get out of here; you can hardly keep yourself together, and despite your best attempts at logic, you can’t stop yourself from getting more frantic about those two things.

speeding up your walk and weaving through people, you look down every aisle in search for jungkook before you find him, rushing over to him as you breathe heavily.

“whoa, what the hell is wrong? did somebody do something?”

“no, i…”

“what happened?”

“it’s the…well, the…i saw, uh…”

“y/n.”

“i saw—the mask. the fur from the mask. do you remember it?”

“…you mean that stupid ass werewolf mask?” you gesture for jungkook to lower his voice. “wait, you’re saying you saw it in here?”

“no, i saw a man who had a strand of hair on his jacket…” it starts sounding ridiculous to your own ears the more you speak, but you continue. “the strand—it was the same color as that fur. the same length! and he—he had some weird wolf keychain…”

jungkook stares at you for a long moment before sighing. “you’re not serious? a random strand of hair that could be from anybody or anything? that could be from someone’s fucking grandma for all we know. plus a keychain…maybe he just likes wolves, y/n.”

you already know that saying i just feel like something is off won’t be enough to convince him. you sigh with a deep sense of defeat, considering that he’s probably right. maybe your initial assumption was the more sensible answer. “…right. i think i’m just really fucked up right now after everything that happened. can we finish up here?”

“yeah, we will. because you definitely need to lay down soon or something. you haven’t had any sleep all night, right?” the way jungkook eyes you with concern as if you’ve lost your mind annoys you. you’re about to give a smart remark when you notice something in the carrying-basket he has.

“…a baseball bat?”

“if the killer comes after us again, duh. we’ll be prepared this time. or at least i will.”

“good luck with that if he happens to have another gun.” rolling your eyes, you brush past jungkook to go to one of the checkout counters.

in the parking lot, you see that the man from earlier has also come out and is putting the last of his grocery bags into his car trunk. there’s really nothing spectacular about his appearance that would make him stand out in a crowd, with his average height and average looks, let alone incriminate him as a serial killer. yet that familiar unease won’t leave.

he sees you and jungkook walking towards the car together, and his eyes dart to the bullet holes in jungkook’s car. then he makes eye contact with you. you give a half-hearted wave, unsure what else to do with his eyes stuck on you. for a moment, his lips turn up into the faintest smile before he shakes his head and gets into his own car.

MONDAY, NOV 6

you’ve spent half of saturday and all of sunday trying to get used to living in your sister’s house with jungkook. veronica had been surprisingly okay with having him stay over, though most of it was her being relieved you finally found “a potential boyfriend who’s actually cute.” you didn’t have the energy to argue with her.

you’ve also been constantly checking on camille (to her eventual annoyance) and seeing if there are any more updates on lorelai. still nothing. your dread grows the further away you get from that bloody friday, but you try to keep your thoughts from straying too darkly.

right now, you, veronica, and jungkook all sit on the couch together in a neat little row, a bowl of popcorn in front of you on the coffee table and some science-fiction B-movie playing on the TV. your sister proposed the idea to distract yourselves from everything going on, but so far, you feel like it isn’t very effective. at least not for you. your mind keeps wandering to other things every 5 minutes.

eventually, veronica yawns widely, stretching her arms and legs before rising off the couch. “okay, i’m getting tired as fuck. i need to go to sleep for work tomorrow anyway. you guys enjoy the rest of the movie, okay?” she pats your shoulder as she passes by you on her way out of the room.

jungkook waves. “oh, sure. goodnight.”

“night, sis.”

when jungkook’s attention goes back to the movie, your sister makes eye contact with you and points her finger at you menacingly. you give her a shocked look while she mouths you know what i mean and swirls her finger in jungkook’s direction. embarrassed at the implication, you roll your eyes and turn your head back to the TV screen. having sex with jungkook on your sister’s couch is not high on your list of priorities tonight.

after your sister is gone, jungkook spreads out on the couch like it’s his own living room, placing his legs right over your lap. you sigh, looking over at him—and hoping that your eyes don’t linger too obviously on the expanse of thigh muscle that’s now on display from his shorts riding up higher.

“…really? i don’t want your big ole legs in my lap.”

jungkook just grins. “you should lay down too, it’s more comfortable this way.” you stare at him, and he tries to egg you on by pulling the sleeve of your shirt. “come on.”

“i’m not laying down on top of you, if that’s what you’re after.”

you do end up lying down, but on the opposite side of the couch so that your legs are tangled together, which really just increases the amount of contact between you either way—but whatever.

this makes jungkook laugh more. “ha, it’s like we’re scissoring.”

“so damn corny.”

you two continue watching the rest of the movie, but by the end of it you don’t remember half of what happened. taking the remote, you flip through the channels and try to find something else to look at. there isn’t much interesting to watch on a random monday night—which would be a school night anyway, if not for the current context.

as you search for a channel, jungkook asks: “what would you do if you found out who the killer was?”

you squint your eyes at his odd question. maybe the obvious answer would be to alert the police. but after days of having your anger stoked like a fire, that’s not exactly the answer you’d choose. “maybe i’d kill him.” the words leave your lips easily, and you hardly think twice about them once they’re out.

neither of you speak for a few long moments.

“does that scare you?” you ask, after the silence starts annoying you. you want to laugh, but there’s nothing really funny about the situation.

“…not really. angry women are kinda sexy. so are dangerous ones.”

you scoff. “i’m not tryna be sexy, you fool. and how many dangerous women have you dealt with? seems to me you only have a thing for the innocents.”

“it’s not like i only fuck virgins. you don’t even know me like that.” he nudges your leg with his foot like he’s also annoyed, but his expression doesn’t show any actual irritation.

“…if you want to go back and forth about it, go outside and argue with the wall or something. i’m in no mood, jungkook.” you shove his foot off of you. “just, holy shit. i wish i could have just one hour where i don’t have to think about any of this shit. my mind can’t even breathe.”

he’s actually quiet for a couple minutes after. you think he’s moved on from the conversation until he finally says, “i can give you an hour.”

your body becomes alert at that. the insinuation in his tone is obvious. you glance backwards as if your sister could hear you from upstairs, though you know that’s illogical. “i got what i wanted from you already,” you whisper.

“so? what if i wanted to give you more? you know you’re allowed to have sex with a person more than once, yeah?” he chuckles.

here he is making you this offer, and once again you feel like you’ve been reduced to the state of a confused lamb in front of a hungry wolf. you realize that the idea of letting yourself get more physically entangled with jungkook scares you. he is not someone you can turn into a boyfriend, who wants to be a boyfriend, and you are only looking to save yourself from any potential hurt. “it would just be sex—right? you have to know i’m not looking for anything deeper from you.”

jungkook smirks. like with yoongi, you don’t know if he believes you. “i know.”

you want to undo almost everything from the past few days. you can’t forget, but for a while, you want to just exist outside of the timeline where there’s a killer on the loose and one of your friends is missing. it’s too much to handle; your body is approaching its limits for the amount of stress it can take. you need a balm to numb the pain and the fear, and you dislike that you are giving into your base instincts to do so. you feel guilty, somehow. but pleasure is easy. at least it has been whenever you sought it on your own—and now you have someone else to give it to you. someone who is in front of you now, proposing it with all the willingness in the world. maybe there’s really nothing wrong with saying yes.

“jungkook…”

“hm?”

“please just shut the fuck up and don’t say another word about the outside world right now. i don’t want to think about anything but your…” you falter, still trying to get used to expressing what you want sexually.

jungkook sits up, his hands sliding up your legs and to your hips. “but my what?”

“um, your…” your thoughts end when he leans down and pulls the hem of your sweater up, planting a kiss on your waist where your skin meets the waistband of your sweatpants. one kiss turns into a second, and a third. the fourth becomes an open-mouthed embrace of his lips on your skin, and you make a small noise of pleasure when his tongue gets involved.

“careful. don’t want veronica to come down here, remember?”

you huff. “that isn’t happening any time soon, believe me.”

his kisses continue as he begins to slide your sweatpants down, revealing the waistband of your panties. once they’re fully on display, he leans forward to nuzzle his face between your thighs, his mouth and nose pressing into the seat of your underwear. his actions take you off guard. you actually give a brief chuckle from surprise, though you are also somewhat embarrassed. “now what the hell are you doing?”

“let me savor my meal before i eat it.” his warm breaths tickle your inner thighs as he speaks.

“ugh, don’t turn me off.”

“that’s funny, because i seem to have an easy time getting you wet.” to prove it, his fingers press into the seat of your underwear to feel the wetness that’s seeped into them; you sigh from the brief pleasure his fingers’ movements afford you before he pulls them away.

jungkook drags your panties down next, his lips trailing down your lower abdomen and across the curls of hair covering your pubic mound. your body fills with anticipation at the gradual pace of his actions and the purposeful, wet caresses of his mouth.

when he uses his thumbs to press your lower lips apart and expose you more fully to him, you have half a mind to be self-conscious about it until he places his mouth on you in earnest.

jungkook eats like someone who hasn’t done so in a while and doesn’t know when he’ll get to do it again. his mouth sucks at your clit like he’s desperate for you to come, tongue rolling over the swollen nub in an unrelenting pattern that has your stomach tensing, and you quickly realize you do have to try to silence yourself even if you know it won’t wake veronica up. you twist your hands into the sleeves of your sweater and lean your head back on the couch’s armrest as you arch your hips up closer to jungkook’s face, uncaring about how vulnerable you feel completely offering yourself up to him like this; right now, all you want is to feel good.

“gonna come quick again? maybe we can set a new record?” jungkook pins your knee against the couch with his elbow to keep your legs open as he slides two fingers inside, diving straight in instead of working you up this time. your body breaks out in a sweat and you know you really won’t last long once he does this, the tips of his fingers aiming for that dreadful, wonderful, and overpowering place inside you. you don’t know how people do this—you feel like you’re going to die when he stimulates that spot, and all you want to do is scream even though you can’t.

“a r-record? fuck off…” you choke out, though you begin to rock your hips into the rhythm of his fingers, needing so badly for him to take you over the edge again.

he chuckles. “i don’t think you want me to fuck off right now.”

you have no words for a good comeback when he buries his head between your legs and slurps at your pussy again and crooks his fingers repeatedly to where your orgasm is unexpectedly rushing down upon you, causing your body to tense as you gasp and stifle any sounds that escape with your sweater sleeve.

jungkook doesn’t stop there and you don’t really expect him to, because you’re beginning to learn he isn’t a one-and-done type of man. he keeps sucking and stroking you right into another releasewhile you push the beanie off his head, fist your fingers into his strands, and tremble over the sight of his pitch-black mess of hair between your thighs. something about the visual is so appealing to you.

after he has made you come for the third time, you watch him sit up on his knees to reach into his shorts and pull his dick out, his darkened tip slick with precum. his long hair falls into his face as he glances downward, using the hand he’d been fingering you with to lube himself up with your cum.

“come here,” you tell him, your voice coming out sharper than you intended; but he doesn’t care, because he follows your request without a word and presses himself into your side. the couch is just big enough to accommodate both of you in this position, but it’s still a tight fit, and your bodies are once again tangled together.

“let me touch you,” you say, your palm pressed to his stomach, feeling the firmness of the muscle.

he raises his eyebrows, like you didn’t even need to ask. “of course.”

“no, i mean…” he realizes what you actually mean as you brush his hand away from his shaft and wrap your fingers around it instead.

“should i teach you how?” jungkook brings his hand to overlap yours, though his breath becomes a bit strained when you slide your hand to the base of his cock and back to the tip again, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the sensitive head. seeing your fingers around him turns him on more than he thought it could, and it’s just a simple fucking handjob.

you roll your eyes. “stroking a dickshouldn’t be that hard.”

“everyone likes it differently, though. fast, slow, soft, or rough…just the tip, or the whole shaft.” you can’t deny that—or the way you find yourself throbbing at his words, his voice husky from the pleasure. which is why you let jungkook close his hand more fully around yours and guide your movements.

it’s captivating to observe his reactions from your hand on his skin—the heavy breaths he lets out and the soft moans and even softer whimpers that come in between the exhales. whenever you squeeze his shaft more firmly or rub your thumb against his leaking tip, you find yourself grinning at the rise and fall of his chest and the tongue that darts out of his mouth to lick at his lips. but mostly, your eyes are drawn back to the sight of your hand working him over, his thighs and stomach tensing sporadically.

eventually, you both look away from your joined hands and at each other’s faces. your eyes dart to his lips and back to his gaze again, and you shift your face forward to signal your desire for a kiss. he meets you there by pressing his lips to yours, and it isn’t hard for him to get lost in the meeting of your mouths and the heat from your palm on his shaft.

your free hand returns to his soft hair to tug on it as your tongues slide against each other. he grunts at the burn of his roots being pulled but doesn’t stop you; on the contrary, his body responds favorably as more precum swells from his tip and his nipples poke against the material of his shirt.

“do you like that, jungkook?” you mumble against his mouth.

“you know i do.” at some point, his hand falls away and he lets you stroke him on your own.

jungkook gives a shuddering moan into your mouth when he climaxes minutes later, thick streams of his cum shooting onto his shirt and dripping down your hand. he tries to keep quiet and doesn’t entirely succeed, but it doesn’t much matter.

you squeeze the few remaining drops of cum from his cockhead, trying to make sure you don’t grip hard enough to actually hurt him. you pull your sticky hand away from jungkook when you think he’s finally emptied, but he grabs your wrist and you look at him questioningly. you watch with shocked eyes as jungkook brings your hand up and takes your messy fingers into his mouth, sucking his cum from them. you know instinctively it isn’t the first time he’s done this—not with the look of pure satisfaction on his features as he licks his own seed off your fingers.

his enthusiastic pleasure is part of the reason why you accept when jungkook gives you a crushing kiss, passing his cum from his tongue to yours. you don’t know what you expected it to taste like, but it isn’t gross like you’ve heard others complain about when sharing their sex tales; despite being salty, the overall taste is neutral. still, it takes some getting used to.

when you pull away from each other, noses brushing and lips wet from each other’s spit, you look into his dark brown eyes and get the sudden desire to say something that’s been buried in the back of your mind for days now.

“why did you come straight to me that night?” you whisper. “like you already knew who you were there for.”

jungkook stares back, his lips curving up slightly. “i just wanted to. or i wanted you, more specifically.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“well, it’s my answer.”

“was i another one to knock off your list?”

“you think i have a list?”

“i’m not stupid. it’s not unusual for guys to have a list. plus, plenty of rumors go around.”

jungkook taps his fingers underneath your chin and kisses you on the lips again, though it is brief. “stop believing everything you hear.”

you clearly won’t be getting a straight answer from him tonight. with the moment broken, you sigh and begin pulling your bottoms back on. “…whatever you say, dude.” once you’re dressed, you climb over his body to get off the couch. you poke him in the chest as your eyes roam over him in his disheveled state, his shorts pulled down and his cum staining his black shirt. “might wanna clean yourself up, huh? i’m going to sleep. and, yeah…thanks for the distraction.”

TUESDAY, NOV 7

with the weather being as cold as it is and heading toward winter in another month or so, lorelai is surprised by how quickly the bodies began to smell.

she doesn’t know much of anything about bodily decomposition—because, to her parents’ disappointment, she wasn’t about to be a biology major and have to be around cadavers in a dissection lab—but if this were a movie or something, she would’ve thought it would take longer than just one day. the smell started to hit her the saturday after the party.

but ultimately, this isn’t a movie, and the fact that she’s trapped in a decrepit house in some remote part of town is her present reality.

she doesn’t remember anything about how she got to this house; she thinks she must have been concussed before she was brought here. her head has been hurting badly for days, and not even the simple relief of a painkiller is available.

what she does know is that she’s being kept in a dirty living room on an equally dirty mattress, her hands and legs tied by rope and zip-ties. if there were any miniscule chance of her escaping, it would be impossible to go anywhere considering both her ankles are broken, only adding to the amount of physical pain she’s been in for days.

the living room is mostly empty except for the bodies of some other students from the party, which have been scattered around the room. lorelai tries not to look at them—especially not at the ones she knows—but it’s difficult. they become even more terrifying to her when night falls, turning into dark, rotting shadows in the corners of the room. there has been nothing but the company of these corpses for days, and a couple of visits from the killer.

he's never once taken off his wolf mask or his gloves, and every other part of his body stays covered in all black. she doesn’t have the first idea of what he looks like underneath it all. he has spoken to her a few times, but the voice isn’t one she recognizes. his words when she first awoke inside this house still knock around in her mind, filling her with dread.

he’d crouched in front of her, watching her move around on the mattress and try to orient herself. he had the casual air of someone observing a flipped-up bug struggle on the sidewalk before crushing it underfoot. “you aren’t y/n, but you’ll do for now. we’ll have some real fun later on. you’ll help me give her a good scare.”

“how the fuck do you know y/n?” lorelai had struggled against her restraints, but this only made her newly broken ankles hurt worse. tears began to fall from her eyes from the pain and fear.

the killer had said nothing to that—only tilted his head curiously and stared at her, which was unnerving even if she couldn’t see his eyes.

“you have no fucking reason to go after her, she’s not even a virgin anymore you dumb fuck—” with those words, the killer had backhanded her, sending her already injured head into a fresh wave of agony.

“things would’ve been different if not for that fucking party. you students think you’re so fucking clever, yeah? and look how you paid for it.” it was impossible to see any facial expression, but his body language spoke of anger. “no matter, though. virgin or not, i’ll see this through to the end.”

now it’s yet another morning, and he has returned. he has a lot of debris in his hands—stuff like sticks and dry moss and foliage. he’s also carrying a small bag, the contents of it a mystery. everything he does causes alarm for lorelai, but now confusion joins in.

“ready to have some fun?” he asks. with duct tape over her mouth, she can’t answer back. she watches as he arranges the debris on the ground in front of her, her anxiety mounting as he takes a lighter out of his pocket and sets fire to the foliage.

leaning forward, he rips part of the duct tape away from her mouth with his gloved hand, causing her face to sting. “got anything to say?”

“wh-what the fuck are you doing?”

“i’m gonna stoke a nice fire here…get this knife hot enough to hurt.” he brings out his knife then, and lorelai shrinks away from the blade as he drags the flat of it across her throat—but there’s nowhere else to go, as she’s sitting up against the wall. “then i’ll just cut this pretty little body up a bit. the finishing touch…i think i’ll slice your throat open. how does that sound?” he takes the knife away from her neck to hold the blade over the flames.

lorelai’s breath hitches, and her stomach begins to physically hurt from the outpouring of anxiety flowing through her. she starts to sob, trying to speak through the tears and snot and drool. the only question she can muster up is, “wh-why?”

“this is for y/n—remember? i hope that concussion hasn’t fucked with your memory.” the killer watches the reflection of the flames on the blade as it grows hotter. “and…i’m doing someone a favor.” he doesn’t wait for her to speak again before putting the duct tape back in place over her mouth, leaving her to cry to herself and face her rising distress as he heats the knife until it’s burning hot. internally, she wishes there was any way in the world to get out of this situation.

it isn’t much longer before he’s finished. lorelai screams as he approaches her with the knife, and then at the feeling of the red-hot blade scorching her skin, though the sounds are stifled by the duct tape.

“now, be still while i fix you up.”

