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dyaz-stories · 4 months

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your imprint's on my soul || Cha Hyun-Su x Reader

summary: When Hyun-Su's monster shows up at your door, he teases you and implies that Hyun-Su wants more with you than what you've shared before so, when Hyun-Su wakes up, you decide to act on that.

word count: 4.1k

warnings & tags: canon-typical angst, fluff, smut, explicit consent, dry-humping, thigh-riding if you squint, handjob (male receiving), they're both virgins and are both painfully awkward, this is very soft tbh

first one-shot · previous one-shot

This one-shot can be read independently as there is nothing intense plot-wise that requires having read the other parts, but I do recommend reading them for context.

A/N: sooo, we've reached the first smutty installment for this series, though this feels so tame and so soft I don't even know if it deserves that name. It's what felt right to me for the development of their relationship and what I think makes sense for their characters! I hope you'll enjoy it!

Hyun-Su always knocks. It doesn’t matter that you’ve told him he didn’t have to anymore, doesn’t matter that you’ve offered to give him a key. He still knocks, a soft rap against your door that you’ve learned to recognize from anywhere you are in the house — it’s probably the first time ever that you are truly thankful for the terrible soundproofing in there. When Hyun-Su isn’t there, you spend your time waiting to hear it again, whether consciously or not.

So when you hear something brutally hitting your door, the sound echoing through your silent house, it doesn’t cross your mind that it could be him.

You stumble through the house to grab your bat, heart beating so fast it’s threatening to fall out of your chest. Whether it’s a monster or a desperate survivor trying to get in, you need to be ready to defend yourself.

You’re slowly approaching the door when whoever — or whatever — is outside hits the door twice more.

“C’mon now, I haven’t got all day.”

You still. You recognize the voice instantly, of course you do, but what you don’t recognize is the tone, or even how loud it is, for that matter.

“Hyun-Su?” you call out quietly.

It’s not the smartest decision, because if it’s not him, it lets whatever’s out there know you’re here, but you can’t see yourself leaving him outside.

“You could say that,” the voice answers, and it’s still obviously Hyun-Su, and it’s still wrong, somehow.

But, after a couple seconds of further hesitation, you decide to open the door anyway. You’ve heard it before, that tone, you think, even if it’s blurry now. Plus, you cannot bear the thought of letting Hyun-Su out there, if it really is him. You tighten your hold on your bat, and carefully open the door.

The second you do, Hyun-Su walks in like he owns the place. It is so unlike him that you get ready to swing, but he spots you and grabs it from your hand easily, using his pull on it to get you closer to him, his other hand coming to your waist to stabilize you with a gentleness that contrasts with the abruptness of his movement. Once he does, he shoots you a grin that makes you knees weak, and, as his blue eyes stare straight into yours, you finally understand what is going on.

“All that for me?” he asks, glancing at the bat.

You don’t bother to answer him. You remember too well the state he was in last time you saw this— well— version of him, and your eyes run over his body, followed by your hands, checking for injuries. But while his sweater is in worst shape than usual, and you find blood that you think is fresh on there, his skin is intact under your fingers.

When you look into his eyes again, you find him staring at you, amused.

“You can keep going,” he teases. Your face starts burning and you take a step back, embarrassed, but he follows right after you, eyes devouring you. “Come on, you know you want to. Why not just give in?”

Your back hits the wall, and he leans closer, like a cat playing with a mouse. The difference is, though your heart is hammering in your chest, you don’t feel that scared. Nervous, sure, but there is no actual threat to his tone, or even to his attitude.

“I’m not— I’m not doing anything Hyun-Su wouldn’t want,” you answer, and you somehow find it in yourself to lift your chin defiantly as you do.

Meeting this version of Hyun-Su’s eyes sends a rush of heat through you once again. Beneath the amusement, there is so much more. Fascination. Adoration, even.

He lets out a brief laugh at your words.

“Please,” he practically purrs, “you can’t think that he doesn’t want this.” You stare at him, and his grin widens. “Maybe you should ask him, then.” He leans closer to you, mouth so close to your ear you can feel his breath tickling your cheek. “Ask him what he thinks about when he’s alone at night.” Your cheeks are on fire. “Ask him what he thinks about when you’re lying in bed next to him.” Your breath catches in your throat. “Ask him what he thinks of doing to you.”

He laughs again, and Lord, you don’t know how your legs haven’t given up underneath you yet.

“Come back to me if he still doesn’t have the guts to do anything,” he whispers in your ear. “For now, I think we’ll take a nap.”

That’s all the warning you get before he collapses into you and you can do nothing but slide down to the floor, holding Hyun-Su’s now unconscious body in your arms. You curse the monstrous part of him under your breath, but you know, deep down, that it’s less about that and more about the fact that he’s leaving you with your whole body practically vibrating with feelings and desires you’ve been having more and more as of late.

Your relationship with Hyun-Su is good. It’s great. It makes you happy, so much happier than you thought would ever be possible after the world ended.

But you’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been a— yearning, a longing for more. Something you haven’t put precise words on, something that is almost fully new to you, because though you had fooled around with the boyfriend you briefly had at the beginning of college, the two of you had never gotten really far. You suspect it’s even more foreign to Hyun-Su.

You do know you have an effect on him, you’re not blind. You know how he can get when he loses himself in you, when he finally lets go of all the weight he carries on his shoulders. You, however, also know how embarrassed he gets when his body reacts to you in ways he can’t fully control. You’re just not sure he’s ready for taking the relationship further and, if you’re being honest, the fear of rejection has kept you from bringing up the subject.

Except that after this conversation, the monster’s words are swirling in your mind, and you can no longer pretend that the desire that makes your pulse quicken isn’t there.

Now’s not the time for that, though. You do your best to carry Hyun-Su to the couch, something you doubt you could have done before the Apocalypse forced you to put on some muscle, cover him with a blanket, just in case, because his sweater is starting to have more holes than fabric, and sit by his side so his head rests on your lap. All that’s left to do now, is to wait for him to wake up.

It’s fine, though.

You’re used to waiting for him.

Hyun-Su opens his eyes, and at first, he just feels warm and good and safe. For once in his life, nothing hurts. Your hand’s in his hair, fingers brushing against his scalp pleasantly every now and then and—

And he doesn’t remember coming to your place or seeing you.

He jumps up, eyes surveying the apartment, which looks the same it always does, then you when he turns around. All he sees there is mild confusion.