WEDNESDAY, NOV 8

you go outside that afternoon to check the mail and have an excuse to get out of the house; it doesn’t matter if it’s only for a few moments. you’re not used to staying cooped up in one place for so long with absolutely nothing to do, and you feel like you’re not too far off from going mad with cabin fever. it hasn’t even been a week since everything happened.

you open the mailbox, and there are the usual bills along with something strange: a blank envelope with no return address. even your sister’s address isn’t written on it. flipping it over, you see that the envelope was never sealed. someone must’ve just come up and put it inside the mailbox. but who the hell would do that, and for what reason? whenever any of your neighbors have something to give you or your sister, they come straight up to the house to do it.

inside the envelope is a set of polaroids. their content makes you drop the rest of the mail. your legs grow weak, and you end up sitting down hard on the end of the driveway, some of the polaroids slipping from your hands. the pictures show the bodies of some of the students from your university, their corpses posed in odd positions and some bare of clothing—all dead.

you struggle to breathe as you frantically flip through the rest of the pictures. in the center of all the group photos is lorelai, her neck torn open and her wrists and ankles tied. she’s still dressed the way she was the night of the party, though her dress is stained with dark brown blood. there are open cuts all over her bare skin, their appearance rough-looking and uneven as if they’ve been cauterized.

there are several group polaroids, several of lorelai alone, and several angles of the outside of a house, which must be the same one the bodies are being kept in. one photo of lorelai slips out of your shaking hands, and you see there’s barely legible handwriting on the back of it, which reads, “this is just the teaser, y/n.”

you scream and don’t stop screaming until jungkook comes running out of the house holding the baseball bat, as if the killer might’ve gotten bold enough to attack in daylight. a couple of your neighbors peek out of their houses and make their way over with concern on their faces once they see you sitting on the ground, your exclamations ringing through the street.

there’s a disarrayed group of people around you grabbing at your shoulders and asking what’s wrong, what happened, and then gasps and exclamations of shock when they see the polaroids. you feel yourself being pulled to your feet and then lifted up—maybe it’s jungkook, because it smells like him—but you’re too disoriented to make proper sense of anything right now. you can only think of how much time has been wasted, and how little time lorelai actually had left.

SUNDAY, NOV 12

in the main lobby of the funeral home, you sit in a chair next to camille, staring into empty space while the other girl tries to cry as quietly as she can. she cries as if she’s ashamed of it, and you wish you could comfort her, but you don’t know what to say or do. for the past few days, you’ve mostly just felt numb.

you’re waiting for veronica to come back out so you can leave, as she’d stayed behind after the service to talk to lorelai’s family for a little longer.

lorelai’s family had opted to have her cremated after seeing the state of her body. a lot of other families did the same after the events of cherry bomb, not even wanting to entertain the idea of a closed-casket funeral. you can understand their feelings about it if you push through the haze in your mind to consider it for long enough. though the morticians have done the best they can over the past week, sometimes knowing that your loved one has multiple stab wounds and eviscerated organs beneath all the makeup and fancy clothing is too much to handle.

when veronica finally comes out, the three of you walk outside to join the rest of the people who’ve started getting in their cars. some still linger in small huddles, shaking their heads and wiping their faces.

jungkook, who’d driven you and veronica to the memorial, waits outside for you all, leaning on the side of the building. you both thought it was probably better for him not to attend the service considering lorelai was never fond of him and he didn’t know her that well.

“is it finished?” he asks.

“it is.” veronica sighs. “god, funerals are so damn…bleak.”

you notice a man waving at your group from the other side of the parking lot and realize it’s camille’s dad. her posture straightens when she catches sight of him, and she hurriedly tries to wipe the rest of her tears before shoving her tissue into her pocket. “i-i think my dad is waiting for me. i…i’ll see you guys later, alright?”

“okay, camille.” the strange absence of emotion that you’ve been trapped in for the past few days suddenly cracks open when you notice camille’s anxious demeanor as she speed-walks away from the rest of you. intense sorrow overtakes you; you don’t want her to leave, but she has to go.

you are crying before you fully understand what’s happening. veronica puts her arms around you and squeezes you against the side of her body. jungkook reaches a thumb up to wipe away your tears, though you don’t let him get very far before turning your head away and into veronica’s shoulder.

“y/n…”

“how am i supposed to go on?” you exclaim, catching the attention of a few people nearby. “the police said maybe she’s just staying with friends. and now look. plus, the killer knows where me and my sister live now…maybe he always knew.”

“we don’t even have a clue who the killer is…” jungkook mumbles. “there’s no one you know of who might have a grudge against you?”

“no, jungkook. the police already gave me all that questioning. and it doesn’t help me feel any better to think maybe all these deaths are somehow my fault.” you scoff.

“y/n, nothing’s your fault because some freak decided to go around killing people; that was his decision.” jungkook argues.

you nod slightly to his words but say nothing else, not wanting to go further into that topic. you don’t know if you can believe him about that.

the parking lot is emptying out now, so you try to pull yourself together so the three of you can leave. “well…you don’t need to keep staying with us if you don’t want to. we have those assigned bodyguards now, so…” you glance in the direction of one other car sitting beside jungkook’s—inside it are two men the police force appointed after the polaroids of the bodies were planted in your sister’s mailbox.

jungkook looks at you as if he’s trying to gauge your expression; he himself looks surprised, though he attempts to play it off. veronica glances between you both, recognizing the awkward shift in the air.

“you don’t want me there anymore? i mean it is your house—” he glances at veronica “—so that’s fine with me if—"

“what? i didn’t say i don’t want you there, neither did veronica, it’s just if you don’t want to be there—"

“i never said i didn’t want to be there, though?”

you both become quiet, jungkook looking at you and you returning his gaze for a few seconds before looking off to the side. veronica is still standing between you both like she’d rather be anywhere else on earth.

“i just figured that maybe…” why are you being so concerned about me? isn’t this the part where we go our separate ways? is what you really want to ask. you have seen and learned enough from your friends’ and even your acquaintances’ experiences to realize that any other one night stand would not have cared so much. that’s how these things go, right? but he isn’t really a one night stand anymore, either.

you don’t even know if you’re considered friends with benefits, but what would that change? you’d still seen others tossed aside without much thought by their FWBs while in times of need. considering his history, you don’t understand why jungkook isn’t following the same template now, and you don’t think you should ask why for fear of breaking the illusion.

fed up with your own confusion, you decide now isn’t the time to lament on your lack of knowledge about these things. “nevermind. that’s fine. so you’ll stay?”

the corner of his mouth lifts in a brief smile. “i’ll stay as long as you won’t try to kick me out.”

you aren’t in the mood to attempt to smile back, but he seems to understand that. “right, well...good.”

“…now that you two have figured that shit out, can we leave?”

FRIDAY, NOV 17

jungkook thought that getting outside a bit more would help you feel better and prevent you from developing a complete fear of leaving the house, which is why you’re sitting in this claustrophobic little diner now with him, yoongi, and camille—and of course, your ever-present bodyguards in the booth behind you all. but this outing isn’t doing anything to mitigate your fears.

nearly 10 minutes in, you have to ask jungkook to switch seats with you so you’re not on the outside of the booth, as you’re afraid that it’s too easy-access if anyone—say, the killer, though you’ve been trying not to think so obsessively about him—were to come in and start stabbing you to death right where you sit. being on the inside calms you for a little while until you become anxious about the window beside you; what if he has a gun again and simply shoots through the glass? all he’d have to do is stand on the sidewalk and aim, his werewolf mask laughing at you with its eternally frozen growling expression, and your brains would be all over the table just like that frat guy’s.

your meal sits half-eaten as you get increasingly lost in your anxieties. the others are talking about something, but you can’t hear what. it’s like some of your senses have shut down or begun working incorrectly. the strawberry sauce in camille’s sundae looks too much like blood and even smells like it from the occasional whiffs you get, and you find yourself staring at the sundae dish and wanting to throw it across the restaurant.

jungkook’s hand touches you on the back, and the tension in your body increases. he feels it and draws away, though he keeps trying to meet your eyes. “are you okay?” he whispers.

“why ask that? she obviously isn’t,” yoongi says, like he’s annoyed with the obviousness of jungkook’s question.

“hyung, i’m just trying to help.”

“it was your great idea to come out here when she didn’t want to, though.”

“y/n—” camille starts.

“can’t you throw that out? it smells like blood.” your mouth feels useless and hard to maneuver, but you manage to say those words.

“what?”

“the…that. that thing.” everyone looks at camille’s melting sundae. yoongi raises his eyebrows.

“blood?”

“do you mean it—looks like blood?” jungkook suggests.

you raise your voice in irritation, not understanding how everyone else is unable to perceive the same scent that you do. “no, i-it does, but it smells like blood too! just get rid of it!”

one of the waitresses comes over to the table. “is everything okay over here?”

“um, we’re fine! i’m finished with this though.” camille hurriedly hands the sundae off to her, trying to keep the situation calm.

“oh, well—the rest of you too? that’ll be it, then?” she gathers everyone’s plates and leaves with a smile that attempts to be cordial but is still colored with unease.

her departure leaves a stiff silence in which you all spare glances at each other but try to avoid directly meeting eyes. camille is the first to break it.

“i’ll ask my dad if i can stay over with you,” she suggests. she suddenly sounds much more tired. jungkook’s eyebrows furrow slightly at her words; yoongi silently glances at the younger man. “just, you know…maybe the extra company would help? he’s been treating me like a kid again, but we should be safe with the bodyguards there, so…”

“you don’t have to do that,” you say, though you’re too exhausted to truly argue.

“you’re in shambles, y/n. and it’s not just for your benefit. i’m feeling pretty fucking alone right now, and it’s hard for my dad to understand the emotional side of it, so…” camille plays with her fingers and doesn’t look at anyone as she speaks; you know talking about her father can be a sore spot for her sometimes. “uh, anyway. not to trauma-dump or anything. just let me do this.”

you sigh. “fine…okay. do whatever you have to. can we just leave?”

as you’re all walking outside, jungkook pulls you aside.

“i still worry about you after that incident at the store, you know?” he admits.

you shrug his hand off your arm and glare at him. “you think i’m crazy.”

“i don’t. i just want you to be able to relax and not feel like you’re being hunted 24/7. i don’t think the killer is constantly waiting around the nearest corner for you, y/n.”

“you don’t know how close the killer could be. he knows where i go to sleep at night. so stop the bullshit, jungkook.”

“you’ll be okay. you have me, remember? i protected you that night…i can do it again.”

you examine his face for a long moment and find that you are too overwhelmed with stress and fear to be moved by his words. “i’d like to trust you…but the killer might just murder you too. then who’ll save me?” you don’t wait for his response before walking away to catch up with the other two.

LYING IN WAIT...

it’s strange to see the police bodyguards in veronica’s driveway and backyard everyday. it’s not the same two all day—they switch off so that there are two doing a day shift and two doing a night shift.

the security team at the hospital where your sister works is aware of the situation, so you try not to get too worried about her safety when she’s away from the house—but it’s difficult.

there have been no more kills connected to your university since lorelai. it seems like half the town has forgotten their fears and tried to go back to some sense of normalcy while the other half still hides away and lives in perpetual panic, including you. the former group of people has started muddying the waters for the police, with some teenagers getting brave enough to sneak around in wolf masks and vandalize buildings with red-lettered virgin graffiti just to fuck with the cops. there have even been a few people who turned themselves in claiming to be the killer—only their supposed confessions never matched the details of the case.

reporters have tried to hound lorelai’s family and your family several times for any speculations or answers on the killer’s identity, but none of you are willing to spread misinformation just to give them something to write about. however, that hasn’t stopped other residents of your town from sharing their speculations and even implicating their own relatives or neighbors—whether as a fucked-up joke or as genuine revenge just depends on whoever’s speaking. with all of these false leads, the police are still no closer to finding the killer than they’d initially been.

everyday feels like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, though the chances of any more kills are starting to seem improbable; the university is practically empty. but it doesn’t matter to you if the school is nearly deserted, because the killer has his aims set on you now, and you only wish you knew why.

up in your room, you and camille sit on your bed gazing out the window—the window that must always remain locked now, for fear of unwanted ingress. you’ve never been uncomfortable in your sister’s house, but lately you’ve been feeling like you’re boxed in with every wall pressing towards you.

sitting up from your lying-down position, you have to find the appropriate words for a moment before speaking. “camille—i can’t stop feeling like maybe we aren’t entirely safe,” you murmur.

camille raises her eyebrows. “why not? those guys stay outside all day, and we keep everything locked up day and night. literally, the only time the front door opens is for veronica to leave and come back from work everyday.”

“i don’t know. there’s no particular reason for it…it just seems like we’re waiting for something.”

“…yeah? for the killer to be caught.”

“but he’s made no moves recently. you remember the policeman’s daughter, right? i even texted her and she hasn’t heard anything new that we don’t already know. seems like things have slowed down at the police station. it’s not like that abandoned house was in the killer’s name or anything, so what leads would they have?”

camille frowns and rubs her eyes like something’s in them, but when she looks at you directly, you see her eyes are red from unshed tears. “…i want things to be okay, though. i’m tired of living like this. you know how i had to beg just to get my dad to let me leave the house. he’s constantly on edge.” you feel even more unsettled to see camille so distressed lately, as she’s always been the only one able to pull something funny out of a terrible situation—something enough to distract you from the horrors. “all i know is they’ll have to dig his ass out of some hole in the ground at some point. he can’t hide in this town forever.”

“yeah…i guess you’re right.” you still don’t feel reassured, but you don’t voice your doubts.

WEDNESDAY, NOV 22

“i think i might go mad,” camille says from her position on the armchair, her limbs splayed haphazardly across it and one hand stuck in a bag of chips.

you sigh. “you’re the one who wanted to watch this thanksgiving movie marathon.”

“the most mid holiday of the season,” jungkook adds.

“no one cares what either of you think, thanks.” it isn’t long before the program is over and the ending credits are rolling. with an exaggerated exhale, camille gets up from the chair and crunches the bag of chips in her hand. “i’m going to your room, y/n. you two just do whatever it is you do down here, since you hate my movie choices so much!”

“means we can finally turn the channel.” jungkook snatches the remote off the coffee table and does just that.

camille goes into the kitchen to throw out the chip bag and wash her hands. your focus returns to the TV. a few seconds later, you hear the upstairs flooring creak above the noise of the water pouring from the tap.

“what’s up, sis? i thought you were sleeping.” veronica is known to be a deep sleeper, so it’s not common for her to be getting up in the middle of the night. there’s no answer to your question. you glance upstairs, but your sister isn’t standing there; she isn’t standing at all, instead being carried by someone wearing an all-too familiar mask.

you scream as the killer tosses your sister over the stair railing. her torso has been sliced open from collarbone to navel, her body leaving a large splatter of blood on the floor where she lands. jungkook jumps to his feet but is momentarily immobilized as he gazes at your sister’s body crumpled on the floor. you slide off the couch and crawl over to her, still crying out, but there’s no life left to try and salvage.

the screaming brings camille rushing to the kitchen doorway. she can barely vocalize what’s wrong? before spotting veronica’s body and stopping in her tracks. in a moment that feels like it takes forever to pass, the killer pulls a gun from his waistband—you recognize it as one of the guns the policemen carry and realize he must’ve killed the bodyguard posted in the backyard—and shoots her in the chest twice.

“camille!” when you go over to where she’s lying on the ground, she is still alive but bleeding intensely and struggling to breathe. your knees slip in the blood that begins pooling around her. “shit, camille…p-please don’t die…” you press your hand against the wounds, but they’re bleeding so much that your efforts don’t help, and the pressure of your hand causes her more pain.

there’s the sound of a gunshot at the front door as the lock is blown off, and the door is banged open a few seconds later by the remaining bodyguard. he has virtually no time to fire off another shot before the killer is shooting him in the head first.

the killer throws the gun aside, taking his knife in his other hand and making his way down the stairs. “your sister left her window cracked open. i waited for days for a slip-up like that. see how much harm can come from a simple mistake? well, she was collateral damage anyway.”

even in your panic, it’s as if all your bodily functions freeze when you recognize the familiarity of the killer’s voice. camille reacts with a rattling gasp, but her body is becoming too weak for her to utter anything; all she can do is watch as the man stops at the bottom of the stairs and pulls his mask off.

“yoongi…” your voice breaks as you try to speak again, but nothing coherent comes out.

he drops the mask on the floor and brushes a hand through his hair. “i guess you weren’t expecting that. good. we kept it up ‘til the end.”

your lips form around the word we, but your vocal cords won’t cooperate. you twist around to look at jungkook, who is still standing by the couch.

the man who you’d gotten too close to for your own good and done so many firsts with, who’d promised you that he’d protect you and was even there for you on the day of lorelai’s memorial, looks at you now with eyes glowing from the thrill as his mouth twitches into a smile—small at first but growing into a full grin. “i almost can’t believe we staged all that shit and it actually worked. you really believed it all, y/n.

not all of those kills were hyung’s, of course...there’s no way i’d miss out on the best parts. you don’t know what it’s like until you kill a person for the first time. crashing cherry bomb was his idea, though. and lorelai was mine. that bitch would’ve kept you away from me, and i needed her gone for this kill to work.”

through tears, you finally muster up the strength to ask, “wh-why have you done this? that night…y-you mean to tell me none of that was real? being shot at—why would you—” your voice rises until you’re shouting. “you-you’ve killed so many people. what was the purpose?!”

jungkook’s smile fades somewhat as he pretends to think about it, acting like he’s reminiscing on wistful memories. “i realized that killing and fucking aren’t that different, y/n. the real ecstasy of it is in taking someone pure…and doing something to them that has never been done before, and can never be done again. there’s a certain eroticism in killing someone, stabbing them, entering them…it’s like sex in the most profane sense.”

“you’re disgusting,” you mutter, glaring at him through your tears. you can’t help but feel shame to think of the times you’d had sex with him. had he simply been imagining murdering you during those moments? it makes you want to throw up.

yoongi steps closer until he’s right in front of you and camille. “and as for me…i just enjoy it. practice really does make perfect. you wouldn’t believe how entertaining it can be to see someone beg for their life.” his lips turn upwards in a dark smile resembling jungkook’s. “but instead of raging at us, i think you have bigger matters to be concerned with.” yoongi gestures his knife hand to camille, and when you look down at her body, you realize she’s no longer moving.

you lift camille’s head up with your hands as if that could make her return your gaze, though you can find no sign of breathing or pulse. “god, no…” you scream in frustration, your hands slipping in her blood. you check once more and again for any signs of life, because there is just no possible way this could’ve happened, but there are none present. “please—i’m sorry…”

“time’s up.” yoongi grabs your arm and yanks you away from camille, jostling you to try to get you on your feet. you flail around in his grip, fruitlessly scratching at his arms that are covered by his thick jacket, before managing to elbow him in the groin with your frantic movements. “shit!” this causes him to loosen his grip, which is enough for you to scramble away from him, slipping in the blood as you go.

you make it to the other side of the room where the officer lies facedown—though there isn’t much left of his face from yoongi’s shot. you snatch the gun from the dead officer’s hand and point it in the direction of both men. the safety is already off; all you’d have to do is pull the trigger and kill either one of them right now. before you can act, yoongi uses his free hand to pull another gun from his waistband—his own.

“as i said before, i know how to take care of myself,” he says, flicking the safety off and aiming for you, though his stance shows he’s still in pain. “please don’t assume it’ll be that easy. do you even know how to shoot a gun?”

you and yoongi are at an impasse as you both point your guns at each other, jungkook looking on with casual amusement coloring his face. “fuck you,” you spit out. you remain hesitant to fire on him, knowing that even if you succeed, he could fatally shoot you at the same time.

“let’s not do it this way,” yoongi says, his voice low and soft in an attempt to be persuasive, though you just find it disturbing. “you were supposed to be a clean kill. a few stabs and it’d all be over. i’ll even let jungkook do it, since you seem to like each other so much. do you really want to be shot down like a dog like camille over there?”

“you and him can both fry in hell!” you shout.

yoongi glances over at jungkook. they both nod before yoongi hands the knife to him, and the younger man takes a few steps in your direction. you don’t know whether to point the gun at him or keep it trained on yoongi; your head is pounding with a headache that you’ve only just realized you have. “don’t come over here. stay away from me!”

you press your back to the wall as jungkook comes closer, inching towards your right side with his knife at the ready. you slide away from him as you keep your back against the wall. “hand it over, y/n. it doesn’t have to be like this.”

“hand it over and let you kill me? are you insane? you lied to me this whole time, you fucking piece of shit.”

jungkook scoffs and looks at yoongi as if to say can you believe this? “why wouldn’t i lie to you? you were always meant to die.”

he won’t stop coming towards you, and you’re running out of room to slide away from him. you grasp for anything to try to reason with him, though you know it’s futile. “you realize that if you kill me now and you conveniently survive, everyone will know it’s you? you’ve been living here for weeks, you jackass!”

“hyung and i have that covered. it’s not for you to worry about, considering you won’t be worrying about anything soon.”

jungkook lunges for you with the knife, thinking he can catch you off guard and overpower you. you scream and pull the trigger in your frenzied state of mind, shooting yoongi. the next few things seem to happen almost simultaneously:

you hear the crash of yoongi’s body hitting the TV stand and the TV falling to the floor.

you feel jungkook’s knife piercing your shoulder, causing you to fire a stray round into the wall from the unexpected burst of pain.

you hear another gunshot that’s not from you; you see and feel jungkook stumble into you, the knife sliding from his fingers and to the floor.

you realize that he’s been shot when his hand flies to the bullet wound on his lower back; he’d been standing in front of you, and yoongi meant to hit you, not him.