“Did you have a bad dream?” you ask.

“Did you see him?” he asks in reply.

You frown for a second, before understanding passes on your face, and Hyun-Su feels the blood draining from his face.

Last time, the monster had been with you for a couple minutes, at most. This time…

He hadn’t thought he would come here. He’d been far away, when the group of humans had gotten attacked. Intervening had been the right thing to do, he’d thought — until he’d started getting shot at. The words they’d hurled at him, he’d all heard before, during a time of his life he wished he could forget. With his attention split between the monsters still trying to get past him on one side, and the arrows and bullets coming from the other side, the monster had managed to take over.

And maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t fought it as hard as he should have.

He had never thought you’d get caught in the crossfire.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Are you— Are you—”

Hurt. Angry. Disgusted.

“I’m fine,” you answer him. You don’t hesitate to reach out to gently touch his face, and your smile is so sincere it’s almost blinding. “Nothing happened.”

He leans into your touch, unable to stop himself, and though he still feels the need to protest, it gets easier to believe you each time you reassure him you don’t despise him.

“It didn’t do anything to you?” he asks, voice low and quiet.

You shake your head, but he can’t miss the way you glance away briefly, avoiding his eyes at first.

“He didn’t hurt me,” you tell him, and he can tell it’s true, but—

“What did it do?” There’s urgency in his voice, panic even. He grabs your arms to look into your eyes, the window to the soul, they say, but he cannot read into you, no matter how much he searches.

“Nothing,” you say, but again, he can tell that there’s more to it, and he doesn’t let go, until you cave in. “He just said something.”

“What did he say?” Hyun-Su presses on. Fear is invading his every bone, wrapping its vines around his heart and squeezing it.

“Nothing important,” you insist, but it only makes him more desperate, because if you don’t want to tell him, it must be something bad, must be something deep and dark and twisted, must be something that could make you hate him. When he doesn’t let up, you sigh. “He just said to ask you something.”

Hyun-Su’s mind goes quiet.

“Ask me what?”

His mouth is dry, his lips move painfully.

“Just— He said, I should ask you what you want to— to do to me.”

It’s like a bomb just went off.

Hyun-Su lets go of you. It feels as if his whole face is burning. Shame and embarrassment overtake him, and suddenly he can’t look at you anymore, just wants to run out the door, but his body is refusing to move. He’s stuck in place like a rabbit in headlights.

“I’m sorry,” he says automatically, whipping his head in the other direction, since that all he can do.

“So, you, um, you… are thinking about it?” you ask, your voice piercing straight through his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“No, no, I’m, uh—”

You grab his hand, scooting closer to him on the couch, until your knees touch his. And it grounds him. Slowly, reason starts to creep back up from under all the thoughts, and he hears the eagerness in your question.

“J-just so we’re on the same page,” you say, as he slowly turns his head to look at you once more, “you’re thinking about… having sex. With me.”

It’s precious, how you lower your voice to say ‘sex’, and then frown in annoyance at yourself. Hyun-Su still wants to tear his hand from yours, run away before you can tell him how much of a freak, of a monster you think he is. But he can’t.

He thinks he’d rather you rip his heart out, as long as you do it with your bare hands, than to live without your touch ever again.

Slowly, he nods. His face and ears are tingling, and he’s sure he’s bright red by now.

“I shouldn’t,” he mumbles. You’ve given him so much already. So much he hadn’t dared to hope for in years. He shouldn’t ask for even more. He doesn’t deserve more.

But your hands tighten around his. Your mouth opens, closes, your tongue comes out to wet your lips as you hesitate and fidget nervously.

“No, you, uh, you should,” you stutter before catching yourself, closing your eyes like you don’t want to see what’s in front of you before you take a leap of faith. “I mean— I think about it. About you.”

A light buzz starts again in his ears.

“I didn’t know,” you keep mumbling. “I mean, I wasn’t sure that you—” Your gaze goes from his hand to the floor, everywhere so you don’t have to look at him. “That you wanted me. So I’m— It’s, uh, it’s good to know.”

“I want you,” Hyun-Su blurts out without thinking, and of course then you look at him, with wide, pretty eyes, and if he wasn’t blushing before, he sure is now. His face could burst into flames any second. “I hate that I can’t—” His eyes fall on your legs, with the dress you’re wearing riding up on your thighs. “—touch you.” If he wasn’t so scared, if he was braver… “I just…” A whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t,” you say patiently. “I trust you.”

“But I don’t,” he mumbles, looking down at the floor. “You’re so— fragile. If I lost control for a second…”

He sees you hesitate. He expects you to tell him, again, that he wouldn’t lose control, maybe that the monster inside him wouldn’t hurt you. Thing is, you might be right, but it doesn’t matter how unlikely it is. That’s not a risk he can take.

“Okay,” you say instead. “Okay. But what if— what if I was the one touching you?”

He almost wishes you hadn’t said it, with how badly he immediately wants it.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says. His throat is dry. His whole body is aching for you.

“And if I want to?” You tilt your head, all pretty, and oh, how can he deny you anything?

“Please,” he whispers.

Your lips part and your breath seems to stutter, before you lean in and kiss him, and it’s like he’s finally come home. It starts off soft, slow, no different from any kiss the two of you have shared in the past weeks. Your hand comes up to cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek.

Hyun-Su melts. He parts his lips to welcome in your tongue, lets you take the lead and set the pace for the kiss without thinking about it twice.

Then he feels you move. It’s barely there at first, your hand that’s not on his face coming to rest on his shoulder, and all that is known territory. Even if your fingers actually touch his skin there, because of the numerous holes in his clothing, he can handle that.

His eyes snap open again, though, when you move your leg over his so you can come sit in his lap, straddling him. You notice immediately.

“Is that okay? We can stop—”

“No, I—”

He doesn’t want you to stop. He wants more with you, so bad, and though he would never say it out loud, he’s desperate for you to show him that you’re not disgusted in him. Every time you kiss him, every time you touch him, every time you take his hand and lead him in bed with you, he comes closer to truly believing it.

But, ah, with this last conversation, even if it’s not the first time he’s had you in his lap, he feels— heated. He can feel himself growing hard, and he’s still embarrassed at the thought that you can feel him. Despite what he said, his hands are on your waist, holding tight. He doesn’t remember if he chose to do that.

After all, his desire for you aligns with what the monster wants so closely that he’s— scared. He’s so scared of losing control. But you’re looking at him so lovingly, and he wants you so bad… Can he be selfish? Just this once?

“Don’t stop,” he almost begs, and seeing how eagerly you nod in reply is like an explosion of warmth in his chest.

Your lips crash against his again, harder, with more purpose. Your fingers card through his hair, and the feeling of your light pull on them goes straight to his core, more enjoyable than he thinks it should be, though he’s in no position to linger on it, not when the next thing you do is to experimentally roll your hips on top of him.

From your perspective, it’s a clumsy movement, one you’re unsure of. From his, it’s a rush of pure pleasure when you rub against his hard cock, one that makes him openly moan, his mouth falling open enough that he breaks the kiss. The second he realizes what kind of noise came out of him, he raises his hand to cover his mouth, cheeks turning crimson.

He’s not daring to look at you, not at first anyway, until he feels your lips brushing against his fingers, pressing soft kisses against his hand.

“Still good?” you ask.

And he is, but he’s not trusting his voice all that much for now, so he just nods. A smile dances on your lips as you kiss down his jaw.

“Also,” you add, “I’m not— I don’t have much— experience, in all, uh, that. So you should— you should let me know. What feels good. What doesn’t.”

“That felt good,” he admits quietly, and your smile turns into a grin against his skin.

“I could tell.”

What you don’t say is how hot you found both the sound and the thought that you could affect him like that, how badly you want to press your legs together so you can alleviate the ache you’re feeling down there, how you’re worried you actually want him even more than he wants you.

Instead of saying all that — it would make you feel so naked and so vulnerable, and disarm you completely, which doesn’t seem like a good idea for now —, you start trailing your kisses down his neck. There’s one spot there that makes him whimper, more discreetly than before, but you latch onto it all the same, tongue coming out to flick against the skin, pulling on it softly between your teeth. He writhes and whines under you, and when his cock rubs against you just right, you gasp against him.

You’re delighted to see reddish skin when you pull away. He’ll heal, and there will be no trace of it by morning, but there’s something satisfying about it — and the glassy look he gives you, lips swollen and parted, hair a mess on the back of the couch, with that proud mark right above his collarbone… is purely sinful.

Your fingers hook in his hoodie.

“Can I?” you ask.

He’d go to the moon and back for you.

He nods.

You pull it over his head, struggle a little when it gets caught in his hair, then manage to pull him free and kiss him again with a giggle. It’s sweet. You’re still wearing your dress, but it’s the first time he feels your hands directly on his skin all the same, and even if his body’s burning up, your touch sets him ablaze.

You explore his body with hungry eyes and hands, follow the shape of his pectorals, then move down to his abs. You trace the muscles, slowly, and as you move down, closer to his crotch, he can no longer suppress a shiver. You still for a second, and he watches you with wide eyes, waiting for you to keep moving, so badly wanting you to keep going. Finally, your fingers brush against the button of his jeans. Silently, meeting his eyes, you ask for his permission. He swallows, nods again.

He’s nervous, almost painfully so, but he notices that your fingers are shaking as you have to try three times to get it open, and it reassures him, in some ways. It reminds him that, for all the issues he has, this is new for the both of you. There are no expectations to meet, just the two of you discovering, together, what works for you.

Once the button isn’t in the way, you, very carefully, move your hand under his jeans, but over his boxers. The second he feels your hand hesitantly closing over his cock, even through the fabric, he throws his head back, trying his best not to moan again and only half-succeeding.

You watch his reactions closely as you keep touching him, slipping your hand under the boxers after a few seconds. This time he does moan, a high-pitched noise that you take to mean you’re doing something right — even if you have no idea what you’re doing. How tight should your grip be? How fast should you move? Should you be saying something? Should he be saying something?

His cock is rock hard between your fingers, harder than you’d have expected; larger, too. It seems to have been that way for a while, maybe since you’ve started kissing, based on how wet with precum it is. You tighten your grip around it a little, then slide your hand down, slowly, down to the base. He moans again, and you feel him twitch between your fingers.

“Um,” you mumble, “I, uh, I don’t really know— is that— is there anything I should—”

Hyun-Su’s looks up at you, flushed and panting. One of his hands comes to your thigh, and now you’re the one shivering under his touch. You don’t think he even notices though. You’re dripping wet yourself, but for now you just want to make him feel good. If things go well, if he stays open to this sort of things, there’ll be plenty of time to deal with that… later. At the moment, all you want is to show him that pleasure doesn’t have to lead to anything negative.

“J-just, keep going,” he mumbles. “You can, ah, you can go a little faster, if you…”

The rest of his words gets lost in the next moan as you follow his advice, moving your hand up and down his cock, the wetness helping the movement. Despite yourself, you rock your hips against his leg, the pressure of it between your legs feeling so delicious, you can’t deny it to yourself at the moment.

Under you, Hyun-Su is lost in pleasure. Your rhythm is hesitant, you’re not holding him quite as tight as he’d like, but oh, your hand is soft and gentle, and it still feels so much better than his own. The fact that you’re all pressed against him, your breath against his neck, your scent filling him, it’s all much more than what he had imagined — because, yes, in shameful moments, he’d pictured this kind of scenes, but they had never felt as good, pleasure running through his veins and flooding his body.

Any time he indulged in them, though, he came faster than usual, and now, with the real thing, he realizes too late how quickly he is approaching his climax.

“Wait,” he hears himself mumble, “I’ll—”

But he’s already coming, and the strength of the orgasm leaves him breathless as he humps against your hand, trying to make it last longer.

“Oh,” is all you comment, and even through the haze, embarrassment spreads through him as he realizes that there’s cum on your hand and on his stomach. At least he cannot turn any redder now.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “sorry, I—”

“No, I— I thought that was pretty hot, actually,” you say, giving him a smile, and thank fuck you’ve taken his hand off him, because he wouldn’t want to have to explain why that’s making him twitch again. “I’ll just— you probably want to get cleaned up.”

“I’m— Yeah, but—” He glances down at your body. He felt you rocking against him earlier, even if he wasn’t exactly in the right mind to say something about it. “Don’t you— Don’t you want to, uh…”

“Ah, I’m fine, I just— I just wanted to make you feel good for now.”

And just as he thought his heart rate might go back to normal at some point, there it is, spiking again.

“We can do that— some other time. If you’d like to.”