“jungkook!” yoongi’s shout is furious and regretful as he steadies himself on the TV stand.

trying to push the pain into the back of your mind, you clumsily grasp jungkook’s fallen knife and run for the stairs. more shots follow you and most of them miss but one, which strikes you in the thigh. while you cling to the stair railing and try to regain your footing, you are suddenly staring mortality in the face and understanding with a freezing-cold clarity that you will die right now if you don’t do something.

your nervous system vibrates with fear and adrenaline as you tighten your grip on the police officer’s gun and shoot yoongi with it twice—in the same area he’d shot camille.

these last two bullets finish him off immediately. you don’t think it’s fair, with how camille suffered and bled and died in your arms. for a moment, you’re so outraged that you wish he’d come back to life so that you could kill him again. you’re torn from these thoughts by jungkook.

“you bitch…he was my only family after everyone else threw me away. do you understand? i’ll fucking kill you!” jungkook is nearly writhing in the ground from his upset and from the hurt of his injury; it frightens you that this same man is someone you once thought you could grow fond of.

you aim the gun for jungkook next, but the chamber is empty. either way, he currently has no weapon, which leaves you with a small chance to get away before he re-arms himself. throwing the gun away, you stagger up the rest of the steps while his screams continue echoing up to you.

you give no thought to the blood trail you’re leaving behind as you rush to veronica’s room and to the window yoongi had entered through. you begin squeezing yourself through, keeping your grip on your knife all the while, but your injuries make it difficult to move. a few more tears slip out as you try to balance your injured leg on the tree branch beneath the window, and the desperation of wanting to give up clings to you.

you hear jungkook’s heavy and limping footsteps coming up the stairs, and you attempt to hurry, but you’re only halfway out of the window. when he crashes into the room, it’s unnervingly easy for him to grab your arm and yank your body back through the window, uncaring of how you get scraped up in the process.

he jams you up against the nightstand with one of the kitchen knives to your neck to stop your movements; his harsh maneuver causes the objects on the nightstand to rattle. the nightstand’s edge digs into the backs of your thighs, the pressure causing your wounded thigh to hurt more.

“you want to know why i picked you?” jungkook hisses, the knife’s blade stinging your throat as it begins to break skin. “you were just another choice out of many, but i decided you’d be the first one that i’d fuck and kill.”

it’s painful to hear, but it angers you at the same time. “fuck you!” in your rage, you spit in his eyes. jungkook jerks back and the knife shifts from its previous position at your neck; you take those few seconds to grasp the alarm clock off the nightstand and crash it against his head.

“shit—!” he cries out, stumbling and grasping the side of his head. he tries to grab for you again, but you jump onto the bed and crawl away from him, your stomach lurching at all of veronica’s blood soaked into the sheets. you spot a small decorative glass bowl on the dresser—the one filled with little candies that you’d always teased veronica for, saying she was so much like a grandma handing out treats to her grandchildren. when your feet touch the ground again, you clasp your hand around it like it’s a lifeline and fling it at jungkook’s head as hard as you can, just as he makes it around the bed to your side. the shards cut his face when it breaks, slowing him down further as he grabs his slashed and bleeding face. one of his eyes is blinded from the blood and glass.

this will probably be your only chance while he’s struggling to gather himself. you rush towards him with the knife handle tight in both of your hands and drive the blade into the middle of his chest, putting all your strength into that movement—just as his own knife impales your abdomen.

you are both simultaneously struck from the shock of being stabbed, and it takes you a few long moments to piece your mind back together as the pain radiates throughout your body. jungkook groans when you shift the knife around in his wound as you pull it out, letting his blood flow out freely. his breaths become wet and rattling as he chokes on his own blood, the red fluid staining his mouth and dripping down to his neck. he jams his knife further into your wound in retaliation so that the handle is flush against your body, causing your head to spin.

“i-if i die, i’m taking you w-with me.” jungkook gasps with his remaining effort. his body starts to sag from its standing position as he weakens, his hand slipping from the knife handle. he loosely grasps the comforter with one hand as he collapses to his knees, his torso becoming soaked with blood and his head bleeding from your earlier hits.

you drop your knife and lean against the bed too, shifting your body to find a position that could lessen the pain, but it’s impossible with a knife lodged in your abdomen. you know enough to understand that you’ll bleed out faster if you remove it, though, so you resist the urge. “you can rot in hell alone, jungkook.” you watch him struggle for what feels like minutes before his breaths stop altogether and his body slumps to the floor. he is just a blur of clothes and blood through your tears. you’ve never felt so lonely in your life.

you have a thought to call 911, but you’re becoming more and more lightheaded from the blood loss, and you can already hear sirens approaching on your street. you figure one of your neighbors must’ve called after hearing the gunshots; perhaps the bodyguard sent for backup before he was shot. your rescue has come much later than you would’ve preferred—or maybe everything just happened much faster than it seemed. you can’t tell anymore.

you can’t tell anymore, and you no longer want to look at the carnage around you, and nothing makes any sense. so, you close your eyes to it all; and when you feel someone lifting you in their arms—this sensation is so familiar—and maneuvering you onto a stretcher, you allow yourself to relent to it and empty your mind of everything.

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🌙 ❜ ─ Cum

A/n: ahhhh tysm for 100🫶🏼 this took me longer than it was supposed too. Someone please send a request idk what to right I’m running out of ideas. Also 1,000 notes on my last post???? You all are angels!

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Wc: 1.1k

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Warnings: please tell me if I miss anything, praise, big dicks,cum on stomach, mentions of marking, coming inside, cum eating,coming on your ass, coming on tits, cum on face, oral, face sitting, Dacryphilia, coming untouched, cowgirl, begging (Mentioned).

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Genre: smut, smut with no plot

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Bangchan ༉‧₊˚✧ + stomach

This man is going to play it safe all the way! You can’t convince me he’s going to cum inside you even if he does have a condom on. Does mind that he doesn’t get to cum inside though he loves how your body looks with his cum on it.

Chan slips into you letting out a guttural moan from your tight walls. You buried your head farther into the pillows at his length stretching you out so deliciously. His actions make you feel like your on cloud nine. That’s not counting his lips muttering pretty praises about how you were made for him and how well your taking his thick cock. He loves the way you deliciously squeeze around him every time he does a particularly deep thrust, hitting your sweet spot just right. You let out a particularly loud moan. Probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. That’s when Chan knows your close your walls pulsating around his hard cock. He angels his hips deeper the final thrust sending you over the edge. He produces more shallow thrusts to help you ride out your orgasm, before he feels himself getting closer. With that he pulls out using his big hand to finish jerking himself off and letting out a few low groans before coming on your stomach. He eventually leans back after coming down from his high to look at his artwork. You following quickly behind him as he comes down from his high.

Lee know ༉‧₊˚✧ + inside you

This man 100% comes inside because he feels like he’s marking you making sure everyone else knows your taken. However he still will make sure your taking birth control. Also just enjoys the feeling of your raw walls.

His grip around your waist is almost to tight, almost. On the contrary It distracts you from the feeling of lee know bullying his fat cock all the way inside your tight gummy walls. He goes in inch by inch making sure you have time to adjust to his size. It was also quite hard for Lee know not to just bottom out inside you and start moving incredibly fast. Soon, it becomes increasingly hard to hold back. He doesn’t have to worry though because you finally have his whole length inside you. He starts moving at a extremely slow pace, almost teasing himself at the temptation. He finally gives in when you whimper a small “ more please”. He immediately starts thrusting at an almost ungodly pace if he wasn’t so needy he feels the way your walls clench around him. He’s so needy for you. He knew he couldn’t last more than a couple more second at the way your walls suck him in. He feels the snap in his gut before all his fluids come out come out and paint your walls.

Changbin༉‧₊˚✧ + ass

Mainly loves to cum on your ass because he loves doggy style and it’s the easiest after he pulls out but he also loves it because he feels like he just marked you. He also most definitely an ass man. Definitely takes a finger and tastes it after because he says it taste better on you.

The squelch’s of your pussy taking changbin in over and over again could be heard from throughout the whole house with how loud your wet n’ needy pussy was. You couldn’t care less, too lost in pleasure to notice any of your surrounding only focusing on changbin drilling his big dick into you. Changbin couldn’t get ahold of his surroundings either only wanting you to reach that orgasm you have been craving ever since he started prepping you to take him. Changbin leans down into your shoulder whispering a small praise into your ear. He knows the effect he has on you by the way you clench around him at the praise. You let out a high pitched moan when he hits your sweet spot followed by a string of curses. Changbin can also feel himself getting closer every time his flushed tip hits your sweet spot. He position changes again so he can bring both of you to an high. You slowly your high creeping up on you. Changbin thrusts a few more times before pulling out and coming on your ass. You following closely behind the cum leaking out of your abused cunt.

Hyunjin ༉‧₊˚✧ + face

Please give this man a blow job. Please. It’s going to give him the release he’s been wanting for so long. Will definitely tug your head down when he’s close. Will make you rub your pussy for him while your giving him a blowjob too.

Mean is what is was. Mean. You couldn’t believe your usually sweet and loving Hyunjin was treating you do rough, like a fucktoy. Though you can’t deny it did get you much wetter than intended: Hyunjin new this too, he knew by the way your hand snaked down to touch yourself when giving him a blow job. Hyunjin was enjoying this much more than he was willing to admit. The way your plush lips wrapped around his length. Giving kitten licks to lap up the pre cum seeping from his flushed tip. He couldn’t take anymore of your teasing, but when he knew you would look so much prettier chocking around his cock, tip hitting the back of your throat every thrust. He was right of course. The way tears streamed down your cheeks at hyunjins bulging cock. Hyunjin couldn’t lie he got off on seeing your puffy under eyes and flushed cheeks. Mouth occupied with Hyunjins length you had to find another way to release the ache in between your legs. Speeding up your fingers around your clit wanting to cum before Hyunjin. You moan around his cock vibrations bringing him closer to the edge than before. Soon you couldn’t handle it anymore as soon as you tip yourself over the edge the pornographic moan leaving your mouth fuels Hyunjin more than before Releasing his thick cum into your mouth before pulling out. You of course swallow it at Hyunjins command.

Han ༉‧₊˚✧ + tits

Pretty sure I’ve said this before but, this man is obsessed with your tits. If you give him a boob job he’ll be a changed man. Ride this man like your life depends on it. Cowgirl is probably his favorite position because he does no work and gets to touch your tits.

Bliss is the only word that could describe the feeling Han was having in the moment. The way your hips would quickly move up before slamming back down quickly on the base of his cock. Not only that but the way your tits bounced in front of hand face has him in a trance. His hands holding onto your hips,nails digging into your hips leaving crescent moon shapes. It was to much for him, he knew if you kept going he would reach his high quicker than he wanted to. Soon however, your thighs started burning from the work you had put in whine leaving your lips indicating you wanted Han to take over. He barely registered the whine coming out of your mouth, but he was to lazy to take on a few words come out of his lips egging you on until you both reached your highs. Now more than ever you wanted to reach your high, mainly so you could finally relax but also because you could feel your orgasm right on the tips of your fingers. Han uses his hands moving them from your hips to your breasts squeezing them tightly. One particular hard thrust sends you over the edge. You quickly pull off Han’s cock before using your hand to quickly finish him off, cum squirting up in between your plump tits Han has a thigh grip on. A Loud growl escapes Hans lips as he reaches his high.

Felix ༉‧₊˚✧ + anywhere

He ends up coming in whatever position hes in, weather that be your mouth,stomach, or even the sheets as he grinds into them. Mostly ends up with him coming untouched though because he’s busy eating you out. Definitely embarrassed after.

Felix couldn’t tell if it was plain or pleasure. Maybe both. The way his cock was twitching for release almost made him move his hands from his right grip on your thighs to touch his leaking cock but he resists as you grind your soaking cunt onto his nose. Nudging against your sensitive clit. Felix could swear he could cum untouched with the way you moan every time his tongue darts into your clit, or the way your hands grip tighter into his hair when he forces you down more for another taste of your sweet juices. He could spend his entire life between your thighs before getting board if he could ever get board. Another moan leaves your lips contributing to the noise in the room along with the squelch’s coming from your wet pussy and Felix’s pink tounge. Your juices tasted like heaven to him sweet like candy it made him obsessed. Grinding on his face made you feel the orgasm slowly inching closer to you by the second. Felix’s nose touching your sensitive clit on last time before your high is reached. The moans of you coming undone made Felix’s cock twitch more than he hoped it would. Using one hand too aggressively jerk himself off he reaches his high right behind you.

Seungmin ༉‧₊˚✧ + inside you

For some reason I can see him having a breeding kink. Even if he doesn’t realize that he likes coming inside you at first he’s going to cum inside you every time after he find out what it feels like.

Thankful is what Seungmin was after he found out how pleasurable it was to cum inside your pussy. It all started a few weeks ago when he was too lost in pleasure to realize how close he ways to finishing inside you. “ s-so close” the words whimpers out of his lips many times. He didn’t realize until after that he had came inside you. At first worried, but then relaxed when he felt your convulsing walls sucking him in for pleasure. He knew he couldn’t get enough. Overstimulated you for hours just to feel the way your walls would get more desperate for him each time. Now he was at it again thrusting his hips into your as you sit ontology of him, hands on his should but still lost with your eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out. Fast and deep thrust make both of you insanely close. Seungmin hips hitting yours and his cock plunging in and out of you, the sounds filling up the room could be in a porno the way you both sounded. Moans however bought both of you closer before Seungmin was able to hurry himself deep inside you before spilling his seed inside you painting your walls white.

I.N ༉‧₊˚✧ + ass

I fully believe he loves Doggy style. Mostly because it doesn’t take a lot of work but also because when he pulls out he gets to see his cum drip from his flushed tip onto your plush cheeks.

He couldn’t believe he didn’t start taking you like this sooner. The way your ass would stick up into the air had him in shambles. The way your ass would bounce every time he did a particularly hard thrust. It was killing him because of how good it was. The way your head was hurried into pillows, the way you were begging for him to speed up. He brings his hand down to your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail before lifting your head up so he could hear your moans better than before. Hearing them lit up something in his core willing him to grant your beg for more. Also trying to please himself at the same time. He lets go of your hair and moves your legs so he could get deeper than before, if even possible. Hard, aggressive thrusts, make the bed shake against the wall slamming into it many times. He could feel himself about to burst, holding back until you reached your high. Luckily seconds after you cum around his flushed cock. Pulling him self off not needing to use his hand before he comes on your red flushed ass.

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Pinky Promise 3

Part 1

Part 2

Word count: 2K

Pairings: Jake Seresin X Reader

A/N: Round 3 of Pink Promise! I have a few more I want to put out, but if you have something you want to see in them let me know! It's been a lot of fun writing these. Thanks for reading!!

The two of you were sitting around Jake’s house eating takeout Chinese food. Some old movie was playing on the TV. For some reason Jake preferred the classics but you found them to be incredibly boring. It was often you found yourself in this same position, sprawled out on his couch, sitting in a comfortable silence as you watched another movie you couldn’t retell the plot of.

Which is why in that moment you chose to say, “I got into medical school.”

It was nearly comical watching him choke on the spoonful of rice. He sat up and looked over to you, still coughing up those last pieces. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?” The look he gave you was disbelief mixed with something else. Something you hadn’t seen before.

“I don’t think I stuttered.” You took a bite of an egg roll and waited for his mind to catch up.

“Medical school? For doctors?” You couldn’t help but smirk at his choice of questions. “Yes, like for doctors. I thought pilots were supposed to be smart?”

He shook his head and laughed, “When the hell did you have time for that?”

You finished off the egg roll and shrugged your shoulders, “What do you think I do all day while you’re at work?”

This path you took was one you had been on for a while Everyone saw you as the girl who parties, the one who doesn’t care about the outcome of her decisions. But it couldn’t be farther from the truth. And instead of showing people how wrong they were about you, you let them form their very low opinions. Pleasing people was never one of your strong points and a few judgmental comments weren’t going to tear you down.

Jake was clearly still processing things but paused the movie to give you his full attention. What he said next though, nearly made you cry right then and there.

“I am so proud of you, sweetheart. Holy crap you are going to be a doctor.” He got up and pulled you into a tight hug. It was then the look on his face made more sense. It was a look of pride, and one you hadn’t gotten before.

“Tell me all about it. Where are you going? When do you start?” His enthusiasm for this made you feel something that part of you was afraid to feel. This man was slowly becoming your best friend, which is why you pushed down all other feelings. No need to ruin a good thing.

“Well, I decided I wanted to stay close to home and was lucky enough to get into the University of California San Diego. My GPA was a little short of what they wanted, but I killed the interview. Something about your dad dying while fighting for his country tends to pull on heartstrings.”

Jake shook his head, “You did not pull that card.”

You waved a hand at him, “Please. I would be dumb not to. I also threw in about staying close to the base in case anything happened to Bradley. And that I might follow in the family footsteps one day.”

Jake’s head tilted at the last part. “You are not enlisting. I draw the line at that.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Down tiger. All I meant was that I would want to work at a hospital close to base. The one all of you get sent to when something goes wrong.”

Relief was evident as he exhaled. “I don’t think the military could handle you anyway.”

It was true. You were never one to follow orders well. Plus having a third Bradshaw in the Navy would be too much for anyone.

You picked the remote back up and resumed the movie. While Jake thought this was a big deal, you were ready to get back to the movie night. You still had a few months until school started anyway.

The movie had been playing for a few minutes, but you could feel eyes on you every now and then. “Is something the matter?”

You glanced over to the man next to you and watched him shake his head. “Nothing. You just keep surprising me, that’s all.”

“Well, either turn your attention back to this movie or I’m putting something better on. Maybe something made in this decade.” A chuckle graced your ears and a quick, “Yes ma’am.”

It wasn’t until the credits were running that he said, “You better not forget about me when you become a big shot doctor.”

“I don’t think I could forget about you even if I tried.” And it was the truth. That one drunken call has led you to one of the best things in life.

“Pinky promise you won’t.” He had his signature smirk on full display as he held out his pinky for you to shake on. You happily gave him yours, thrilled that the Top Gun pilot has accepted this form of promises.

When he pulled away, he asked, “What made you want to become a doctor?” It was a simple question with a very loaded answer.

“When my mom was sick, it was just me and her most of the time. Bradley was off at the academy, something she wouldn’t tell him but absolutely hated. And I found myself wanting to give her some sort of joy to offset my brother’s choices. I made her a promise that I was going to graduate and get a degree in something. Something that would make a difference. It took a while to figure out what that was, but the look of pride on her face when I said medical school, I only wish I had a photo of that single moment.

“When there were days I questioned if I could do it or if I even still wanted to, I think back to that conversation and all doubts went out the window. There are very few things in life I want more than graduating from med school which is why I worked so hard to even get it.” Jake wiped a tear that I didn’t know had fallen.

“She would’ve been happy that you accomplished a goal while still holding onto yourself. That you had fun while doing it. Not too many people can find that balance which tells me you are going to do amazing. But if you ever need some sort of motivation or a simple distraction from school, you can call me anytime sweetheart.”

And just like that, you knew Jake Seresin was going to be in your life for as long as you could keep him.

After the incident a little while back, your brother made an effort to be more present in your everyday life. Which meant he was currently over at your apartment criticizing how you were making dinner.

“At any point you can either cook yourself or shut up.” Bradley held up his hands in surrender.

“All I’m saying is that you are going to burn the bottom of it if you don’t stir it more often.” You turned around from the food and pointed the utensil in your hand at him. Which just so happened to be a knife.

“Listen here bird boy. My house, my rules which means you can sit your judgmental ass down before I do something you can’t bounce back from. Last I checked you needed all ten fingers to fly.”

Again, he held up his hands and thankfully kept his mouth shut while you finished up. It wasn’t too much longer before you were dishing out food for the two of you and sitting down to eat it like a normal family. The two of you sat in silence while you ate, neither of you knowing what to say.

It was like this most nights. After your mom died Bradley threw himself into his work, leaving you to fend for yourself. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but the two of you grew apart as the years went on, leaving you to call your brother only when you needed help. This is what formed his new picture of you. He only saw you when you were at your worst.

But he was trying and the least you could do was meet him halfway.

“You know how you see me as careless and not at all organized with life?” You watched as your brother sighed and shook his head.

“We have gone over this. That is not how I see you. We just have different goals in life and that’s fine.” You waved him off.

“Right. Well, I am pleased to tell you that I’m not as big as a fuck up as you might think. I start med school in a few months.” Bradley dropped his spoon, sending food splattering on the counter.

You watched his facial expressions, looking or hoping for the one you got the other day from Jake. It wasn’t that you needed the validation from your brother, but it would be nice to see it for once.

“Med school? The school where you go to become a doctor?” You snorted at the similar question Jake had asked.

“What is with pilots and their lack of common sense. Yes, Bradley. The school for doctors.” You grabbed a napkin to wipe up the drops of food while he tried to form words.

“How?” You froze at that single word. It shouldn’t surprise you, the lack of faith this man had in you. But it still stung.

“The same way anyone gets in. Ace a test, get decent grades, and interview well. Not too hard when you think about it.” Which wasn’t exactly true. You had a lot of all-nighters, tears shed at the near impossible dream, and many bumps along the way. But you had to do it.

“Mom and dad would be proud of you.” Your eyes met his and you saw something different in them. It wasn’t the pride you were looking for but sadder. Like the weight of those words cut through him.

“I know. I was always trying to follow in your footsteps, even if I did take a longer path. But you know dad would’ve been ecstatic to see you wear the patch he tried so hard for. And mom, well mom would’ve eventually gotten over her fears of you being a pilot and saw how you were born for this. You know that, right?”

He cleared his throat and focused back on his food. “Anyone else know? It’s a pretty big deal.”

You picked up on the change of topic and said, “Your arch nemesis knows. Besides that, the friend list is pretty scarce these days.”

He slowly nodded his head, “You seem to spend a lot of time with him.”

“He’s a good friend. No need to look too far into it. I know the two of you have your issues, but he’s never given me a reason to question his intentions.”

Bradley hummed in response, but he didn’t fully believe you when it comes to only being friends. He’s seen the way Jake is at work, but with you he was completely different. You might not see it or are trying to ignore it, but he knew better.

“Are you and him still at each other’s throats?” Bradley rolled his eyes, “It’s not my fault he thinks he’s better than everyone else. He’s insufferable.”

You grabbed the finished plates and took them to the sink. “You know what would get under his skin? If you laughed at everything he said. I think that would rile him up good.”

Bradley squinted his eyes at you, “I thought the two of you were friends? Why would you tell me that?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “He is always listening to me complain about you. This way he can do it for once so it’s more even.”

Bradley threw his napkin at you and shook his head, “You’re a jerk, you know that?”

You threw him one of Jake’s signature smirks, “But I’m your jerk.”

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stayteezdreams · 4 months

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A Winter Date

Plot: Chris takes you out on your first official date. But what does he have planned?

Pairing: Bang Chan | Christopher x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A kiss towards the end but thats all~

Words: 1.2k

On the outside, you knew that you appeared calm and collected. But on the inside, you were a nervous mess. You stood by the park, hands behind your back as you looked around, trying to spot Chris. You nervously chewed on the inside of your lip as butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

You had arrived a little early out of nervousness, but took the time you had to settle yourself. It was your first official date with Chris after all, of course you were nervous.

It was an added nerve-inducing bonus that Chris hadn't told you what you would be doing, just where to meet him and to 'dress warm'.

As you checked the time on your phone, you let out a soft sigh. It was about the time you were supposed to meet.

"Hey!"

As hands suddenly grabbed your waist as Chris popped up beside you, you let out an alarmed yelp, causing him to laugh.

You groaned as you spun around, anxiety replaced by amused annoyance as you smacked him on the shoulder, only causing him to laugh more.

"Sorry sorry!" He apologized half-heartedly, repressing a chuckle as you pouted angrily at him.

As his eyes seemed to scan you, you felt your neck grow warm.

He grinned a you, "You look great!"

You smiled abashedly. "Thank you. So... are you going to tell me what it is we're doing?"

You smiled hopefully and he just shook his head with a wide teasing grin.

"Nope!"

Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand and began leading you along the edge of the park.

"Not even a hint?"

He laughed and squeezed your hand before shaking his head, "It's supposed to be a surprise!"

And a surprise it certainly was.

You hunched over almost unnaturally as Chris giggled, holding your hands as you slowly slid out onto the ice.

"I thought you said you liked ice skating?"

"I said I liked it when I was a kid, I haven't done it in ages!"

Slowly standing up straight you let out a slow breath, trying to remind yourself of all the rules and tips you had once learned.

"Good!" Chris complimented as he watched you carefully, sliding over to be by your side. "You'll pick it back up in no time."

You side-eyed him, "One thing."

"What?"

"If I fall, you are't allowed to tell anyone, especially Lee Know or Seungmin."

He giggled as he slid his hand into yours again, "I promise I wont tell a soul."

As time passed, you slowly regained some ability you had once had, as you skated gracefully, all be it slowly, around the rink. Chris never strayed too far from you and was quick to be by your side any time you threatened to lose your balance.

As you rested against the wall, Chris appeared beside you, a grin ever-present on his face. "Having fun?"

You nodded your head, "I was nervous at first, but I'm enjoying it a lot."

"Nervous to skate, or nervous about our date?"

"Well it is our first."

You smiled shyly and he giggled softly as he inched closer to you, you met his eyes and your breath caught in your throat. His eyes slowly scanned over your face, pausing momentarily on your lips before he met your eyes again.

"You're too cute."

You felt your heart skip before you grinned bashfully at him, "Are you teasing me?"

He chuckled "Maybe. Can't I?"

You glared playfully at him before an idea came to mind. Using what confidence you had in the moment, you suddenly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His whole body seemed to freeze as his face donned a surprised reaction.

Giggling, you pushed away from the wall and skated back onto the ice among the various strangers.

Chris watched as you got farther away, his face burning hot as he saw you look back with a playful smile. Shaking his head softly he returned to his senses as he move to skate after you,

"Hey! That's not fair I wasn't ready!"

As you took a long sip of hot chocolate, you felt it's warmth slowly soak through you. You let out a contented sigh as you watched people continue to skate around the ice rink.

You and Chris had spent over an hour skating together, but as the sky grew dark and the cold sank into your bones, you decided to stop.

Glancing over at Chris you felt a small jolt rock through you as you caught him staring at you with an adoring smile. You felt your cheeks warm as you repressed a shy grin.

"What?"

Chris's smile widened as he got caught staring at you and he giggled softly under his breath.

Ever since you kissed him on the cheek, he hadn't been able to stop his heart from fluttering in his chest. He had been trying to psych himself up enough to kiss you the whole evening, and you ended up doing it first.

Suddenly leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, catching you off guard.

When he pulled away he gave you a cheeky grin, "Got you back!"

"Wh- " You gently pushed his shoulder before chuckling, as butterflies rampaged in your stomach.

Reaching over, Chris took your hand in his. As your eyes met, you smiled fondly at each other before Chris let out an almost dramatic sigh.

You tilted your head, "What?"

He shook his head. "I regret having our date this late, now I don't get to spend as much time with you as I want."

"Hmm. I guess you'll just have to ask me out on another date then."

Chris repressed a grin as he nodded his head in thought as he slid closer to you.

He met your eyes and nodded again, "I guess I'll have too." He leaned closer to you before whispering, "Are you free tomorrow?"

You whispered back, "Yes, I am."

He grinned widely at you, making you giggle. As Chris didn't move away from you, you felt the tension growing as his eyes began scanning your face. When his eyes paused on your lips, you swallowed nervously.

"Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, unable to find words. "Mhm"

"Is... is it too soon to kiss you or should I wait for our second date?"

With anyone else you would probably want to move slower. With anyone else you might feel anxious and uncertain. But not with Chris. You had known each other for ages. You fell for each other slowly and sweetly. With anyone else it might be too soon. But not with Chris.

You shook your head softly, "It's not too soon."

Chris inched forward, his nose gently brushing yours as his lips ghosted over yours. "Are you sure?"

You nodded almost unnoticeably. "I'm sure."

Slowly, Chris's lips met yours. It was soft and hesitant for a moment, as the anxious tension of the first kiss melted away. Chris brought his hand up to rest against your cheek as his reservation faded away. He deepened the kiss as your lips molded and moved together naturally.

When he pulled away a few moments later, your eyes met with equally shining happiness. You giggled under your breath as the giddiness of being together washed over you.

Chris pecked a few quick and gentle kisses to your lips as you rested your foreheads together, basking in the mutual joy of your first date.

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animereaderinsertwriter · 1 year

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: bakugou x fem!reader, mdni, smut, group sex, almost crack treated seriously? whatever it's goofy and funny and lewd and doesn't take anything seriously at all so there's that, no beta we die like men

Final Word Count: 3k

Plot summary: Dynamight's agency has a reputation that they earn only once a year- and this year, you're invited!

Excerpt:

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

There were… rumors about pro-hero Dynamight’s agency.

The ominous, omnipotent they said that there were wild parties at Mina Ashido’s place on every second Friday of the week— nothing illegal, sure, but plenty immoral, with everyone drunk and half-dressed and writhing—

Ahem. Right.

Other theys said that Red Riot was having an affair on his wife with his best friend, Dynamight; still others claimed the same of Pinky and Cellophane when Ejirou and Mina’s baby came out with a shock of black hair (nevermind the numerous brands of red hair dye that Red Riot publicly reviewed when he used them to cover up his own naturally jet-black hair). If a body looked hard enough, they might even find tabloid articles about Chargebolt’s drinking problem, Hitoshi Shinsou’s secret life as a rentboy, and Earphone Jack’s moonlight job as a dominatrix. No matter how you sliced it, there was one thing that all the theys agreed on:

As far as the public was concerned, Ground Zero was one giant den of depravity.

Why the theys thought this, it is generally unclear— though it was nonetheless true, if only for one day out of the year. For three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year, the members of Ground Zero behaved impeccably, navigating the world of pro-hero fame with dignity, grace, and humility; as far as anyone could prove, they were all perfectly normal. On the one day of the year that they were not well-behaved, well, no one else was around to see it. They traveled long and far to ensure that fact.

At least, that was the way it was supposed to be. Why the damn fools wanted to change that, Bakugou had no idea.

“It’s because you never participate,” Mina told him one evening, her hand gliding through her husband’s soft hair. “We feel like you’re left out.”

“I do participate,” he huffed, his infernal cheeks burning at just the thought. “Just— by myself.”

That is to say, he liked to watch. The idea of being touched by someone other than himself— by his friends— was entirely too much. There was a certain power in touch of that kind. Bakugou wasn’t interested in giving that up, not even to the men and women he trusted with his life.

“That’s exactly it,” she told him, and Enjirou groaned as she scratched his scalp. “It’s not that any of us mind, but you look— you always look pained. And lonely. Would it be so bad to find somebody you could play with while we’re all… indisposed?”

Bakugou tried not to think of those times. If he did, he’d pop a stiffy right here in the middle of the Kirishima family living room.

“I’m fine like it always is— I don’t see why anything has to change, Mina. Really, just leave it.”

Mina frowned. Perfectly in sync with his wife, Ejirou shifted to look up at Bakugou with dark, pleading eyes.

“C’mon, man,” he said, that reflective gaze piercing Bakugou’s very heart. “Would you be okay with us just looking for someone for you? It won’t need to go any farther than that if you don’t want it to.”

It was a stupid idea. It was monumentally idiodic to even consider saying yes— but Bakugou never could deny his best friend anything.

“It’s three weeks until June,” he said, relenting. “You have until then.”

Mina beamed, and Ejirou gave him a soft smile that made Bakugou feel a little sick and squishy inside.

“Thanks, bro,” Ejirou told him, patting his thigh with a large, warm hand. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure about all that. He was beginning to think he might be in some trouble.

***

They called it the Love Shack.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

“And do what?” you laughed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall, sure, but my tastes run a little more monogamous than that.”

“Well,” said Mina, leaning in conspiratorially as though the both of you weren’t cuddling on her bed while her husband rubbed her feet, “We have a friend who also likes to watch, if you know what I mean. He just— needs something a little… less than the group stuff. He sits in the corner by himself and fucks his hand until he’s nearly raw with it, but keeps on going because he’s just so…”

Mina trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she remembered some unspoken memory. After a moment, she shook her head and snapped out of it.

“He sounds kinda like a loser,” you admitted, cracking a grin.

Mina laughed, and Ejirou chuckled right along with her.

“If only he could hear you now,” Ejirou laughed. “He’d either die of shame or implode the building.”

You frowned.

“You’re not building a convincing case for him, Kirishima-kun.”

Mina rolled her eyes.

“Look, you said you’re in a dry spell?” she asked, and you nodded. “This guy will pop you like a fucking glowstick as many times as you want. He’s freaky good at sex.”

“And how would you know?” you demanded, shoving her lightly. “Apparently he won’t come within three feet of you!”

Things got awfully quiet, and Ejirou Kirishima’s face turned as red as his hair.

“No,” you laughed, but when no one denied it, your jaw went slack. “No!”

“Yes,” Mina replied, poorly stifling a laugh.

Ejirou hid his face in his hands.

“Guys, please,” he begged, but there was no way you were letting him go that easily.

“Oh no no, you’re not getting out of this,” you laughed. “Who is this mystery guy, and how do you know what he’s like in bed?”

“We went to U.A. together,” said Mina, patting her poor husband’s hand. “They had a whirlwind romance senior year, fucked like rabbits the whole time until he finally broke it off because they really, really were better off as friends. Otherwise, it got… obsessive. On both sides.”

You were burning with curiosity.

“Who? Who was it, Mina-chan?”

“You gotta give your answer first,” said Ejirou, propping up on his elbow. “Will you or won’t you?”

Oh, who were you kidding? You were fucking horny all the time, and besides, the suspense was killing you!

“Of course I’ll go—now tell me who it is!”

Mina smirked.

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

You nearly fell off the bed.

“Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that, Mina?”

Your heart was racing. That evil, wicked, acid-slinging she-witch knew you’d had the biggest crush on him forever! Dynamight was the hottest pro-hero working, damn it— you'd have agreed immediately if she'd told you!

“Because you needed to know he’s a loser!” she insisted. “Because he is a loser! A big one, that needs you to keep him from killing himself via orgasm!”

“Mina!”

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Mina!”

And that was how you ended up like this.

The room was cozy, complete with soft vintage furniture and colorful afghans. Somehow, the entire party had managed to fit comfortably into the living room of the quaint, countryside cabin, and you watched on in awe and wonder as everyone kissed and touched and let their instincts lead them as they went.

"Can I touch you, Bakugou-san?" you asked, entranced.

Bakugou, who was currently the color of a freshly-picked cherry, wouldn't even look at you. You tried not to take it personally when he replied in the negative.

All around you, Bakugou's friends were in various states of undress. Hitoshi Shinsou was kissing Mina with a hand up her shirt as Denki Kaminari rubbed his long, bobbing cock against Hitoshi's boxer-clad ass. Ejirou's eyes were closed as Sero Hanta helped him out of his shirt, and Kyoka Jirou was fiddling with the buttons on Sero's ridiculously tight pants. They were all ridiculously, unfairly beautiful— and, unlike Bakugou, they were all sneaking nosy looks at you, curious and perhaps a bit hungry.

In hindsight, it would have been a better idea for you and Bakugou to start alone together in a separate room. That would have allowed the two of you to get to know each other more intimately in a private setting, and surely it would have made him more comfortable, wouldn't it? Well, maybe that would have made it worse. You certainly couldn't imagine trying to take your clothes off in front of him if he was just as unresponsive then as he was now.

Now, though, there were other folks watching— and you didn't see a reason to deprive them of a show.

Slowly, you removed the silky dress separating your itchy, awful lingerie from the open air. Grinning at Mina, who was currently in the process of bending over a couch cushion, you unhooked the clasp of your black lacy bra, baring your breasts to the chill of the room.

"Mira," Sero murmured to Jirou, his eyes fixed on newly-revealed flesh. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Jirou grinned, her eyes shadowed with a thin veil of appreciation.

"She is. If you don't want her, Katsuki, we'll take her— no harm, no foul."

Your cheeks glowed at the compliment, heart racing at the thought.

"Back off," Bakugou snapped. "You fuckers picked her out for me, didn't you?"

Still, he made no move to touch you— but his eyes were now yours, for better or for worse.

"That's right," you agree, voice soothing and even as you smile at him. "I'm afraid I'm reserved for the day."

And just like that, Bakugou turned away, as though ashamed.

This would not do.

Projecting confidence you did not feel, you moved from your spot on the loveseat and onto the floor in front of Bakugou, kneeling sweetly. Crimson eyes watched you, guarded, wary; you placed a hand on top of his, testing the waters, and he allowed you to take it. Gently, you placed the callused palm of it on your cheek. It was warm and a little sweaty against your flesh, and heavy where you held it.

“You have big hands,” you noted, turning slightly to press a kiss to his wrist. “They’re very pretty, too.”

Bakugou grunted, but did not pull away. Allowed this far, you decided to push for more; you pulled away, then pressed kisses to the pads of his fingers, allowing him to become acclimated to your touch. When he still did not resist, you figured it was all or nothing— you wrapped your lips around a long, thick digit and sucked it into your mouth, simulating oral.

“Fuck,” he swore, and you knew you had him.

Slowly, you pulled off of his finger with a wet pop. The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours, the smoky scent of his aftershave enveloping you. Big hands caged your face, holding you still; surprisingly soft lips nudged against your own, and the moment was so tender that you nearly lost yourself in it, forgetting momentarily the larger context of what they were there to do.

A rowdy wolf-whistle made sure that didn’t last, though.

Distracted, you turned to grin at Kaminari— doubtless the guilty wolf-whistler— but sudden pain burned in the form of fingerprints on your jaw, turning your gaze back to meet Bakugou’s.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shivered.

“Yes sir,” you replied, allowing yourself a small smile, and Bakugou grinned in return.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

What came next was more than you had expected. With pro-hero strength, Bakugou lifted you bodily from the floor and sat you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His sweats were soft against your skin, but there was little time to process anything else before his mouth was on your tits, tongue dragging across a peaked nipple. Startled, you moaned, and a large, warm hand squeezed at your hip, pulling you down to feel the hardness growing in his pants. The length of him brushed against your sex as you started grinding, encouraging his erection; the stimulation was muted but perfect as he played with your tits, leaving his mark across bare flesh with lips and tongue and teeth.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and his hands heavy. "I want to fuck you."

"That is what we're here for," you teased, but all laughter left as the thong you were wearing ripped beneath his hands, falling uselessly from your hips.

"Turn around. I want you to watch them with me while I get you off."

You turned your head over your shoulder, following Bakugou's gaze. Mina was spread-eagle on the couch, watching you from upside-down as Shinsou ate her out. Somewhat strangely, his eyes were on you as well. This became something of a trend; you and Bakugou, it seemed, had the attention of the entire room.

"Yeah," you agreed, dismounting his legs in order to turn around. "Yeah, I like that."

When you returned to your seat, facing the rest of the room, Bakugou's thighs were bare. The soft down of his hair tickled the backs of your thighs, which might have made you laugh if something warm and large hadn't brushed your entrance, forcing you to catch your breath. A hand moved to your hip, squeezing the fat of it, and then Bakugou was pushing inside you, filling you with length and girth that you wouldn't previously have credited him with. You felt… fuller than you had expected to be, and the sensation left you moaning at the penetration.

"Mm, fuck yeah," he growled, his lips close to your neck, raising the small hairs there. "Moan for me, baby."

There was a noise behind you, and then damp fingers snuck around your waist and then between your legs, searching for your pleasure. His thick middle finger circled your clit, and almost involuntary, your hips bucked, shifting the long, hard cock inside you at a different angle. You moved again, chasing that feeling, and soon you were riding Bakugou in earnest, fucking yourself on his cock.