There is nothing he wouldn’t give to you.

“I would. I would like that.”

Your smile is a promise for more, your kiss is sweet, and for the first time in forever, Hyun-Su forgets about the monster.

He’s in your arms, and it’s all that matters.

i’ve been trying to figure out what to put here. i already feel like i’m kinda begging for comment on my posts, which i don’t like doing, but i figured i’d try to explain at least once what i’ve been feeling lately — plus i'm starting a new job on Monday and i don't know how much time i'll have to write after that. truth is, the lack of interactions i’ve been getting on here, on these stories, has been kind of depressing to me. i know people are reading them, considering the amount of notes, and it’s hard not to question whether it’s my writing that’s not good enough to make people want to leave a comment, or if it's just how fandom is now and in that case it just might not be for me anymore. i mean, i write for myself first, but i post because i want to share with others, i want to see their reactions, know how my writing makes them feel… and lately it just feels like i’m screaming in the void and nothing else. it’s been hard to stay motivated honestly. so, yeah. you don’t have to leave a comment, especially if you didn’t like it, i get it, i’m not trying to guilt-trip you. i just. feel the need to explain this at least once, in case it changes someone’s mind, and if it doesn't, i'll know i tried. if you've ever commented, reblogged with tags, sent an ask, know that i'm so thankful for you and you truly keep me going.

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starilian2 · 10 months

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As2ro observations

(Part 2:)💕

Our 4th house is how we act after we get comfortable with someone.. it's ruler, where it is and it's degree (of both of your IC and of that planets which is the ruler of you IC both) will give you more insights into it as well... For eg. I have gemini IC at 1° and it's ruler mercury is in Aquarius 12th house at 8°, And when I get comfortable with someone, I talk a lot, and I talk about things which they may or may not aware of that and it's existence (Simply out of the box stuff) and sometimes it feels to them as like it's something Utopia but the intensity I have when I talk with them make people believe it (Idk maybe they just accept it in front of me?😅🤪) And I also tend to talk with them about sprituality and stuff like that.. no matter if they believe it or not, I make them question their beliefs somehow I noticed it.

Moon in Aquarius 12th house feels like that your emotions are just out of this world and others literally can't understand your emotional vocabulary and just give you the tag of being an alien LoL 🤣

But moon in 12th house people have a hard time with others, because people can't seem to understand what they're really feeling, Idk why.. and if they try to make it in words it doesn't feel like emotions anymore and it creates a huge problem Idk, (TBH I feel drained after I tell someone about how I'm feeling so I just avoid to tell others about my emotions in general, or just use some simple words like sad, nostalgic etc..) but it's real that "Words can't describe how I'm feeling:)

And these people also tend to suffer in silence so much and when they get something as a reward for it , other's can't quite get it, because they don't know what happened behind the scenes LoL.

Okay it's enough for moon in 12th house🤪

Let's talk about Virgo moons. I seen these people tend to be so much like so much in their heads.. and one second they feel like that they deserve things, and on the other side, there left brain start to tell them that "It's your ego" (Even tho they really deserve it! But they still think that everything is out of ego idk?) You deserve that care, love, and help as you give others.. (It's self-respect it's not your ego believe me:) Virgo moons believe me!! :) You deserve it to get it back from the people you shared, that's how this world works.

Do every twin flame have Saturn conjunct moon aspect?🤔 (it's a question?)

Cancers we're the biggest and the most important people for my life! I like it so much that they won't hesitate to show their emotions, maybe towards you or someone else, or it's just their mood swings, they never hesitate to tell you what's wrong, and I also seen like mostly cancers say like "'It is what it is' like Idgaf" and yes you don't 😂 I'm an Aquarius moon, but I have Neptune conjunct moon and my moon is in at 12th house and even at 12° so I just understand them what they're tryin to say or something.. I love cancers so much TBH 😂!! They're so adorable for me!! I seen everyone left me, but cancers? Nah! They'll stick with me until death😅😂😂💝💕

Sagittarius moons are just a big no no for me TBH 😅 especially sag moon men..because they consciously put on a mask for you and when you get to know them a little deeper, it's all their inner demons coming out, out of nowhere? Like I didn't done anything (And because I didn't do anything they probably get bored and left me like LoL?) They don't take things seriously, is one more thing I seen.. like it's great at one point, but it's not good for always and people like me😅 who have Pluto in 11th along with mars? I take friendships super seriously, it's all or nothing with me TBH, 😅 that's why.

I also seen that Sag moon men crave attention a lot, as we tend to think of Leo's, imo it's more like a sag moon men crave it, I seen Leo moons who don't even mind if I didn't call them for days, they'll still talk with me as we done before, but sag moons just will make you feel like you did the most bad thing just because you didn't give them attention.🤦🏻‍♀️

I like sag moon females tho. They're the most honest, caring, and kind individual I seen. And they also want honesty in return. You can be your real self in front of them. And if something comes up they'll communicate about that gently they don't start to blame about it, or just complain about that.

Leo moons are my love honestly ❤️😂 they're the most bubbly people I seen, like if they like you, they'll never make you feel like an outsider fr! They'll make sure that you're always with them. And I seen that they always hold hands with people they're walking with😂😂❤️ (SO CUTE!!) And yes Dumb jokes is our thing😂

Anyways this much all for today.. (It's more of like a moony post ik🤣) we talked about a lot of moon signs, and its totally based on my experience, So take only what resonates and leave what doesn't!! Thank you very much for being here! Love you all!!💕💝

#astro community #astro observations #astro placements #astro posts #moon signs #sagittarius #leo #cancer #aquarius #12th house #sag moons #starilian #Virgo moons #astrology #astrology observations #twin flames

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faiirybread · 6 months

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the wilt of the rose ︴dr3

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DANNY TELL US

DANNY RIIIC

idek tbh

papaya cult member

im gonna punch you

DANNY RIIIC

STOP i just dont know whats going on

like we went for that date and everything was fine and then the stuff about her and some guy came out

like idk

papaya cult member

ok but who started it

maxy paxy #1

yeah who cheated first

papaya cult member

be so honest rn

DANNY RIIIC

..me

papaya cult member

DANNY

WHAT THE FUCK

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dude..

DANNY RIIIC

HEAR ME OUT

papaya cult member

NO???

DANNY RIIIC

NONONO LISTEN

LISTEN

IT WAS HER FIRST

SHE CAME ONTO ME

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danny slow down

give us the full story

DANNY RIIIC

it doesnt even matter anymore

i just want it to be done

i miss her

i fucked up so bad you guys

papaya cult member

no shit sherlock

DANNY RIIIC

what am i supposed to do?

maxy paxy #1

mate im gonna be honest

i dont think you can fix it

DANNY RIIIC

what

why

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BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ON HER YOU FUCKING DUMBASS

DANNY RIIIC

yeah i know that but like

is there fr no way back?

maxy paxy #1

ok lando back off

ok?

take a breather

papaya cult member

maxy paxy #1

danny.

you betrayed her trust

so so much

like you will have to grovel your way back

DANNY RIIIC

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pairing. kim seungmin x gn!reader synopsis. At the end of the world, there’s truly no other group you’d rather be with than your friends. But as they drop dead, one by one, you can feel the threads of your sanity continue to snap and it’s only a matter of time before you actually go insane. Thankfully, Seungmin continues to be by your side until the very end of time. tags. zombie!au, apocalypse!au, ANGST, all hurt maybe a little bit of comfort

CW/TW. lots and LOTS of major character death, blood, gore, violence, guns, suicidal thoughts, suicide, vomit, murder, no explicit smut but implied/mentioned sex, dissociative moments, minsung + changlix if you squint, could be a "happy" ending, it really depends on how you see it tbh, kinda? graphic. please be warned ♡ word count. 8k A/N. please use your best judgement, if you do not think you can handle any of the warnings don't read! don't trigger yourself!! if you're that curious I'd be happy to give you the run down of the fic without the gory details. wanna support me? buy me a ko-fi!

It’s uncertain whether you’d consider yourself lucky that you had been tucked in bed, comfy and deep asleep, when shit had hit the fan. That was the last time you had the luxury to be asleep long enough to even have a dream. You don’t even remember what you had dreamed about as you dragged yourself out of bed, yawning and wiping away the drowsiness from your eyes.

In fact, you were certain you were still dreaming when you stumbled upon the gruesome sight in your kitchen. There was blood splattered against the once pristine white marble and your mother was hovering over what had once been your father, surrounded by a pool of what you assumed was his own blood. She was too busy devouring his guts to even notice you standing there, obscene slurping noises echoing in your ears.

The stench hits you like a truck and you’re suddenly losing whatever is even in your stomach after having just woken up, acid burning at your throat. The movement is enough to disturb your mother (can you really call her that anymore?) as she turns to you with a deep, inhuman growl, face covered in the blood of your father with bits of him still clinging to her mouth. You fall over backwards as she lunges at you, fight or flight instincts kicking in. You shove your foot against her chest as hard as you can, trying to push her away from you.

Frantically, you look around trying to find anything to use as a weapon, desperation starting to sink in. You grab onto the nearby lamp, holding onto it like a bat. It’s the only thing you had as you swing, smashing it into your mothers head and the crack that follows is sickening. The bulb shatters but you don’t stop, continuing to use the unconventional weapon until you’re certain the monster is dead. It’s like you black out for a few moments and by the time you’re back in your body, your mother is unmoving, head caved in. Your breath is heavy, panting and on the verge of hyperventilating. But you can’t focus on that right now.

You’re reminded by the zombie movies you used to watch with your friends as you force your body towards the kitchen to grab a knife. With a swing, you lodge it straight into it’s head. You won’t make the mistake of having it come back to life and catching you off guard.

A numbness takes over your body, brain going into autopilot as you finally notice the constant vibration of your phone in your pocket. The boys have been blowing up your notifications, hundreds of unread messages in your group chat, several individual messages and a couple of voice mails. You can only register that they were going to meet up at Bangchan’s house as he mentioned his father collected guns, a good place for them to start.

With your limbs feeling like lead, you begin packing a small backpack filled with essentials and a few pairs of clothes. Your body moves on its own as if trying to remind you that you have to keep going, that your friends are probably still alive and waiting for you. It’s the only semblance of hope you have and the only thing stopping you from just ending it right now.

You’re thankful Bangchan doesn’t live too far from your house, just a few blocks away. The neighborhood seems empty, a stark contrast to the usually lively streets. Silence rings in your ears, white noise filling the blank spaces in your mind. When you reach his house there are cars haphazardly parked in front.

You come through the door, feeling like a zombie yourself and honestly you might look like one too with the large splatter of your mothers blood splayed across the front of your white shirt. You might have forgotten to change in your haze of trying to get out of your house as fast as possible. This doesn’t stop Jeongin from throwing himself into your embrace once he finally sees you. He’s in tears, clutching onto you tightly, body trembling against you. Your own arms come to wrap around him, the emotional dam you had been holding onto finally breaks, the two of you falling to the ground sobbing. You’re surprised you had held on for as long as you did.

The other boys didn’t disturb you, letting the two of you to have a moment to bask in each other's presence, knowing the other was safe. Your relationship with Jeongin was strictly platonic. The boy meant the world to you, he was like your precious little brother and he had looked up to you as a bigger sibling. Now that the world had gone to all hell, you knew the two of you would end up being heavily reliant on each other.

You’re unsure how long the two of you just stayed in a heap on the floor but it’s Seungmin’s hand on your back that brings you back to the grim reality you were able to forget about for just a second. He’s looking down at you fondly but theres still a sense of sadness deep in his irises. “Come on you two, Bangchan is calling a group meeting,” He helps pull you up to your feet, giving you a quick squeeze in his arms. A silent message that he’s glad you’re safe.

Eight people gathered into the family room, half of them on the floor while the rest of them tried to squish in on the couch together. You take the seat next to Seungmin, letting your head rest on Jeongin’s shoulder.

When Bangchan walks into the room, he places a few guns and boxes of ammo onto the table. It makes a few of the boys turn pale just looking at the weapons.

“So. For now, I think it’s best if we stay here. There’s enough food to last us at least a couple of days and then you guys can move on. I’d suggest somewhere close to a convenient or grocery store. Best not to stay in one though in case other people show up,” He makes a lot of sense, being on the move was probably the best bet, but with your decently large group of friends it would be a disaster. It would be in your best interest if you guys stayed in one place until you ran out of resources. Only then should you move.

“Wait. You said ‘you guys can move’ and not ‘we’ can move. Was that on purpose?” Minho, the ever observant one had mentioned, giving Bangchan his usual blank stare. You had barely even noticed the slight change in wording.