In front of you, Ejirou was slowly stretching Sero"s ass, murmuring praise with a smile like sunshine. Sero, whose cock was in Jirou's mouth, made eye contact with you and winked, speaking fragments of Spanish that you couldn't decipher. Across the way, Mina was being spit roasted by Shinsou and Kaminari, who were sucking on each other's tongues as they took their pleasure from her. The whole scene was graphic and lewd and terrible and wonderful, and you couldn't think of anything that was quite so terrific when Bakugou managed to exceed your expectations, prying his lips away from your neck long enough to say,

"Fuck yeah, princess, you're so fucking hot. Lean back, lean back— I'm gonna hold you up and fuck you hard."

Before you could protest, he manhandled you backwards, crushing you against his still-clothed chest. He made good on his promise of fucking you hard— his hips rutted up into yours with strength and purpose, filling you up and stretching you out, forcing himself further inside with every thrust. His finger on your clit was relentless; it was all you could do just to breathe and tremble and shake and take all he had to give.

"You close?" he grunted, never slowing.

"Yeah," you confessed, almost embarrassed by it. "Yeah, m'really close."

"Good." Relief was evident in his voice. "Me too."

In the space of a few strokes more, you found your peak. With Bakugou groaning in your ear, you came hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over your head with the force of a falling oak. Bakugou, not far behind, actually lifted you up and off of his cock before he came, spilling hot seed over both your thighs. Really, it was ridiculous how much he came; looking at the volume he spilled, you almost wanted to feel it inside of you.

In the afterglow, Bakugou was still a beast. Seemingly unbothered by the strength he'd had to exert in the last few minutes, he shifted you bodily until your back was against the loveseat and he was above you, straddling your thighs and kissing your mouth with the hunger of a starving panther. His cock, long and heavy even soft, twitched as you moved your hands up his thighs and to the curve where his hips met his back.

"I want to suck you off," you told him, filterless as you thought of his big, heavy-looking balls in your mouth. "Wanna feel you get hard in my mouth."

"In a minute," he said, taking his shirt off, expression tender "I want to enjoy you for a little while more."

This part— the ravenous hunger followed by strange softness— found you woefully unprepared. Your heart pounded as his hands grew gentle, touching you like a lover would; how could you ever have prepared for such sweet exploration? Even his kisses had lost their bite, and were now soothing and something more than they'd been before.

All around you, the others were reaching their own climaxes. Moans echoed throughout the cabin, but in the here and now, all of that seemed distant, fading. All of a sudden, you were intensely glad that Mina had asked you to come here, to experience this with them— but you were especially glad that it was just you and Bakugou, separate from the rest of them as he gave you his kindness and attention as well as his passion.

Really, you thought as Bakugou lowered his head between your legs, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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underwaterbanshee · 3 months

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So there's this burden of perspective that the Bad Kids struggle with and it's definitely because they live in a genre where nearly all the adults in their lives -- especially at their special school -- are failing them. They have to or there is no plot but the farther I get from high school and college, the more I want to shake teenage and younger protagonists and just go:

None of this shit fucking matters. It is not your job to save the world all the fucking time. Please just phone a fucking adult who loves you.

But again, not the point of the story.

However, the Bad Kids are stuck. They've been stuck saving large groups of people since their freshman year of high school. Fighting Kalvaxisis should not have been their responsibility and yet...

Retrieving the crown of the Nightmare King should not have been their responsibility and yet...

Now they are doing what teenagers are supposed to do -- throwing a stupid, dangerous party -- and then something weird starts going on with a goddess and because they know that adults are unreliable, looking at you, Arthur, large amounts of people are in danger, if they don't act, probably no one will.

And it just isn't fucking fair.

And yet this group of mushroom stompers practically have the same skills and abilities as they do, but they gained them safely, under adult supervision, without incurring near the amount of trauma, and their Completed Rogue Junior Year On A Technicality teammate has the audacity to say groups like the Bad Kids (and probably the Seven if we're being honest) get special treatment?

My head would explode, too.

But I'm glad Sandra Lynn pointed out that high school doesn't really matter. Because it doesn't.

#fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #this is how i meta #i'm just old enough and my high school situation was just weird enough #that there was exactly one university i was allowed to apply to #so the stress in this season makes sense to me #but i also had a reason to do well #and GET OUT #i wish we could have explored more with cassandra before putting her in peril #i thought she was such a cool goddess during season two

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dckweed · 1 year

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hello there my loves..long time no see, huh? i'm randomly back on my vampire bullshit, and may have spent a few hours listening to a spotify playlist that makes me think of elijah railing somone senseless :) youre welcome.

also, i'm going to be making an edit to my pinned post, to include a list of commissions/things i'll write for you guys in return for a small fee.

warnings: minors, DO NOT INTERACT. sexual plot, physical violence mentioned, blood, blood play, kinda rough but also kinda not..elijah just totally loving his person but wanting to go all murdery murdery on your ex for making you bleed (even though he very much enjoyed the aftermath).

im sorry but in my eyes vampire = blood kink w their significant other/mates.

PART ONE

'𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 ' elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

True to his word Elijah drove you home, kissing your cheek sweetly despite the evil glint to his eye as he watched you step out of the car, still fucked out and with his cum still wet on your cunt. He was taking more glee in this than he probably should have, and he wondered if Niklaus would be proud of him for it.

He sat in the driver's seat, car off as he watched you walk your way up to the front door, digging the keys out of your purse. He saw you fidget with the skirt of your dress touching your bottom, he wondered if maybe it was still sore, but he couldn't help but smirk harder knowing it was his hand print that adorned your ass, his cum that still lingered in your pussy, pooling slowly between your legs and seeping out onto your skirt. He felt his cock stiffen again, and fuck he hadn't ever been more turned by the thought of something so.so abhorrently human as claiming someone for his own..loving someone the way that he loved you, so truly to his core.

He watched as you pushed open the door, closing it behind you, and closed his eyes as he listened to you with his hearing.

You walked through the small hallway, noting how oddly quiet the small one story house was, aside from the clacking of your small heels against the hardwood flooring, it was as if everything was oddly still.

"Joshua?" You call out, your voice still a little shaky from earlier and probably combined with nerves. Why you were nervous, you didn't know, Joshua was harmless, he couldn't even kill a cockroach.

You veered off to the hallway that housed the two bedrooms the house held, and noticed the door to your guys' room was oddly closed. "Joshua?" You call out again, finally hearing a shuffle; hushed whispering behind the wood. You turn the knob, curious.

If you were quite honest, it wasn't the fact that you had caught him doing it, it was the fact that you didn't think he had ever had the fucking balls for it, let alone in your own home. You can't help but laugh a little at the sight of him standing in in the middle of the bed, a sheet covering his still hard, slightly less than average sized cock. You couldn't help but to laugh at that too, knowing what you had waiting for you in the car.

"Oh that's fucking hilarious.. would you believe me if I told you I was only here to tell you I've been doing the same thing?" You ask, shit eating smug grin sliding across your lips. "Holy fuck this entire year I've been feeling so bad for being with Elijah more romantically and sexually than we ever were, but this whole time you've been doing this?"

You shake your head stepping farther into the room, headed towards the dresser. You have a luggage bag sitting just next to it for a trip you were supposed to be taking next week to go visit your family, but hadn't yet packed for. You bend down towards it, feeling the skirt of your dress ride up, leaving your bottom on full display.

A choked noise comes from Joshua's throat as you throw open the lid to the case, and pull open your two drawers in the dresser, grabbing handfuls of clothes and tossing them into the open compartment as you did. You hear movement behind you, and someone sidling up behind you before you feel the skirt of your dress being pulled up to your midback.

"What the fuck is this, Y/N?" He asks, his voice calm but you could hear the undertone of intense anger behind it. His hand is on your ass, as if checking to see if it was even real what he was seeing. "Is this a fucking handprint? His handprint?"

You straighten, your dress falling as you look at him in the mirror. "Yeah, Joshua it is..he put it there about thirty minutes ago while he was fucking my brains out face down on his bed, right before he brought me here to get my things." You turn to face him, glancing at the bitch still on the bed that you had paid for. "And a lot more than you've ever done."

The look on his face is almost priceless, and you happily turn back to your bag, tossing in what was left in your drawers and getting it zipped. You start to leave when you feel his hand in your hair, pulling you backwards. "Hold the fuck on, you're not going anywhere you cheating fucking bitch," He says, and you hear the girl gasp.

"Let her go, Joshua!" She says, her voice full of her nervousness. "It's not like we weren't doing the same fucking thing, let her the fu-" She didn't have time to finish her sentence before she started screaming in fear as a blurred mass comes barreling through the bedroom, pushing you gently out of the way before grabbing your offender by the throat and pushing him up against the window on the opposite side of the room.

You can hear him growling, can tell his face has changed in the reflection of the glass and hes glaring your now ex boyfriend directly in the eye, the look on Joshua's face is one of absolute fear and panic. "Elijah stop it!" You yell, and you notice him falter. "He's not worth it, just take me home..i'm done here."

He doesn't move for a moment, his face still contorted with rage although he lets his normal face comeback. He moves his hand off of Joshua's neck and up to his face, gripping his jaw hard enough to turn make his eyes meet his own. "Joshua, i will let this go, but only because she is here. However, you will not reach out and contact her again, nor will you ever put your hands on another woman without their consent. Am I understood?" You see the man nod and Elijah drops him to the ground, where he crumples like tin foil.

"Right, come along now darling.." Elijah says, giving the girl on the bed just the briefest look. You shoot her a thankful smile for a least trying to stop Joshua from whatever he was about to do, he'd never been one to result to that kind of behavior before so it definitely took you by surprise and you were more than thankful that she had stepped in on your behalf. Elijah grabs your bag off the ground where it had fallen, and then tucks you up under his shoulder, leading you out of the room, and ultimately out of the house, though not before you can grab a photo of your sister and brother that had been hanging on the wall in the hallway, one of the only ones you had of you guys together as a family.

The ride to your new home is tense and quiet, though you know that he's not upset with you at all judging by the way his hand still lovingly rests on your thigh as he drives. You reach down and grab it, intertwining your fingers with his, something you loved doing in private and intimate moments alone with him, as you knew it wouldn't be private for long.

Nearly as soon as he had parked the car your blonde, fierce tempered best friend made her way outside, arms crossed over her chest as she watched Elijah help you out of the car before he went to grab your suitcase from the trunk.

"What happened? You smell like..stress.." She says, sniffing at you weirdly as welcomed you with open arms. "Welcome home, finally." She says, not even giving you a moment to answer as she catches her brothers strange look her way.

"Ill tell you later." You mouth, following behind your boyfriend as he heads inside, you ran to catch up with him, leaving your friend behind as he leads you to your now shared bedroom. Elijah sets your luggage off to the side, near the dresser before going over to a small chest on the other side of the room and pouring himself what looked to be a much needed drink. You purse your lips, headed to the connecting bathroom that already held many of your things from your numerous nighs spent here, fixing your hair in the mirror and touching up your lip gloss just the slightest bit before straightening out your outfit and giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

You found your vampire boyfriend seated on the chaise lounge not too far off from the bathroom, his head back, and a half full crystal glass of what appeared to be bourbon in his hand resting on the back of the lounge. You plant yourself firmly on his lap, legs on either side of his and peer down at him, your hands going to play with the bits of soft hair on the nape of his neck. He hums in response, his body relaxing at the feel of your touch.

"'lijah?" You ask, kissing his jaw just the slightest bit, almost as if to tease him. He hums again, his free hand sliding up the bare skin of your thigh to rest on your hip underneath of your dress, pushing the fabric up, almost as if he needed to be touching your skin in any way he possibly could. "I love you.." You whisper, grazing your lips against his as you speak, pressing yourself against his chest.

A noise sparks in the back of his throat as he kisses you back, lips pressed firmly against yours, holding your body in place against his own as he moves his hand from your hip to your lower back, hand splayed across it in an almost possessive way.

You move a hand from the back of his head, letting it trail over his shoulder and across his arm, fingertips ghosting over his hand as you reach for the glass it held, removing it from his grasp before reaching for the side table and setting it down haphazardly enough that the liquid splashes out of the rim.

His now free hand relocates to your thigh, the other traveling it's way up your back, resting on the back of your neck for the briefest of moments before winding up into your hair, clutching at it. Elijah groans after a moment, pulling away from you unexpectedly before yanking his hand from your hair, fingertips coated in blood. "You're bleeding.." He whispers.

You furrow your brow, face scrunching in confusion as you grab his hand, taking in the blood. You hadn't even felt any pain.. "Huh.." You say, shrugging it off. "he must've grabbed my hair hard enough that his nails dug in..i don't remember any pain though.." You feel his entire body tense up underneath of you at the mention of the events that had happened merely half an hour ago, a growl forms in his chest and a dark look passes over his face and you realize that that was definitely the wrong thing to say, you were used to seeing Elijah so composed and mannerly, you didn't even stop to think that he might not have been able to get past something like this so quickly, especially when it was pertaining to you as his significant other.

Quickly, you do the only thing that you can think of in the moment, and use your own fingers to smudge the blood off of his, looking him in the eye as you put them in his mouth. The vampire makes a noise of surprise, though doesn't reject to the experience, and you realize that he's never tastes your blood before, and that while that had always initially terrified you, doing it in this situation brought an arousal out of you that you didn't even think that you could possess.

Elijah sucks your fingers lightly, letting the taste of your crimson blood linger on his tongue, relishing in the delicacy that was your very own life force..for heavens sake he hadn't ever expected you to do that, of all things in that moment, but he'd be a damned liar if he hadn't nearly creamed his own trousers in that moment. There was no better drug in the world to him than blood, and he could officially say that there was no other blood in the world as fine tasting as your own.

You watch eyes wide, bare pussy sopping wet against his trousers as you watch him suck on your fingers, relishing in the taste. The absolute look of pure pleasure on his face was something you'd never quite seen on him before, and if you were being honest, you had definitely just opened a whole new world of pleasures for the both of you..

After a moment Elijah lets your fingers fall from your mouth, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he looks up at you, unable to even fathom words, drunk off what little taste of you he had just had. You see him swallow hard, as if trying to control himself, and without even thinking you press your lips to his in a harsh embrace, needy and desperate, of which he is all too quick to reciprocate.

You moan, hands at the collar of his shirt as you try to unbutton it, though your hands are too shakey and ultimately it's too slow work..without too much effort you pull at his shirt, the buttons flying apart but finally revealing his skin to you as you shove it off of his shoulders. He tugs his arms out, never breaking from you kiss as his hands go back to your body, squeezing and touching every inch of it.

Earlier had merely been foreplay at this point, and while he loved how beautiful your dress was on you, he couldn't stand to look at it anymore, not when he needed you oh so badly in this moment, and so, in similar fashion to your own, he merely tugs at the spot behind your neck, ripping the dress into two before tossing it somewhere off to the side. He kisses you with a hungry, firey passion, damn near growling in pleasure as he brings a harsh smack down upon your bare ass cheek, which had to have still been sore from earlier.

You squeal at the contact, breaking your kiss for merely a second to catch your breath before giggling like a ditz as he stands to his feet with ease, you in his arms, before tossing you into the middle of his large, four poster bed. You land on your back, bouncing against the mattress. Propped up on your elbows you watch as he makes quick work of his trousers and underwear, surprised to see how hard his cock was already as it swings free of it's restraints.

It's almost predatory the way that he climbs up the bed towards you, eyes held on you, unwavering, gives him the predatory aura, and it quite literally suits him. You watch the muscles in his arms move under his skin with each movement he makes, every inch that he comes closer to you, admiring the way his body looked as he stared down at you, ready to pounce on you.

He finally makes his way between your legs, lingering wet kisses up your body as he presses against you, trailing harsh hickies up your neck, before coming to rest on your face. You're breathless a the sensation of his teeth against your skin, and as he brings his face up to yours, you gasp, this wasn't youre usual Elijah, the person staring at you now was 100% vampire. The veins in his face are prominent, and you notice that his grasp is much stronger than normal as he takes hold of your thigh, bringing it up to hook around his waist, cock sliding into your sopping pussy as he does.

You clench around him immediately, a moan coming from deep within you as you throw your head back, instinctively moving your other leg up to wrap around him, not wanting to let him go as you pull him against your body. The pace he sets is damn near brutal, but none the less pleasurable for you as he takes hard, deep strokes in and out of your already quivering cunt, your brain unable to keep with the sensation as you babble out a string of incoherent noises.

He loves you like this, an absolute vulnerable mess under him, and call it the predator in him, but god damn it only spurred him on farther. His cock was hard he could barely feel it, and he knew that like this he could go for hours, although deep in his mind that little voice reminded him that you were still human, and he was already brutally fucking you into his mattress.

"'lijah, i..oh..holy..ohmygod..." Is the string of words that falls from your mouth as he pulls an earth-shattering orgasm from you in barely a few minutes, he growls in response taking your lips against his own harshly once more, using a hand behind your head to lock you in place against him as he splits his tongue between your lips, searching for your own withing the cavern of your mouth.

His pace doesn't falter, and as he brings the hand out from behind your head, once more tainted with your blood, he drags it across the skin of your chest, painting you with the red liquid he so desperately craved. His mouth follows his hand, tongue lapping up every bit of it he could get, groaning so fucking pathetically with pleasure as he does it. The taste of your blood turns him on in such a way that he suddenly realizes he's not going to last too much longer, and with one hand, he braces himself against the mattress, forearm holding his weight next to your head as he uses his other one to slip under your lower back, lifting your hips up into a new position as he continued to drive his cock into you harsher than he ever had before, grinning almost sadistically at you as your panted, barely comprehendable words turn into a river of high pitched squeals, your hands grabbing onto anything they could reach to brace yourself, face almost unreadable from how fucking amazing you were feeling.

Elijah growls, hand gripping on to his bedding as he stares down at you, the taste of your blood still lingering on his taste buds. He needed more, though even in his most animalistic state he knew he couldn't straight up drink from you, too afraid that he would accidentally drain you.

After a few moments more of his continued pace, the bed jolting underneath of you, the vampire rakes his teeth across the skin of your chest, right above your left breast, right above your heart, his teeth sinking in just enough to draw blood to the surface, letting it flow out and smear against his lips, you moan at the sensation, and as you watch hin lick your blood from your skin your pussy clenches hard, drawing out a strangled moan from him as your nails clamp down into the skin of his shoulder blades, drawing blood on your own as you clung to him for dear life, fearing he was going to fuck you through the floor.

You knew what he was holding back from, could feel it in the way he clenched his eyes shut after licking your chest clean, it wasn't enough. You also knew you couldn't take much more of this brutal pounding to your pussy (as much as you do enjoy this unexplored side of him).

Deciding that you trust him enough, you gather your breath, trying to think in a clear pattern before you use both hands to grip the back of his head, pulling at his hair to lift his head up to look at you, staring into his eyes.

"Bite. Me." You say, nodding at him, before losing yourself in a moan again as he yet again shifts your position to your body being damn near folded un half, you scream as you feel the bed give out beneath you and drop to the ground, thr movement somehow sending his cock even deeper inside of you, and God it is a sensation you haven't ever felt before.."Elijah, baby, please..please..please.." you don't even remember what you're begging for, and can barely comprehend the movement of his face to your neck, where he nuzzles it almost lovingly before you feel his teeth sink into the delicate, already bruised skin and start sucking, a sensation that borders on pain and euphoria. the feeling is brief, and you very distinctly hear him shout in ecstasy as his hot cum sprays inside of you, pumping it into you for a minuet or too before he has to stop, both of you overestimated and over-fucked.

His body slumps against yours, both of you relaxing, bodies pressed against each other as you play with his hair, your brain still reeling from the way that he had fucked you, and from the very intimate moment you had just shared with him..

You feel his body start to slump more, and you know he's about to fall asleep, though before he does he makes sure to shift the both of you so that you're spooning, him behind you. Somehow, maneuvering you so that his cock doesn't slip out, he didn't jniw why, but he needed to keep feeling you like that for a while, wanting to feel connected to you in any way now that he had drinken your blood in that way..he had just claimed you for the entire vampire world, that mark would scar, and it's not like most of the vampire population didn't already know..he couldn't ever be too safe though..

"Elijah.." You mumble, eyes closed. You hear him hum behind you, feel his arm tighten around your middle as he tried to pull you closer.."We broke the bed.."

He chuckles behind you, kissing the back of your head before whispering in your ear, "I love you, baby.."