“It was. I can’t go with you guys,”

“What? Why not??” At this all the guys were suddenly talking over each other, a frequent occurrence but one that was certainly not helpful at this moment. Bangchan, being the eldest, had always been someone everyone looked up to, someone they had gone to for guidance. He had been like a pseudo leader of the group, without him you’d worry everything would fall apart.

Bangchan lets out a sigh before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to show off the clear bite mark in his forearm, complete with teeth indentations and blood still dripping from the wound. The veins surrounding the bite were starting to turn black, slowly inching up his arm.

A few of them gasp while the others are deadly silent, the implication of what should happen next is not lost to anyone.

“What…What do we do?” Jisung questions, his voice is shaky and you can tell he’s on the verge of a panic attack. Honestly, you’re not far behind.

“Like I said, stay here for a few days until the food runs out. Then you move,”

“What are we supposed to do without you?” Hyunjin stresses the last word. Bangchan just let’s out another sigh.

“You’ll be fine. Eventually you guys were gonna have to stop leaning on me. That time has just come up a lot sooner than we thought,”

Another silence overtakes the group, no one saying a word. A few of them were already crying, knowing the fate that awaits Bangchan.

“I want to ask for one last thing though. I….don’t think I can do it myself. Please, I need one of you to do it,” His strong voice breaks for the first time. It’s what clues you in that he’s scared, something he doesn’t want to show to the others. Especially now.

Jisung and Felix shake their heads vehemently. The others shout ‘No’ and ‘No way’. The noise all blends together in your ears, everyone saying they wouldn’t do it, that they couldn’t do it.

So it surprises you when you stand up. Jeongin tries to pull on your arm to get you to sit back down. You don’t budge.

“I’ll do it,”

Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you, some of them blatantly gaping at your declaration. Even Bangchan seems surprised that you had volunteered but he knows that if no one else would do it, he could put his trust in you.

“Are you sure?” He still asks. He needs you to be absolutely sure that you know what you’re agreeing to. Bangchan searches your eyes for any hesitance but doesn’t find any.

“If no one else will, I'll do it,” You nod your head determinedly and Bangchan relents. It might be fucked up, but you figured if you could kill your own mother, maybe you could kill one of your closest friends.

Everyone takes a moment to say goodbye, there’s not a dry eye in the room except for you. You do your best to stay strong, especially for the others but you can feel yourself slipping, eyes burning with unshed tears. When Bangchan starts vomiting up something black, eyes bloodshot and his pupils starting to fog over, you know it’s time. The two of you move to the backyard, no one else following. Just hearing the gun shot from the house would be enough to haunt their dreams.

You pick up a gun before following him, checking to see if the safety was off. While you had never handled a gun before, you’re basing things off of movies and TV shows you had watched. You’d definitely have to learn how to use one fast.

As you face Bangchan in the backyard, that’s when you finally start to cry. Throwing yourself into the older’s embrace. He clings to you tightly and you realize that this was the last time he’d ever give you a hug. One of his warm comforting hugs that used to make you feel safe. This one however, does nothing to calm the tidal wave of nerves running through you. When you pull away he can see your hands trembling, the weight of what you were about to do weighs heavily against your chest. It feels hard to breathe.

Bangchan leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You guys will be fine. I know you will,”

He closes his eyes, looking rather peaceful as you bring the gun to his forehead. You hesitate for a second, suddenly having second thoughts but you push them down. Bangchan had trusted you to do this and if it was the last thing you could do for him, you would. You squeeze your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as you force yourself to pull the trigger. The gunshot echoes in your ears as you hear his body hit the ground with a thump. You quickly turn away, unable to see the dead body of your friend.

Seungmin is there when you come back into the house, his eyes are dry but the tear stains on his cheeks give him away. Neither of you have to say anything before he scoops you up in an embrace. You’re still shaking softly, barely keeping a grip on your slipping sanity. Right now, Seungmin is the only thing keeping you grounded.

That night you and Jeongin curl up tightly together in bed. He never lets go of the fist full of your shirt, even as he falls asleep, scared that you might disappear on him as well.

There’s something else you realize that night while you lie awake, the unspoken implications of you being the one to kill your friend. You had suddenly become the leader of your ragtag group in the absence of Bangchan

It’s the middle of the night, only a few days since you had laid Bangchan to rest in the backyard of his childhood home. Sleep had been eluding you of late, dark circles finding a permanent residence under your eyes. The cup of tea you had made remains untouched on the table, probably cold now as you stare into the black space of the kitchen. A figure slips into the chair next to you and you don’t have to look up to know that it’s Seungmin.

While maybe not as close as you were with Jeongin, you and Seungmin still had a rather special bond. The two of you were similar, bad with words and feelings. Because of that the two of you could practically communicate with each other without having to say anything. You would seek comfort in each other when it was hard to do with anyone else.

He slips his hand in yours, fingers intertwining before giving you a soft squeeze. A silent way to reassure you that he was there for you.

Seungmin’s hands are large against yours. He’s warm and he feels like coming home when it feels like you’ve all but lost your way. It’s moments like these when you’re reminded just why you had fallen for the boy in the first place. Reluctantly you get up to leave, needing to get any rest that you can.

You found that sleep came easier after these late night meetings with Seungmin.

A month passes by quick and slowly, things get better. Every day is a step in the right direction and everyone settles into a routine that works. Though nothing explicitly has been said since that fateful day, it was obvious that the boys now looked to you for any guidance. You try your best to be a good leader and surprisingly you fall into the role easily, but you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly stressful. You felt much more respect for the older for having to deal with everyone for years.

You guys had continued to move, following Bangchan’s last advice, only staying in one place until all the food and supplies in the local area had been exhausted. Currently, you were on a supply run with Felix and Changbin, the rest of the boys back at the house going over your inventory. The three of you had stocked up on food and medical supplies, mostly medications with everyone constantly feeling sick with the amount of stress they were constantly under.

Somehow in the thirty minutes you had spent collecting supplies a horde had managed to form outside the store. They moved slow, effectively blocking your way out. Changbin let out a groan to which Felix hit the older in order to shush him. The male still managed to be loud even in the most dire of situations, but he was the best for these runs. He could carry the most with his muscles and with him wielding a bat with nails, it wasn’t hard for him to cave a couple zombies brains in.

You try to form a plan to get out relatively unscathed. There were too many to take out and using a gun was out of the question. The only way out of the horde, was to walk through them.

“Sorry lix, I think we’re gonna have to do the thing,”

Felix makes a face but reluctantly agrees. You don’t know how long the horde is going to linger and it’s best if you’re home before night falls, lest any of the boys go stir crazy that you haven’t returned.

You drag one of the dead bodies over to the other two, using a pocket knife to slit the belly of the corpse. It’s guts spill out and pool onto the floor and Felix can’t help the gag deep in his throat, the poor boy had never quite gotten used to the putrid smell of the dead. You pull the freckled boy down, moving to cover his face with what you guys had started calling zombie goo. Not exactly the most creative name, but the only thing your combined one brain cell could think of.

The smell had kept the zombies away, registering you as one of them. It was your least favorite thing to do, but it worked and it was your best bet right now.

You turn to do the same thing to Changbin while Felix continues to rub the remnants of the zombie all over his shirt and jeans. Your clothes would be ruined but it was worth it if you could get through the horde unscathed. Felix does your face for you, his tiny fingers decorating your cheeks with an unidentified fluid that you were completely fine never knowing.

The three of you make your way slowly through the horde, deadly silent in fear that the dead amongst you will figure out you’re not one of them. It’s nerve wracking, to be so close to the things that can kill you in one bite, turning you into one of them. You’re reminded of your vivid nightmares, ones where you turn into a zombie and end up eating your friends. You’d wake up with the taste of blood on your tongue but it was your own, having bitten your lip too hard in your sleep.

Pushing away those horrid nightmares from your brain, you instead think about who you’re going home to. Jeongin and Seungmin, the rest of the boys who are waiting for you to return. It’s the only thing that keeps you going, so you push forward no matter how hard it feels.

A scream pulls you out of your thoughts completely and your whole body goes cold. It terrifies you to even look behind you because you know that scream. There’s pure terror in their deep voice. You turn to see that Felix has been tripped by a stray zombie on the ground, its bony fingers wrapped around his ankle as it pulls the boy down onto the concrete with a loud slam. Felix is pulling desperately in an attempt to yank his foot out of the zombie’s grip but it’s too late, teeth sinking into his leg. Felix lets out another deafening scream. This time the horde stops and turns towards the blonde, now making their way to where they can smell fresh blood.

“No! No!” Felix cries become more desperate, calling out to you and Changbin. “Help! Help! Oh god. . .Fuck! No! Please!” Changbin is frozen next to you and soon you can no longer even see Felix, the zombies crowding around their new victim. The squelch of blood and flesh being torn echoes in your ears. You know you’ll hear it in your nightmares.

Felix doesn’t stop screaming, even as you can hear him starting to struggle with his words, choking on his own blood. He all but begs and pleads for his life, desperate words that mean nothing to the zombies that eat away at his body. You have to look away or at least do something to help. But you can’t. You’re paralyzed in your spot watching in horror as you listen to your friend die. Felix. Yongbok. The sunshine boy, who with a smile on his face told everyone everyday without fail that they were all still alive. That we were surviving. That things will be okay as long as we’re together.

And now he was dead.

Changbin takes one step forward and you wrap your hand around his wrist, trying to pull him back.

“Bin…He’s dead,” The words feel hard to get out, they still don’t feel real. Changbin only shakes his head at you, trying to wiggle out of your grip. “Changbin! It’s too late!” You beg the boy, tears starting to run down your cheeks. He yanks his arm out of your grasp before pushing his backpack into your hands. “What are you doing?” You want to scream at him, yell at him but your voice only comes out broken and cracked.

“I can’t. I won’t…I’m sorry. I won’t let him die alone,” It’s Changbin’s last words to you as you watch him willingly get swallowed by the horde.

The only thing you can do is watch in disbelief. And you hate it. How many times were you going to have to just stand there and watch your friends die? Helpless to be able to do anything. It was Changbin’s choice but you had let him do it, you had let him basically kill himself.

It takes everything in you to finally turn around and begin the trek back to the safe house. Your feet feel heavy as you drag yourself away from your two friends.

Changbin pushes his way through the zombies as they try to grab at him but he doesn’t even care, he just knows he has to get to Felix. Before he’s gone. When he finally reaches Felix he has to fight the urge to look away. His pretty blonde hair is matted with blood and his legs are completely torn into.

Somehow Felix is still alive, but just barely, as if holding on so he could see Changbin just one last time. His skin is pale, eyes completely unfocused and turning white in the zombification process. Changbin barely recognizes that the zombies are tearing into his back. He doesn’t care, not even screaming at the searing pain as he reaches out for Felix’s hand, grasping onto it tight. Felix is ice cold, fingers twitching one last time before going completely limp in Changbin’s hand.

Changbin sobs, watching the light disappear from Felix’s eyes. “…I’m here, yongbokkie. I’m here,”

Seungmin is the one who greets you when you walk through the door. It reminds you of the first day of the apocalypse, when you had made it to Bangchan’s house feeling less alive than usual.

“Jeez, you stink. Did you have to do the thing?” He questions teasingly but subtly looks you over for any injuries. At your silence the boy looks up to see red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. Seungmin calls out your name but you can barely hear him, Felix’s screams are still ringing in your ear. It isn’t until you feel his warm hands against your cheeks that you finally look at him, a concerned look swimming in his eyes.

“What happened?” That’s all it takes for you to break down, throwing yourself at the boy. Seungmin catches you and lowers you gently to the floor as you lean into his chest, sobbing. You shake your head vehemently, trying to deny the truth that you had seen with your eyes. Seungmin isn’t sure what to do, hands stroking softly at your back. Your loud cries alert everyone else and it doesn’t take long before they all come bounding into the entryway.

“…where’s Changbin and Felix?” The words are stuck in your throat, guilt weighing heavily against your chest, suffocating you.

It’s rather obvious of what has occurred. You coming home hysterical and without the other two, it’s not that hard to come to conclusions. Slowly the boys dissipate to grieve and process the news on their own but Seungmin doesn’t leave your side, even for a second. He lets you ruin the shirt he’s wearing with your wet tears and snot. Eventually Jeongin takes his spot and if possible you cling even harder to the younger boy.

You babble on about how it’s all your fault, how you should have at least tried to convince Changbin to not go. How maybe if you were in the back instead of the front, Felix would still be alive. Jeongin just holds you a little more tighter.