@amournoir :)

#elijah mikaelson x y/n #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson smut #the mikaelsons #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson

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writer-komaru · 1 year

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Hello! I have returned! (I mean I was always here I just haven’t been feeling motivated to write :p)

I write this after completing the newest boss battle in genshin and I am inconsolable. So don’t mind me as I self indulge just a bit. ^^ (Spoilers in tags)

Plot - giving scara a present (confession?)

Genre - fluff to comfort

Song - Eternity ♪ Final Fantasy (guitar cover)

“Follow me!”

“Don’t pull me around like I’m some sort of child! Where are you even taking me, Traveler?”

Scaramouche growled in annoyance. You held his hand tight on your own, running quickly through the dense forest. Despite his words of protest, he made no effort to pull his hand out of your grasp.

“You’ll see when we get there. It’s not much farther away.”

“Hmph.. this better be worth my time.”

After a few more seconds, light began to pour out from an opening ahead of you both. As you and scaramouche finally exited the forest, his eyes widened at the sight before him.

“So… what do you think?”

“It’s….”

The sight of the flower field around you was almost breathtaking. The vibrant colors shone brightly as the sunlight painted the land in a soft, warm glow. The tall lilac-tilted trees around the clearing gave the field a secluded feeling. It was like a small, private place just for the two of you.

“Traveling sure does have its perks, huh?”

You smiled warmly at him. He almost didn’t know what to say.

“I still don’t know why you took me here. Am I supposed to be impressed or something? I’ve seen many different types of environments in my lifetime.”

Your smile turned into a frown.

“Even after I took you all this way to show you something special to me, you still aren’t impressed. Ahh, my heart! It hurts!”

You fall down onto the comfy bed of flowers, clutching your chest dramatically. But, just as you suspected, Scaramouche ran over to you in a panic.

“Are you alright?! Are you hurt?”

He knelt down next to you and examined your body, trying to see if there was any sort of wound on you.

Even though he tried to see all big and bad, he still was such a softie sometimes.

“Hehehe, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m just joking.”

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Why would you joke about something like that?! What if something serious happened to you, huh? Would it still be a joke then?! Ugh… you’re so insufferable sometimes.”

“Yeah yeah…. Whatever you say, Scara.”

As scaramouche crossed his arms dramatically, pouting to himself, you decided it was finally time to prepare for the real reason you asked him to come here with you.

“I’ll be right back, I just need to get some stuff from the forest.”

The brisk fearful expression he gave before turning away again made you second guess yourself.

“Fine. Leave me for all I care.”

You signed, you should have been able to predict he would have reacted like that.

“You can come with me if you want, but it will only be a few minutes.”

Scaramouche paused to look at the ground before reluctantly taking your hand once more.

After walking through the flowers and finding a sturdy-looking tree, you took out a small knife from your back pocket. Scaramouche watched you in confusion as you began sawing off one of the limbs of the tree.

‘How inefficient.’

He mentally scoffed at you.

“Give me that.”

You gave him a confused look before handing him the knife. He approached the tree and with one swift, fluid motion, he sliced the tree limb right off with barely a single sound.

“Thank you, but you didn’t need to do all that.”

“Of course I did. You were barely even making any marks. We would have been here for hours if it wasn’t for me.”

“Hehe, we’ll then thank you for your contribution. Let’s head back now.”

Scaramouche watched you with a puzzled expression as you began to scrape the bark off of a small log you cut out of the branch. But any time your two made eye contact, he would just look away and scoff, saying something along the lines of,

“This is so pointless. Why do we even need to be out in the middle of nowhere if you just want to do some arts and crafts?”

You only chuckled in response.

This went on for hours before you were finally finished. After carving out the main shape, you gathered a few flowers and mixed it with some water in a stream nearby to add color to it.

“Finally you’re finished. Let’s get out of here so I can do something more worth my time-“

Before scaramouche could complete his sentence, you got up and sat down in front of him.

“Huh?”

“I bet you're wondering what this is. Well…”

You looked away out of nervousness, which made him groan.

“If you have something important to say, then spit it out.”

“Okay. Well, I’ve known you for a while now, and as time goes by, I feel like I’m learning more and more about you. And… I know this may not have any meaning to you since you see me as just a lowly worm, but I’m so deeply sorry about everything you’ve been through. I wish there was something I could have done back then, but I can't change the past. I can only change the future. And I want to make you a promise.”

You gently held out the object to Scaramouche, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

“I want to promise you to always be there for you, even when it feels like you’re all alone. To always be there to support you when it feels like the world is turning against you. To always be there to comfort you when you feel as though you will always be alone. Because in reality, you won’t ever be alone anymore. I’ll make sure of it.”

“And, I know this isn’t really much, but I remember you told me about how you were trying to seek this out. So I made one for you. I… hope you like it.”

Scaramouche didn’t know what to say as you placed the wooden gnosis in his hands. This feeling…. This is the first time he has ever felt like this before. And before he knew it, he felt something begin to drip down from his cheeks, creating wet marks on his shorts. You gasped in surprise. You had never seen scaramouche cry ever in your whole time knowing him.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! Did I say something bad? Ah, I knew I shouldn’t have talked about your past.”

You mentally scolded yourself as you gently brushed your thumb over the corners of his eyes. All he could do was stare at you, still in shock.

“I….”

He looked away from you, clutching onto the gnosis tightly, as if scared it would dissolve in his grasp at any second.

His mind began to race.

Why were you so nice to him? Why is he crying? Why can’t he seem to let go of it even though he knows it’s fake? Why are you looking at him with such a soft yet worried expression? Why can’t he manage to say a single word?!

He forced himself to look back into your eyes. Your expression was so warm. It filled his cold, husk of a body up with feelings he’s never even known of before. For his whole life he has felt like a broken toy that’s been tossed away and forgotten, never to be loved ever again. But the more he hangs around you, the more he can feel himself growing to trust, even care for you. No matter how many times he tells himself he shouldn’t, that he will only get his heart broken again, he just can’t stop this feeling deep in his chest.

His shaky hand reached forward and grabbed the collar of your shirt, forcing you forward and into a tight hug. Your body stiffened from the sudden action.

“S-scara?”

“… thank you. Thank you for giving me hope.”

Extra:

“So….. you like the gift?”

You smirked at him as you both began to walk back towards the forest. He looked away out of embarrassment, scoffing at you.

“Like I should tell you, traveler.”

The whole trip back to your house he clung onto not only your hand but also the false gnosis.

Deep down, he always knew that he didn’t need a gnosis to feel complete. He always had you.

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bluegalaxygirl · 6 months

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I'll guide us home (Zosan X Reader)

plot: Zoro gets lost and its up to their daughter to guide him back to the ship.

Warning: Violence, Spiders and Bad language.

Reader is Female, Kuina is 3 years old and has Sanji's eyebrows and blonde hair but your eyes and skin tone. Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

You had left for 5 minutes to get some drinks from the kitchen, thats all it took 5 minutes for Zoro and his 3 year old daughter Kuina to get lost. They were sitting on the deck of the sunny when a butterfly flew over, Kuina watches it and ran after it when it flew away only for Zoro to pick her up to stop her leaving the ship, she begged and pleaded with him to let her get a closer look. How could he say no to her when she gave him that face, she was too cute for words, so he agreed. He was supposed to stop at the forest edge, but he didn't only realizing his mistake when they entered a large open area. Unlike her farther Kuina was happy to explore looking at all the different creatures but taking note of land marks . they made their way through the woods only stopping when her dad stopped in his tracks holding her hand as she looked up at him "Dad?" Kuina asks tilting her head to the side when seeing his eyebrows furrow and breath hitch in his throat. She pokes his side not getting an answer, but he falls to his knees on the floor "Gods there gonna kill me" The swordsman yells out his head in his hands fearing what you and Sanji will do to him "Dad? Who's going to kill you? I'll kick their butts" Kuina yells getting into a fighting stance ready to take anyone on. Zoro sighs and looks at his daughter pulling her into him "I got us lost baby girl, your mum and daddy are gonna kill me for it when we get back" The little blonde girl looks up at her dad seeing the defeated look on his face "We're not lost, i know the way back" His head shoots up at her words "What?" he asks hoping he heard her right "I know the way back, Orange taught me about land marks and maps" The little girl smiles wide referring to Nami.

Zoro hugs his daughter feeling revealed that they might have a small chance of getting back before you or Sanji notices your gone but then again he has no idea how long they've been gone already. The swordsman stands picking his daughter up and placing her on his shoulders "Lead the way" He holds onto her legs and starts walking where she points, stepping through the grass and into the forest he goes to turn the wrong way only for Kuina to pull his hair "Ow, hay" He looks up at her seeing her cheeks puffed out in anger "I said that way, i even pointed dad" The little girl keeps pointing the other way causing the swordsman to sigh and head the right way "Just don't pull on my hair or hit me, ok?" The green haired man asks earning a nod from the girl, his little girl is strong just like her parents but unlike them she doesn't know how to hold back. "See the hollow tree?" Kuina asks pointing at a large grey tree with a giant hole in it, he nods at her heading to it "Once were past it take a right, which is that way" The little girl laughs pointing in the direction they need to go, Zoro chuckles a little making it past the tree and then stopping "Its right, dad" Kuina leans forward over his head trying to see his face, but she stops noticing his eye on the forest in front of them. She looks up through the forest and tilts her head not seeing anything or sensing anything, but she trusted her dad and stayed quiet.

It wasn't here before, he would have sensed it if it was. Zoro had no idea what it was other than it was an animal and it was stalking them, he stayed still and quiet and was happy when his daughter did the same, she learned from a very young age to notice the signs you all give off when danger is around. "Right?" Zoro whispers knowing they need to keep moving, he could sense the creature getting further away, but he still wanted to keep his voice down. Kuina nodded and pointing in the direction they needed to go keeping silent for as long as she could, "There's a large rock up ahead" His daughter leans down to whisper to him getting him to nod "Then what?" he asks looking up at his daughter who thinks for a minute "There should be some flowers nearby, we went past them to get to the rock, so we should head towards them" she smiles down at her dad as they make it to the rock. Zoro stops letting his daughter look around for the flowers but that things nearby and getting closer along with more of the same kind starting to surround them. "Kuina down" The swordsman takes the girl off his shoulders and bends over her pulling out of his sword while his other hand keeps his little girl close. Kuina does as she's told sitting on her knees staying quiet.

The sound around them changes, birds stop singing and the rustling gets louder, fear builds up in the young girl looking around trying to see where it's coming from. Zoro swings his sword up cutting through the creature above him, it squealed as it hit the ground cut in too. Kuina grabs onto her dads leg seeing it's a giant black spider "Stay where you are" Zoro commanded knowing his daughter will be very afraid of these things as he cuts at any of the large spiders around him and getting out his other sword to fight better. The little girl looks up at her dad slashing the things she fears in half, it made her admire him more if thats even possible and the fear she holds starts to fade away, there's no point in being scared if her dad can easily take them down. Noticing this isn't going to be an easy meal the spiders start running off not wanting to die, Kuina smiles wide as Zoro flicks some blood off his sword and puts them back on his hip before looking down at his daughter "That was amazing" Kuina jumps up and hugs the swordsman who holds her close to his chest "Are you ok baby girl?" he asks rubbing her back as she clings to him "Yea but i wanna go home now" She sits in his arm as she starts telling him which way to go "Lets not tell anyone about the spiders ok? I'm already in enough trouble" Zoro asks making his daughter nod.

You took the drinks while Sanji took the food walking out of the kitchen together "So what do you think, you, me and Zoro on a romantic night walk along the beach?" You smile at the cook whose eyes turn into hearts as he sways "Oh my love, you know me so well" You laugh at him soon making it onto the grassy deck of the sunny putting the drinks down on the mast bench you were just sitting on 5 minutes go. "Kuina, Zoro" You call out not seeing them anywhere, you sigh when there's no answer "I have sake and berries" you call out, normally this would get them both running over to you so it worried you when no one answered or showed up "Stop messing around Kuina, your worrying your mother" Sanji laughs putting his arm around your shoulders, but he gulps when no one shows up "This isn't funny" You yell out getting mad but also very worried, you told them not to leave the ship, so they have to be here. "It's ok my love, We'll look for them, you check the training room" Sanji rubs your arm and kisses your cheek trying to stay calm for the both of you before heading off to ask the crew for help locating the swordsman and his daughter. You checked the training room and there was nothing so you headed to the aquarium bar, the library and Observation room before heading back to the main deck. Your heart was pounding while lots of worrying thoughts went through your head, you hoped they were here on the ship.

Sanji runs over to you as you make it down the stairs "Did you find them?" You ask anxiety and worry building up making you feel sick and light-headed "None of the others have seen them" The cook sighs feeling worried too as you grab onto him trying to control your breathing "I told them to stay on the ship but..." you tear up as Sanji pulls you in close rubbing your back "We'll find them" He whispers to you gritting his teeth as not to cry and make the situation worse. The rest of the crew were happy to go out and look for the two each going in different ways and taking a snail phone with them, you wanted to go too along with Sanji but Nami and Chopper stopped you "It's better if you two stay here" the navigator places a hand on your shoulder and takes your hand "But" Sanji tries to protest but Chopper takes his hand "They'll find them and when they do you'll be right here" at the doctors words you look over at Sanji who looks back at you before putting an arm around you and kissing your head "Their right" The cook sighs walking you over with the others to the mast bench and sitting down.

You sat there with Sanji clinging onto him for dear life as your eyes stayed fixed on the snail phone in front of you all, Nami had made sure you two were ok throughout your wait. Your leg bounced out of nervousness as you clung to Sanji's side his arm around you with a cigarette in his mouth. It had been an hour and still nothing so the cook finished his cigarette and threw it while standing up, you snapped out of your own thoughts looking up at him "Sanji?" you ask looking at the ramp leading off the ship hoping he see's something but you don't "i can't wait anymore, i'm going to look" Your about to stand as he walks off but Chopper places a hand on your shoulder and grabs your arm shaking his head at you as Nami runs in front of Sanji to stop him "Going off while your anxious isn't a good idea" The cook stops in front of her anger building up but not towards her "I'm sick of waiting and hearing nothing while by baby girl is out there with a moron" You all jump a little when Sanji yells, Nami composes herself before placing a hand on his shoulder "I can't imagine how your feeling but please just stay here a little longer i'm sure someone will find them soon" Seeing Nami still not getting anywhere you walk up to Sanji and take his arm getting his attention only for the snail phone to go off braking up the the tense moment as you all run over to it while Chopper answers.

The sound of rustling gets Zoro's and Kuina attention stopping in their tracks as someone comes out of the bushes "Nose" Kuina yells out making Usopp turn to see the two he's been looking for "Oh thank gods i found you two, Y/N and Sanji are freaking out" The sniper walks over feeling relived that their both ok while taking out a small snail phone "we didn't mean to worry them" Kuina sighs feeling bad about the situation but Zoro can't help the looming feeling over him. Usopp calls the ship quickly getting through "Did you find them?" You and Sanji both yell through the phone, the sniper groaning in pain while holding the ear closest to the snail, its on loud speaker making it worse "Yea we did, we're heading back now" Usopp answers moving the snail away form him hearing a sigh of relief "Thank you" Your worried voice comes through the phone making Kuina smile along with Zoro, he knew you would be upset but it seems your not too mad, that feeling is quickly disappears though. "Put the moron on the phone now" Sanji yells making Zoro walks over with his head down and hand Kuina off to Usopp taking the phone "Hi mommy, Hi daddy" Kuina calls out after being handed over to the sniper "Hay sweetie you ok?" Your voice comes through making her smile "Yea i'm good" Usopp steps back a little seeing Zoro's face looking grim "I'm glad your ok angel you stay with Usopp ok while i have a privet word with your farther.... Zoro take it off speaker now" Sanji's voice goes from very sweet almost like candy to anger.

Zoro does as he's told and leans against a rock placing the ear piece in and turning the speaker off "It's off, I'm sorry" The swordsman manages to get out before the barrage of insults and loud yelling cause him you flinch and hold his ear shutting his eye closed and gritting his teeth. "You moron, we told you to do one thing, stay on the Fucking ship and what do you do? Not only do you get off the ship like a dumb ass but you took our daughter too. I don't care what shitty excuse you have or if your sorry, when you get back here i'm kicking your ass. Do you have any idea how worried we were? Sitting around for over a fucking hour and having to send the crew out to look for you two. You have a lot of making up to do not only to me an Y/n but the rest of the crew too. Now get your sorry ass back here so i kick your face in" After Sanji's yelling stops he relaxes a little but feels dizzy form all the yelling in his ear "Zoro, please just get back here" You voice sounds sad and like you've been crying, it breaks him and he's willing to take punishment "We're on our way back, i-i'm really sorry and I'll take what ever punishment you give me" The swordsman sighs soon hearing a click and taking the ear piece out "You ok bud?" Usopp asks as the green haired man pushes off the rock and rubs his head "Yea lets just head back"

While Nami and Chopper called the crew to tell them to come back you and Sanji waited on the beach feeling a little calmer now that you knew they were both safe but upon seeing Usopp carrying Kuina out of the woods you burst out crying along with Sanji running over to them "Mummy, Daddy" Kuina yells out letting Usopp put her down, so she can run to you two. You and Sanji fall to your knees and hug her in between you two crying as she smiles and hugs you both back "Don't cry, everything's ok" Your little girls try's to calm you two down but Sanji looks her over taking her face and checking for any scratches or bruises "Daddy i'm fine, i helped guide us home" The little girls smiles as you get up and walk over to Zoro who stops and looks down at the floor "Baby i'm" He goes to say only for you to punch his shoulder, its not hard enough to hurt him though "You don't get to call me that right now, i told you to stay on the ship, why did you leave?" you cry trying to wipe away tears as Zoro looks at you and walks closer "I have no excuse, Im so sorry Y/N" You place your head on his chest and hit his shoulder again still not hard enough to hurt him "I hate you, don't do that again" you cry into his chest gripping into his top as he wraps his arms round you rubbing your back.

Sanji stands up managing to control himself while holding Kuina and walking over to you and Zoro placing a hand on your shoulder getting you to pull away from the green haired man. You take the girl off him hugging her as she hugs back "I'm sorry mommy, it was my fault, i just wanted to see the butterfly and i didn't stop dad when we went into the woods" She tried to defend her farther but you shake your head walking away from Zoro "Come on sweetie lets get you something to eat" you head off along with Usopp "I'll be there soon sweetie" Sanji calls out waiting until their out of sight before grabbing the swordsman's shirt pulling him closer "You are in so much trouble, You have no idea how mad i am at you, you bastard, moron, moss headed idiot" As the cook calls him name after name Zoro just stands there and takes it, normally he would fight back and call the cooks names too, but he knew the pain he caused you and Sanji. He never meant for any of this to happen. Sanji pushes the man away once he's done yelling and sighs pulling out a Cigarette and lighting it "I know i said id kick your ass but i'm too tired" The cook sighs letting out some smoke as he looks up at the sky starting to darken "instead i have other punishments that would fit" Zoro gulps keeping his head down scared to think of what the blonde man has in store for him.

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je-mappelle-sloppy-tomato · 5 months

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Hello! I am conducting a study!!

So, I learned about shifting and have tried it MULTIPLE times, to no avail. I oh-so-desperately want to believe it, though, but I am a very concrete thinker and need PROOF before I can believe something. I am aware there is a CIA document about it, but the reason it was declassified is because there was lack of solid proof. And, as far as i can find, scientists have yet to study this, so I am doing it myself. As I have no firsthand experience, I cannot do the experiment BY myself as of now, though. I Need participants. Specifically, shifters. It’s ok if you haven’t shifted yet—you can still participate if you’re willing to try. The experiment is as follows:

1. Each participant will shift to a reality that is either A. An ongoing series that will have more by the end of this year or an upcoming piece of media that will be released by the end of this year, or B. A reality that is identical to this one aside from the fact that it is farther along in the future.

2. Participants will, if successful, provide me with at least ONE piece of significant knowledge from the reality they shift to—e.g. a large plot twist from a show or a popular news headline from a reality like ours. You may do this through DM.

3. I will record the data I am given from each shifter, and wait to see if it comes true before this year is over. At the end of 2023, supposing I have gathered data by then, I will be concluding the study and releasing the results.

Please, if you’re a shifter (regardless of if you’ve already shifted), help me!!! I want to shift SO bad but I can’t do it without proof, my kind just won’t let me. I need to KNOW. I WANT to know. And, if we manage to prove this, people will take us more seriously!!!! Please, if you want to participate, DM me, and we’ll talk about it! It would seriously mean a lot to me. Thank you so much!!

#shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #quantum jumping #please share #science experiments #science

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starandcloud · 9 months

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Hi!! Is it ok to request a smut pavitr fic(preferably a fluffy smut OR jealous smut. Or anything u want!) I'm crying at the lack of content of him :'DD

Here you are Lovely. It took like 2 weeks to write ;-; The plot changed literally so many times-

So here I present

First times and Butterflies

There she was again.

Looking as beautiful as always, like a little angel

His Little angel.

Pavi watched your lovingly, a dazed out look on his face as he smiled gently. You really were his everything, he loved you so much. You were simply perfect in every way. You could tell him that the sky was purple and he'd believe you and defend your word to the end of the line.

A glint in the air caught his eye, his eyes narrowed as he watched you more closely. What that? It was

The hair pin he had bought you glistened in the sunlight. The silver fit you perfectly, it contrasted your hair perfectly. Just the fact that you were wearing it made his heart flutter and ache as he dumbly smiled and watched you with love-drunk eyes.

"So perfect..."

He mumbled, feeling the butterflies flutter in his stomach when you looked at him. Your smile Your eyes The way your hair laid Just... You...

That's what made him freeze up, and forget to function. Pavi forgot how to breathe How to blink How to do anything but stare at you

You laughed gently and that was it

Pavi's head hit the desk and he hid his face in his arms What else was he supposed to do? Smile back at you? Yeah no, Pavi didn't have that level of confidence.

His cheeks burned as he hid from your gaze.

His actions only brought more laughter from you. You hand gently resting on his head made Pavi's breathe hitch, he was so easy to fluster; and that made you giggle.

'He was adorable'

The bell rang, signaling that school was out of the day. Packing up your things you smiled gently as you listened to Pavi explain something to a friend of his, for probably the bamillionth time. Pavi's patience never ceased to amaze you. How he could be so calm and gentle with things like this, you felt like you were falling even farther into love with him. He was so sweet; it was almost as if he was made of candy. As you stepped out of classroom a crack of thunder made you jump, as you jolted back you bumped into a familiar chest. A gentle, but strong, hand gently held your shoulder making you relax. Another crack of thunder made you jolt back behind him, making him laugh softly before dramatically yelling.

"Don't you worry my fair Y/N! I shall protect you from the thunder!"

His dramatic flair made you laugh softly as his hand gently grabbed yours, his fingers held onto yours tightly. The warmth of his hand made you relax enough to ignore the thunder. You had a love/hate relationship with storms, you loved the sound of rain but the thunder... you couldn't do the thunder. It terrified you to another level, one you just couldn't explain. And Pavi understood that so as you were packing your things, he kept his hand on your back. Rubbing small and loving circles onto your back. Pavi was a Gods sent, he made your life so much brighter and happier and Gods what would you do without him? Standing at the edge of the school you stuck your hand out, heavy rain drops pelted your hand making you frown. However, it wasn't a second later before an umbrella stuck out to cover you. You followed the arm that held it out, only to find Pavi staring at you. A loving gaze had settled on you, making you blush darkly. His hand gently took yours, using some webs to hold the umbrella up, he smiled softly at you. Making you smile gently and lean your head against his shoulder you both stepped out from under the school roof. You and him walked quietly for a few minutes before spotted a small kitten, your heart sank and you stopped walking for a moment. Pulling your jacket off, you carefully approached the kitten. Gentle hands picked the shivering cat up, pressing a gentle kiss to it's head you wrapped it up in your jacket. Softly cooing to the animal you smiled softly as her toes poked out from your jacket, hearing the kitten purr in content you were unaware of how Pavi's eyes raked over your soaked figure. Over your shirt that stuck to your, now, soaked skin and the skirt that clung to your legs. You gently grabbed Pavi's hand and started to lead him towards a home, you didn't even wait for him to climb the stairs before you gently knocked on the door. An elderly woman opened the door and greeted you, your words were hushed but when you returned the kitten was gone. She was comfortably in the house, warming next to the fire with warm milk. In a safe place.

"Do you still want the umbrella?"

Pavi asked as lightning danced across the sky. Cracking behind you, you smiled gently. Your hair clung to itself and your skin as you shook your head.

"No Pavi... I'm already soaked sweetheart."

You said before pulling him into a kiss. The umbrella fell and he held you tight, his hands on your waist as yours hands cupped his face. Both of you getting absolutely soaked, the cold rain drenching your clothes and hair. But neither of you minded, you were to wrapped up in the kiss you didn't notice a car until it rushed by and covered the both of you in dirty water. A playful scream left your lips as you became soaked. Even covered in dirty water you looked so... perfect. The mud covered your side but all Pavi could see was the beauty underneath... The beautiful girl he had loved since preprimary. The beautiful girl who had given him her snack because he didn't have one. The beautiful girl who he had fallen head over heels in love with. So, he kissed you and he didn't stop. He shielded you from the traffic, his back becoming mud and grime covered as he held you close to him. You were his everything, he didn't know what he'd do without you. Pavi would be lost without you, completely and utterly lost.

Shivering slightly, you sat in Pavi's room. His sweater on your as you lay cuddled up under the blankets in his room, your hair was still very much wet but from the shower this time. Not the rain. You watched your boyfriend dry his hair, watching the onyx curls fall you smiled gently. His hair was always so pretty, so luscious and glossy. It honestly made you jealous some days. Watching him pull on a loose grey shirt, you smiled gently as he took your empty cup of chai and disappeared. You heard the pitter-patter of his feet on the floor before they slowly reappeared. Pavi soon joined you under his blankets, pulling you close to his body you smiled gently. His lips softly kissed your temple, your cheek, your nose, your lips. Softly peppering your jaw line he silently searched for any sign to stop. Being given none, he softly pressed a kiss to your neck, you shivered slightly at the foreign feeling and gripped his shirt tightly.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

All you did was cuddle close to him; you didn't want him to stop. It kind of... felt nice. You pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, just like he had, and it earned you a gentle shiver in return. Pavi's lips gently graced your skin, leaving small kisses wherever they fell and making you whimper softly when he gently sucked on the sensitive skin. His name gently fell from your lips making him whine quietly as his fingers dug into your waist. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin and the forming hickies on your skin but, made no move to stop him. His touches were light and loving as they slowly slipped under the sweater and gently pushed the fabric up to reveal your stomach.

"Is this okay?"

Pavi's voice was gentle as he stared into your eyes. His hickory eyes poured into yours, making your heart beat against your ribs, like a wave against the beach. Rhythmic and strong. A small nod was given, as he gently cupped one of your cheeks.

"I need you to tell me this is okay... I don't want to hurt you..."

His concern made you smile and gently pull him into a soft kiss.

"This, is okay"

You spoke gently against his lips as he smiled softly against yours. His kisses were gentle and soft as he softly rubbed circles onto your hips, gods he was perfect. Treating you like glass as he gently pulled away and stared into your eyes.

His hands slid the sweater off and you instinctively covered your chest, making his eyes go wide before slapping his hands over them. What remained of your blush grew into a beautiful red as you hid in the covered.

"Do you want to stop?"

Silence filled the room and you bit your lip.

"No"

Pavitr's hands slowly lowered but he kept his eyes squeezed shut.

"Do you want me to look?"

You gently grabbed one of his hands, you were anxious and embarrassed to not have a bra on. Granted you had taken it off to get it washed but still...

His hand gently squeezed yours and you began to relax. Your anxiety was melting away and you looked up at him, a worried expression etched onto his face. His eyes still shut but, anxiously flicking around under his eyelids. You gently pulled him down and into a kiss. It was soft and enough to make him slowly open his eyes, he stared into yours as the short kiss was broken. His eyes flicked down to the blanket, and you gave a short nod.

Clothes neatly dropped onto the floor, the two of you were under his blanket. The setting sun gently illuminated the room making his skin gently glow. A gentle kiss to your forehead distracted you from the burning stretch from his fingers, gently stretching you. Neither of you really had a clue what you were doing but, had read enough to have a general idea. You whimpered softly at the stretch, and he kissed you gently.

"Does it hurt..?"

A soft voice asked, and you shook your head only for him to look down at you. Concern shot through his eyes as they anxiously flicked around your face, seeing discomfort he offered to stop. That it'd be okay, no one would be upset.

"N-No... It just hurts a little, I'll be okay"

You promised and looked into his eyes, his free hand gently cupped your face. His thumb gently stroked your cheek, making you relax into his touch. He was so loving and kind, it made this moment cherishable. Kissing your forehead, he moved his fingers. Bring gentle moans from you, you leaned your head up and into his shoulder to hide your face. His name tumbled from your lips making him whine himself as he kissed your neck gently.

He held your hand tightly as he pushed into you, his head buried in your neck as he whimpered softly. Quiet moans came from you as you clutched his hand tightly. You buried your face in his shoulder as his hips slowly moved, pushing himself in and out of you. Soft whimpers of pleasure fell from his lips as he pressed shaky kisses to your neck.

"S-So pretty... Yo-You're so pretty..."

He quietly praised as more shaky kisses were pressed to your skin. Pavi held you tight making you bite your lip softly. His praise made you whimper softly and turn to putty. Soft kisses were pressed to your lips, which you happily returned. The kisses were gently and loving as he carefully squeezed your hand, just to make sure you were still real and this wasn't just a dream.

"You're so perfect... S-So pretty and perfect and I-I love you..."

His words made you turn your head away in embarrassment, you didn't see anything that he said you were but then again...

He always saw you through rose tinted glasses, you could do no wrong.

The pleasure that coursed through both of your bodies brought soft moans and whines of pleasure. The two of you were too far into this moment with each other to recognize the sun had set and the moon was high. The pale light painted the room, Pavi's skin glowing in the light as he pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes closed as his hips stuttered, a pleasureful look on his face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. Your vision went white as you came, your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled him close. Whimpers came from you as you babbled out his name and other nonsense.

"I love you I love you IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou"

Pavi babbled as you tightened around him.

With your walls painted white his body relaxed on top of yours, you kept your arms around him as he mumbled out "I love you"s and "So perfect..." Your eyes were struggling to stay open, your body was exhausted and starting to ache ever so slightly. A small whimper came from you as he pulled himself from you, but... he didn't go to far from you. A blanket in his hands he carefully pulled you up and gazed at you with loving eyes.

"Come here... I'll put you in a bubble bath and get you washed up..."

You smiled sleepily and relaxed into him.

The warm water and bubbles relaxed your body. The gentle touches of Pavi coaxed your body into relaxation, making your body meld against his as he scrubbed soap into your hair and hummed softly. You softly hummed in content as warm water washed over your scalp and shoulders, it was lulling you to sleep. The gently feeling of cotton woke you back up, you whined a bit as you rubbed your eyes.

"Shh... Go back to sleep Love, I'm just tucking you in"

Pavi's voice was gentle as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. He sat on the bed, watching your half-awake form. You had slept through the night and it was time for school but... He didn't want you going, especially since today was your gym day. He had read somewhere that after sex the submissive one would be in pain or aching, and he didn't wish that upon you. Especially on a gym day.

"Will you stay with me..?"

Your voice softly asked and Pavi hesitated, he brushed hair from your face and smiled gently at you. Taking in your after-glow and just your overall beauty he found himself nodding.

"Of course, whatever you want..."

He whispered out and held your hand gently, a sleepy smile crossed your lips as you felt his body next to yours. You were gently pulled to his chest and held softly, the rhythmic ba-dump ba-dump of his heartbeat helped you drift back off to sleep.

As Pavi watched you sleep, he smiled gently and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You both were missing school and he was sure to hear about it from his aunt but...

That didn't matter right now, what mattered was that you were happy and safe. He'd be there if you woke up and if you needed anything he'd get it. He'd do anything you asked, regardless of how silly or stupid they may seem, he'd move the heaven's and shape mountains if you asked. So a simple request as "Lay with me?" was so small and simple, he found himself remembering why he loved you so much. You were so sweet and caring... but most of all,

You were his and He was you

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weskersluvrrrrrrrrr · 1 year

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Can you make a nsfw stars Wesker x reader story, where he does Y/n in the laboratory in the mansion after she finds out that he’s a traitor?? This is my first time requesting, sorry if it’s bad.

I low-key love this request but also don't because me no good at make plot

little bit darker than most of my stuff, includes coerced sex (I think this is considered dub con) not sane, safe, and barely consensual

Rough and angrier wesker then I normally write

If any of this makes you uncomfortable please do not read (I could barely write this myself lol)

NSFW, afab reader, no pronouns

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"Stay here, wait for my return. I should be back quickly." We're the last words you heard your captain speak to you, after that he left you in one of the mansions bedrooms before jogging out into the main room of the house. It was boring to sit there and you had assumed you fell asleep, due to waking up what felt like hours later. By time you had awoke you had grown tired of waiting and instead picked up your gun, and started wandering the mansion. The intricate and antique decor of the house, along with the limited light, gave for a spooky vibe. You tried to best to ignore the warnings, nothing could be heard, you hadn't seen anyone yet, and blood was smeared all over the floors and wall. Stumbling around, you found a basement, and inside that basement was a door, glowing light behind it and the faint echo of footsteps. Without hesitation you force open the door, holding up your gun as you do so ready to fire. The person in the room stopped and turned to look at you, scowling for a moment before they had a shocked expression.

"Captain...? What the hell are you doing. And where are Chris and Jill."

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Just what do you think you're doing out of that room."

You step farther into the lab, the door to the room swinging shut behind you. If you had known what was about to happen you would have run back out and gone far, far away from this place.

"You didn't answer my question. Where are Chris and Jill."

"That is none of your concern. Now, why are you here, you were supposed to stay in the room I placed you in." He growls under his breath and you start walking towards him, standing by some messy lab tables and counter tops with failed experiments. The lights don't help illuminate the room very well, the room glowing a faint blue as you squint trying to see the man in front of you.

"It is some of my concern! They we're apart of STARS, same as me! What happened to them Wesker!?" You get up in his face and yell, but cut yourself off. Instead you stared at the red adorning his face. "Blood... what happened down here Wesker...?" Further down, his clothes are torn and tattered, coated with a mixture of his own blood and others.

"That's it, my patience has reached it's end." He slams you onto one of the tables, hovering above you snarling, his glasses slip down, and shows off his glowing, red eyes. You gasp and shake, you've come to a realization.

Albert Wesker isn't human anymore.

His hand immediately shoots to your throat, his other holding your hands above your head easily. The hand on your throat squeezes it, cutting off your airflow quickly and removing your ability to think anymore then you have, to focused about living.

"You should have listened to me. If you did this wouldn't have come to this. I was going to take my sweet time with you too, but I guess what must be done, must be done."

"Wait-!" You claw at his wrist, though it being pointless for his strength. Strength wise your Captain would most likely forever have an edge above you, and it made him grin as he watched you hopelessly attack him. Grabbing and Clawing at his wrist as you desperately tried to plead with him. "Please-! Stop-!"

"Stop? But why should I. Not when I'm having so much fun with you." He loosens his grasp, enough for you to talk easier at least, yet still enough to watch you squirm and heave.

"I-i'll do any-anything. J-just please do-don't kill me-" Squeezing again he thinks over the idea you've proposed.

"Anything, you say..." A devilish grin crossed his face as he stared down at you. "Are you sure about that offer, sweetheart?" His tone was mockingly sweet, jabbing at you for begging so pathetically.

"Y-yes...anything- just- please-" Speaking felt impossible with the way he was squeezing your throat, digging his nails in as well. The pain burned and you felt light headed and once he finally released you the dizziness stayed. It only really went away after you finally got air in your lungs again, gasping and choking as you tried to breathe again.

"That was a foolish offer you made, but I'm happy to take this opportunity to have you for myself." You stare up at him, unresponsive, still trying to catch your breath. The hand trapping your hands let's go and returns to his side. "Stand up and turn around."

"What-"

"You said you would do anything to live, now do as I say or you'll end up on a missing poster." Something you learned from the years of working with Wesker, he made promises, never threats. He stepped away from you and you slowly got up, doing as you were told. Facing away from him, you yelped out in shock as he pushed your head and chest onto the table. "I think I'll have fun breaking you.."

"What- what are you gonna do to me-?"

"Whatever I want, Dearheart."

I'm gonna make a part two to this I just can't motivate myself to get to the actual smut part. THERE WILL BE A SECOND PART. AND I WILL WRITE FUCKIN SMUT.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil #wesker hcs #stars wesker #wesker x you

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The past will come back to haunt you

ღPairing: Seonghwa x Reader (f) ღGenre: enemies to lovers, Modern Wizardry School au ღWord Count: 4,732 ღWarnings: mentions of war, battles, mental warfare, fingering, oral (male receiving), public sex, nipple play, breeding kink (he never gives up okay) m and f orgasm, dom hwa/sub reader, cum eating ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with hella plot now ღSummary: in an attempt to juggle your new teacher life, your new love life, a jealous cook, and an old flame, you find yourself in serious trouble, up to your neck really, and Mingi still wants to shoot his shot too. If only you could go back to only having to deal with dreams... ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, @flurrys-creativity thank you for all beta-ing but also pushing me down this well farther. look what we've done ღPrevious Part| ღAll of the Parts | ღNext Part

You whimpered and Seonghwa chuckled softly into the shell of your ear. “What’s wrong, lover?”

You swallowed loudly. “Nothing is wrong, Seonghwa.”

“Then why the small noises of discontent?” He placed soft kisses down the side of your neck, with the aid of you craning your neck, of course.

“I don’t want to be here!” You said in frustration.

“Don’t want to be here?” He echoed you in a crooning voice. “A little late for that now, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa was right, of course. He was fingerfucking you in the back of your classroom, inside the small office connected to it. You were so goddamn wet that the noise of his fingers moving in and out of you was so loud that it was the reason you were whimpering in the first place. Why he made you feel the way you felt was beyond your capabilities of figuring out but it still frustrated you just as much.

“I could stop, I suppose,” Seonghwa mused out loud.

“Don't you dare,” You hissed immediately and then internally winced. Needy much?

Seonghwa continued as if you hadn't said a thing. “But then again, I am having too much fun.”

Your sweater was pulled up to your chin, your bra also pulled up so that your breasts were bare to the moonlight. Every now and then Seonghwa tweaked your nipple so that you would cry out for him more. Your leg was propped up by the chair that normally your visiting students sat in. Everything was so debauched right now, how could you not be dripping, soaking wet?

“If only your students could see you now,” He spoke as he added a third finger to stretch your inner walls. “I hear you’re quite firm with them; that you’ll only accept a hundred percent from them. The grades are showing too, despite the added graffiti to the public washrooms. They call you the Taskmistress. But I’m seeing none of that right now.”

“Seonghwa,” You said through gritted teeth.

He chuckled again, male-sounding and amused. “Yes, lover?”

“Do you have to talk so much? Can’t you simply--”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence because Seonghwa cupped your breast and was squeezing it gently and made you moan. “Come now, you and I both know that most of this is our back and forth. What fun would it be if I simply fucked you and I didn’t speak a word?”

“I--” You let out an unseemly cry as Seonghwa now worked his thumb into the mix, rubbing your clit in lazy circles as he continued to fuck you with three fingers that you now realized he had added. “Seonghwa,” You groaned from simply feeling so much pleasure from him.

“Are you sure you’re enjoying this?” Seonghwa teased, knowing full well how fucked out you were. “You were much louder and more vocal when we used my pain spell.”

Your hips began to roll with his thrusts, feeling your impending orgasm building. “Puh-please,” You whined.

“Please what, lover?” Seonghwa purred, a habit you were starting to resent because it usually meant he was about to get exactly what he wanted.

“Please, can I come?” You whined in frustration once again.

“What will you give me in return?” His thrusts into you slowed to bargain with you.

“Whatever you want!” You said, mind simply focused on your orgasm.

“Not sure you want to promise me that," Seonghwa warned you. “What if I said I wanted you to give me little, fat babies that could run around the campus?”

"Not this again!" You panted. "Seonghwa, we talked about this. Do you really want to have to replace another teacher?"

Seonghwa responded with no delay. "The students can have a free period. It'll be fine."

"No. I did not take this job with the intention of seducing the director and becoming his pregnant lover. I want to teach our students about dreams. I want it to be useful to them in ways that I never got to explore." And that was the utter truth.

"Fine." But he genuinely sounded disappointed by your flat refusal.

"So?" You whined again.

"Did you really doubt I'd start this without finishing it?" Seonghwa thrusted his fingers into you with a curl to his fingers that began to massage your g-spot.

"Hnnnnnnn!" You groaned, teeth firmly biting into your bottom lip. "I meant--! What else--fuck fuck fuck--do you want?"

As much as you knew Seonghwa enjoyed playing with your body like it was an instrument, he wasn't getting anything out of this clandestine meeting currently.

"Hmmmm," Seonghwa contemplated the offer for real this time. "I should take advantage of your clouded brain to ask for something incredibly intimate."

"Seonghwa!" You whined.

"Take me in your mouth, lover. I only think that's fair, hmmm?" Seonghwa placed soft kisses on the back of your neck, sweaty or not. In between being completely lewd with you, he seemed to hint that he could be quite the thoughtful lover… if you let him, that was. And you were not inclined to allow that.

"Fine fine fine FINE! Just," You let out another whimper, rolling your hips desperately. "Wanna come!"

"My pleasure," He assured you.

He focused solely on fucking you with his fingers, hitting the soft spot inside of you again and again, until you had to bite down on your finger as you came. The scream that threatened to come from your mouth was too loud to be coming from your classroom so late at night. If someone came in to check on you, you would be beyond embarrassed. Not to mention, it would probably give Seonghwa just another reason to lift the veil and reveal to any one that was willing to listen, that he had you wrapped around his fingers--literally and figuratively.

You whined over and over as your climax lapped at your nerves, echoing and making you twitch still. Seonghwa always seemed to have this effect on you. Or at least what you had noticed during the past few times you had let this happen again.

You groaned as you let your leg down after Seonghwa pulled his fingers from within you. You turned around, kneeling on the floor, needing the rest but also preparing for what you were willing to give Seonghwa in return. It, unfortunately, gave you a perfect view of him sucking on each one of his fingers to clean your wetness from them. You watched as he seemed to take great relish in the notion, those dark eyes peering down on you as he did so.

"What did you mean by 'ways you never got to explore’?" Seonghwa adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose habitually, as if your previous conversation had just occurred to him.

You rolled your eyes. “It was on my resume, Director,” You said smartly. “I was in the Intelligence Corps during the War.”

Seonghwa cocked his head curiously. “How is it that we never met?”

It wasn’t the first time he had referenced the civil war before. “Well, I was not involved in any of the physical or metaphysical fighting. Because of my penchant for dreaming, I worked covertly. I dove into the other side’s dreams and pulled imperative information for my side to use.”

Seonghwa hummed in acknowledgement. “I heard about you.”

“And would I have heard about you?” You asked, interest piqued.

Seonghwa grinned and it sent a shiver down your spine. “I was a part of the metaphysical fighting. They sent me in to make a bloody mess of the battlefield. After each successful battle, I went back to collect a Corpse Crow feather. It was my trophy, of sorts."

"The Reaper?" You said in awe.

You couldn't help it. You had heard of the stories of the man that could summon demons like they were his beloved pets. When the legend spread about how he was secretly Death's reaper, the White Magic Army grew more resolute to subdue the Black Magic Rebellion. It was only more proof that any black magic user was simply there to ruin the world.

Seonghwa’s fingers curled under the corner of your jaw to tip your head back to him. "I only fought for our rights. We deserved to be treated as equals."

"I know you get off me submitting to you," You whispered harshly. "Don't pretend otherwise. You seduced me to reduce me to this. A white magic user on her knees for a dark magic user she despised."

Seonghwa smirked. "Don't hate me so much now, hmmm?"

"I don't." You broke your gaze with him. "You're very gentle when you want to be."

"When you'll let me," Seonghwa corrected you softly.

"You're being ridiculous," You shook your head out of his grip. "Are we doing this or not? I have papers to finish grading, that you so rudely interrupted me from doing."

Today it was leather pants that you reached for. His long body was framed with a rather obnoxious red jacket. Seonghwa was the fanciful dresser, but then again, it seemed he relished it as the director. He said nothing as you impatiently yanked his pants down to his thighs to reveal his cock.

"It's going to get messy," Seonghwa warned you. His hand was on the top of your head now, almost cupping the back.

"Don't you like messy?" You grumbled.

"It's an adorable look on you, certainly," Seonghwa said, smiling crookedly.

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't get cute with me. It will do you no good."

"Right," Seonghwa gave a nod, sharp and quick, "You prefer me to be intimidating and arrogant."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm starting now."

"I'm ready for you, lover," Seonghwa purred.

You struggled, genuinely, to get all of Seonghwa inside of your mouth. He was that long. You should have realized it, all those times he had fucked you and hit the end of you, but it didn’t quite have the same effect as taking him in your mouth. After taking him as far into your mouth as you could, you released him with a lewd pop. “Yeah about that blow job…”

Seonghwa cocked his head, “Chickening out already?”

You sent a glare up at him. “Seonghwa.”

He hummed back at you in affirmation. “I'm listening."

"Just…" You breathed in and then out. "I'm letting you be gentle with me. Please."

Seonghwa became serious, his eyes searching yours. "Don't."

You blinked up at him. "What?"

Back came his charming smile. "Nothing. I'll treat you good." Next, Seonghwa rubbed the head of his cock against your lips. "Treat me good too."

You opened your mouth and let him push in. You found yourself flattening your tongue and Seonghwa pulled out. The tip of your tongue ran along the underside of his head before he pushed in again. You slowly began to bob your head along his length.

You focused on the moment, about to close your eyes when Seonghwa’s hand tightened, making your scalp tingle. "Don't you dare close your eyes, lover."

You let out a big breath through your nose and flashed your eyes upwards. "Oh, if looks could kill," Seonghwa chuckled.

You dropped your jaw and changed the angle. You pushed Seonghwa’s sensitive head crudely against the side of your cheek. He swallowed, clenching his jaw in response.

"I wonder, will you be a good little White Magic User and spit? Or will you be my good little dream witch and swallow?"

You leaned back, circling your tongue around the head of his cock. When he tossed his head back, revealing the sharpness of his jaw and the beauty of his neck, you brought your teeth gently down.

Seonghwa sucked in air as a hiss. His lips curled on one side. "Oh, does the little white magic user have teeth?"

You took him swiftly back into your mouth, barely battling down your gag reflex, but managing to get him down your throat. Seonghwa moaned. You hollowed your cheeks, bracing a hand at the base of his shaft, and taking him as deeply and as quickly as you could. Seonghwa’s moans turned into a crescendo of airy cries until he literally shot his seed down your throat.

"Fuck," Seonghwa swore, his plump lips releasing from his teeth.

You released him and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Guess that makes me--"

You made a face and Seonghwa laughed, albeit tiredly. "Mine? No, I'm not sure that applies to you."

You stood up and pulled all your clothes back in place. "I suppose you should go then."

"Professor," Seonghwa winked at you and left in a cloud of his scent.

You fell more than sat into your chair, combing your hand through your hair. What the hell were you doing?

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"I'm going to teach you how to crush up valerian root properly, so that you may induce yourself into a dreamlike state," You said, smiling brightly.

One of your students raised their hand. "Can't we just spell ourselves asleep?"

"You could. But if you spelled yourself asleep, how are you going to spell yourself out of it… if you're asleep?" You raised an eyebrow at them.

The student looked sheepish and you patted their shoulder. "So we go for a more natural remedy and that way we can estimate how long we'll be under and when we'll be able to wake up."

You pulled out a mortar and pedestal and carefully explained how much root for how many hours. The technique for grinding was tedious but any chunks would mess up the estimate of how many hours you'd be sleeping.

A small white rabbit with terrifying pink eyes hopped onto your desk, scaring you. "You may inform your students that classes are done for the day."

You frowned at the talking animal until you realized it was a demon Seonghwa had summoned to deliver a message. "I want you to all be prepared to be grinding these roots tomorrow and if I see any chunks then you're going to be sleeping through the weekend, understood?" You announced crisply.

"Yes Mistress Dreams," Your class intoned and then it was like a zoo for them to get out.

The bunny remained, however. "Can I help you?"

"You're dismissed as well." The bunny twitched its nose and then it was gone.

"Damn arrogant black magic users," You cursed under your breath. You exited your classroom promptly.

"Professor!" Mingi caught up with you quickly, as was his right with his long legs.

"Does he do this a lot?" You wondered.

"Dismiss class all of a sudden?" Mingi thought about it for a moment, "Yeah. But I don't think he does it for the students."

"Oh, certainly not--" You had to bite your tongue. Maybe you shouldn't make scathing comments about the director of the school to another professor. You changed the direction of your sentence, "Why does he do it?"

Mingi rubbed his fingers together, a nervous tick, you had gathered during your first few weeks here. Oddly enough, the soot on his fingers never smeared. "Dunno. He's very hush hush about it. Everything resumes the same the next day. Maybe a dry announcement that love spells are forbidden before All Hallows Eve and it's better if you simply don't get caught doing it."

You let out a noise of disbelief. "Of course. Because the higher evil is getting caught, not doing the love spell itself."

Mingi screwed up his face in concentration, "Not sure I've ever been caught in a love spell. Once, there was this animal whisperer who--"

"Mingi," You stopped his far-fetched story before it got out of hand. "It's a rare day off. I plan on finding a good book to read and enjoying the last of the fall sunshine."

Mingi smiled pleasantly. "That sounds nice. Perhaps--"

"Nope," You cut him off, "Don't even think about it. I do not want to get involved with the faculty." Which was true. You had made that mistake once and you didn't really want to think about what Seonghwa might do if he caught you with another professor.

Mingi shrugged his shoulders, unfazed. "I've got a bottle of Gin that was said to be made by the wee folk if you're ever interested."

You couldn't help but be a little charmed by his confidence never wavering. “Heard, Professor Elements.”

Mingi made a face, “Please, call me Mingi.”

You laughed, waving a hand and taking a separate path to town. You did have a lovely afternoon in the library. The town had a small one albeit stuffed with interesting books that you had never picked up in the big city. You found a café to snack and read until the owner quietly pushed you out, insisting you get some real food from Wooyoung’s pub.

It was an utter surprise for you to come face to face with your old captain. “Hongjoong?”

“Lieutenant,” Hongjoong smiled widely, “To what do I owe this honor of your presence?”

“I work at the school,” You maintained your frown, “The real question is what are you doing here?”

Hongjoong shrugged, “Here? I’m getting dinner.”

“Hongjoong,” You scolded him, “We aren’t in the war anymore, you don’t have to dance around with your words.”

Hongjoong giggled and you followed him into the dining room. “Old habits die hard.”

Hongjoong sat down, a wide stance but he also happened to choose the same table Seonghwa had when you first dined here. Old habits die hard indeed. Two men that were used to guarding their own backs.

“Will you sit with me?” Hongjoong wondered, his eyes shining up at you.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Joong.” You winced at the shortening of his name. You didn’t think that sort of intimacy was called for anymore.

“Please,” Hongjoong motioned for you to take the chair across from him, “You know I don’t beg for much.”

You took the seat, albeit reluctantly. “You don’t need to. What station do you have now within the army? Lieutenant Colonel?”

“General, actually,” Hongjoong corrected you, ducking his head slightly in humbleness.

“Congratulations,” You said cordially.

Wooyoung came up to your table but he wasn’t the flirty, happy man you had known only a few weeks ago. “Mistress Dreams,” Wooyoung said to you bluntly, “What would you like for you and your guest?” Except Wooyoung made ‘guest’ sound like it was a derogatory term.

“Whatever you feel like making this evening, Woo,” You said gently. Looks like he wasn’t too impressed with your stint with Seonghwa.

Hongjoong followed Wooyoung with dark eyes. “Always a heartbreaker, Lieutenant.”

You clucked your tongue at him. “That was a long time ago, Hongjoong.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” Hongjoong looked directly in the eyes.

“Well it was,” You insisted, “Better to leave it in the past.”

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” A cool tone drawled from behind you.

You whipped around in your seat to find Seonghwa with a not-so-pleasant smile on his face. "Ah, Seonghwa, I'd like you to meet Hongjoong, my--"

The tension between the two men could cut like a knife.

"What am I missing here?" You wondered.

"My scar? The one you never asked about? He gave it to me."

You stared at Hongjoong. "You met the Reaper in battle?"

Hongjoong ignored your question. "How did you see his scar?"

You looked down at the table immediately. "That's none of your business."

"What a world we live in," Hongjoong laughed mirthlessly. "Where Black Magic users and White Magic users fu--"

"Sir, there is a lady present." Seonghwa smacked a hand down on the table rather loudly. "Do not insult her."

Hongjoong cocked his head, tongue caught between his teeth and you knew you were done for. Hongjoong was very petty and vindictive, in his own way. "Did she tell you she was mine before she was yours?"

Seonghwa didn't get jealous, however. "How stupid of you to lose her then."

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed down at the director. "I didn't lose her."

"Hongjoong," You scolded him, "Seonghwa, enough of this. Like two horses, you two, stamping and snorting at each other."

Seonghwa bowed his head. "I'll let you finish your dinner."

You let out a great sigh, rubbing your temples. “Need I remind you that the war is over?” You turned to Hongjoong, “If I can work for him then you can endure a dinner with him.”

Hongjoong nodded curtly and Seonghwa took a seat. “Won’t this be fun,” Seonghwa muttered.

“You’ve settled in well?” Hongjoong queried inquisitively.

You nodded, sipping the fruity drink Wooyoung had made for you. “Everyone has been very welcoming.”

“I bet,” Hongjoong said, eyes sliding back towards Seonghwa.

Seonghwa grinned devilishly. “If I had it my way, she’d be plump with peace babies as we speak.”

You choke on your beverage, spraying the table and yourself. Good thing there wasn’t any food yet. Seonghwa offered you a handkerchief and you snatched it from his hands rather rudely. Damn men and their egos needing to be stroked.

Hongjoong’s eyes were glittering brightly with malice. “Some things never change, I suppose.”

“Alright,” You said in a hoarse voice from choking, “My sex life, past or present, is not a dinner subject. Got it?”

Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair. “Understood.”

“You never did tell me why you are here, Joong?” You changed the subject. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at the familiar shortening of your captain’s name.

“Oh, Seonghwa is used to me skulking about. I’m his unofficial supervisor. Everyone in the school board is terrified of him, so they send me to make sure he’s not using the school as a sacrificial lamb for a S-class summoning so he can take over the world,” Hongjoong said with a delighted grin.

“I’m too busy dealing with stupid student antics. I hardly can find the time to summon S-class demons to take over the world,” Seonghwa retorted, rearranging the cutlery in front of him.

“Wooyoung, what’s taking you so long?” You shouted, rethinking your life choices.

“I now have three perfect dinners to prepare!” Wooyoung yelled back from the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of crashing and banging and shouting, Wooyoung brought out three dishes. Seonghwa’s salmon still had its head attached, Hongjoong had a vegetarian dish and yours was burnt chicken souvlaki.

"Wooyoung!" You frowned hard, "What's this?"

Wooyoung almost sneered. "It's what you're getting."

Seonghwa laughed but it was arrogant and not nice. "He cooks with his emotions. These are his emotions."

Your eyes shot up to Wooyoung. He won't look you in the eye. You feel guilty even though you're not sure you should. "Oh," was all you could manage.

Hongjoong scoffed under his breath when Wooyoung shot back to the kitchen. "I love visiting this town."

You turned towards Seonghwa. "Should we go?"

"Quite," Seonghwa drawled. He stood up, pulling the lapels to straighten his velvet jacket. He offered his arm to you.

Hongjoong rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Maybe I should get some rest. It's been a long day."

"We'll see you at school tomorrow," Seonghwa nodded curtly.

You were about to take Seonghwa’s arm when Hongjoong wrapped his hand around your wrist. "Lieutenant?"

"Hongjoong…" You really didn't know what to say to him.

He smiled, tightly, "I'm sorry. Old habits truly die hard."

You felt your heart softening. "I'll see you tomorrow, Joong."

“What’s tomorrow?” You wondered after you were walking down the softly lit road back towards the Academy.

“Hongjoong has an announcement to make to the students,” Seonghwa revealed yet revealing nothing.

“Oooookaaayyyy,” You drew out, knowing Seonghwa wasn’t going to say another thing. You fumbled around until you pulled his handkerchief out of your pocket. “I should give this back to you.”

Seonghwa hummed, taking it and putting it in his vest pocket. “Are you going to tell me about him?” He said after a moment of silence.

You sighed heavily. You knew Seonghwa was going to ask about Hongjoong even though he had no right to do so. Seonghwa side-eyed you from beside you. “I’ll tell you about the scar he gave me if you do.”

“Is this what we’re doing now?” You laughed, “Exchanging war stories?”

Seonghwa remained silent. He certainly wasn’t going to beg for it. It would be an equal opportunity exchange. If you wanted to know about his scars then you had to tell him about you and Hongjoong. It was up to you. He always left it up to you.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care about your scars, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa pursed his lips, his only hint to frustration. “Indulge me.”

“When I got conscripted from school to the army, the war was in full swing. I was assigned to the Intelligence Corp immediately. Hongjoong was my captain. I grew feelings for him, for his ambition to move up in the army and his determination to put this war to an end as soon as possible. There was a mission, they asked me to not just simply peek into someone’s dreams, they wanted me to eat it, and in doing so, make them forget the memory completely.”

“Isn’t that against your code? To destroy?” Seonghwa offered.

You nodded. “Still, they said we had to set our code aside, it was a war after all. So I did it. Not soon after, the negotiations started up and when the war ended, I resigned. Hongjoong wasn’t happy with me but I wanted to leave the war far behind me. I took my war spoils and set up my family nicely. I got my teacher license and now I’m here.”

“Do you love him still?” Seonghwa asked.

You shook my head, “I left that behind when I left the army.”

“My turn I suppose,” Seonghwa kicked a rock with his polished loafers.

We just so happened to be in front of the school’s gates. “I’m still hungry,” You said truthfully.

“I could tell you over dinner,” Seonghwa suggested.

“Seonghwa…”

“No one needs to know,” Seonghwa proposed. “It could be me just checking in with my newest professor to see how she is adjusting to her life.”

“Over dinner? While you tell me a personal story? Seonghwa!”

Seonghwa combed a hand through his hair. “You have made it very clear that no one can ever know about this. I am doing my best. But you are wearing my patience, little white magic user.”

“Excuse you?” You demanded.

Seonghwa did not deem it important enough to explain himself further. “Will you or won’t you come to my rooms for dinner so that I may pay you back and tell you the story of my scars?”

“Well, you certainly make it hard to decline with a tasty offer like that,” You said with sarcasm coating your tongue.

You found yourself up against the brick pillars that held the black iron gates to the school. Seonghwa’s face was pulled into a snarl, with his hand precariously around your neck. You weren’t scared of Seonghwa, simply surprised at the moment. He had gone from slightly frustrated to a full on animal rage. Had he been hiding that the entire night?

“Hello, Reaper,” You cooed.

You watched as Seonghwa carefully packed away his dangerous side until his eyes simply burned brightly. He looked slightly bashful at his outburst. “It seems like you have a talent for bringing this out of me.”

“You better be a good cook because it’s going to take a hell of a dinner to apologize, Director Park.”

Seonghwa winced at the use of his formal title. He let go of you and allowed you to straighten your clothes. “Please, I prefer when you call me Seonghwa.”

You sent him a cool look, “Perhaps you’ll earn that title later. For now, you will remain as my boss. I don’t feel like you deserve to be called by that name right now.”

You walked into the school grounds, waving your hand and the gates recognized you as a teacher. They swung open and you sent a look over your shoulder. “Are you coming or am I going to have to cook for myself?”

Seonghwa looked towards the sky, whether for guidance or to send a prayer, you weren’t sure. “Coming, Lover.”

“Seonghwa!” You hissed.

He smiled, looking back like his charming self. “Thought you said you weren’t going to--oof!” You smacked his chest.

“Don’t push your luck.”

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