The rest of the night is a blur, vaguely remembering someone feeding you in order to get some semblance of food down your throat and the worlds hottest shower, all but burning your skin as some sort of punishment to yourself.

You’re tucked up in bed with Jeongin, a common occurrence as the two of you seek comfort in one another most nights. Usually it’s you who is doing the reassuring, petting Jeongin’s head and spewing empty promises that everything would be fine. Both of you knew it was lies but the words did their purpose.

Jeongin runs his fingers through your hair, helping to lull you to sleep. With heavy eyelids you give the boy one more glance before letting them fall shut. Exhaustion hits you all at once, both physically and mentally tired.

“Jeongin?” He hums. “You’ll never leave me right?” Your words are slightly slurred with sleep before you succumb to the temporary bliss of being unconscious. He glances over at you with sad eyes, running his thumb over your cheeks. They’re starting to sink in, the lack of a proper diet was starting to show - even on Jisung who has always had full cheeks.

A sigh falls from his lips before he leans in to presses a shaky kiss to your forehead. Jeongin doesn’t think he can keep this promise. No. He knows.

“I’m so sorry,”

You wake up to the sound of a gun shot.

It rattles you awake, heart threatening to rip right out of your chest. Your body moves on it’s own as you follow the noise down to the living room, pulse ringing in your ears and anxiety seeping into your veins. The loud sound of your footsteps against the stairs alert the boys who are already gathered around.

“Shit, get them away from here!” Hyunjin hisses and Minho is quick to try to push you back up the stairs. It only further annoys you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Bro, what the fuck? What’s going on?” You growl, annoyed with the sudden secrecy from your friends. Sleep muddles your brain, swatting at Minho for him to get out of your way. You can see Seungmin on the couch, face buried in his hands. His shoulder shake and you can vaguely hear his quiet sobs. “Seriously, what is-“

Then you see the body and you’re pretty sure you can feel your heart physically breaking. Your knees buckle underneath you, sending you crashing to the ground.

Jeongin is laid across the ground, blood splattered across the carpet and a gun in his hand.

With shaky hands you reach out towards the boy, your fingers pressing to his pulse point. It’s useless, he’s dead but your brain refuses to believe it. Your hands move to cup his cheeks and the way his head lulls backwards in your hands makes you sick. Jeongin has already gone cold and all you wanna do is bundle him up in a blanket until he’s warm again. You pull his head to your chest. Blood continues to spill from the hole in his head but you don’t care, nor do you care that you’re getting his blood all over your clothes.

The boys are looking away from you, dealing with their own pain as you rock the lifeless body in your arms. Small broken whimpers fall from your lips and silent tears run down your cheeks. You want to all but scream, yell at the world for taking Jeongin away from you but your throat is too raw. It feels like you’ve sat here for hours just crying and clutching the boy to you, your eyes have long gone dry, completely bloodshot.

Something in you snaps, perhaps your sanity, as you drop Jeongin to the ground. The sound alerts the boys to your actions, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. When you make a lunge for the gun, various voices are screaming at you, all of them throwing themselves at you. Minho kicks the gun out of your hand as Hyunjin and Jisung push you to the ground. They don’t mean to be so rough with you but you’re clearly not in the right headspace, if they have to rough you up a little to get you to think straight, they’ll do it.

You fight against them, screaming and sobbing while trying to push Jisung off of you and grabbing at Hyunjin’s hair, the latter hissing at you. The three of you are all but wrestling on the floor, swearing at the two boys who are trying to subdue you. Your own voice rings in your ears, yet somehow you manage to hear Seungmin’s quiet call of your name.

His effect on you is immediate, stopping the attack against your friends before glancing up at the boy who has come closer to you. His voice is surprisingly even, nothing giving away to the turmoil in his heart. Jisung and Hyunjin pull away from you when they notice that you seem to have calmed down for now, watching the other boy intensely.

Seungmin replaces them as he comes to kneel in front of you, bringing his large hands to cup at your smaller face.

“Please…” Seungmin begs, his voice finally breaking “Don’t. You- You can’t leave me too, okay? I need you,” It’s the way he emphasizes the word need that has your attention.

The other three can see that the two of you need a moment, they move to lift Jeongin’s body and carries him out to the back to be properly buried. Minho doesn’t forget to take the gun with him, lest you decide to try again to follow your best friend.

You sniffle pathetically as you glance into Seungmin’s pretty eyes, which are practically baring his soul to you. You have to look away from his gaze, head shaking softly and hands coming to grab at his shirt.

“Why?” Your voice is croaks, hoarse from screaming. “Why? Why? Why?” You repeat over and over again, almost like a mantra. It’s the only thing in your head. Why would anyone ever need you? Especially someone like Seungmin.

“Because I love you,”

He says it so simply and your head snaps up so fast that Seungmin worries that you might have given yourself whiplash. Your eyes search his, trying to find any trace of a lie but you know that you won’t find one. Seungmin has never lied to you. He can see the small sparkle in your eyes, the sliver of hope you carry.

“You know that right? That I love you?” He murmurs as he comes impossibly closer, noses touching and you can feel his warm breath against your chapped lips.

You let out a shaky exhale. “You…You do?” Your voice is no higher than a whisper, as if you spoke it louder it wouldn’t be true. He lets out a soft huff of laughter. You had always adored his laugh, especially the evil laugh he would let out when he was being a menace. It was one of your favorite things about him. The other being his smile, even when he had braces. He had found them dorky and ugly, but you just thought he had looked just as handsome with the metal.

Seungmin tucks some hair behind your ears, looking down at you fondly. “I do. So much,” He leans in just an inch so he can finally press his lips to yours. It’s just a quick peck, both of your lips are far to dry to have an enjoyable kiss at the moment, but he couldn’t hold back anymore.

When he pulls back he notices that you’ve shed a few more tears and he can only hope that they’re happy ones, even with your current situation. He wipes them away with his thumb.

“Minnie,” He hums in response. “Promise me. Promise me right now that you will never leave my side,” Your tone has an edge of desperation to it. Even if it’s impossible you need to hear him say it. Even if he has to lie to you for the first time.

Seungmin leans in to press a kiss to your forehead before keeping them pressed together. “I promise. It’s you and me. Until the very end,”

After spending a few more moments together the two of you finally make your way towards the backyard. Jeongin looks peaceful inside the hole Minho had dug for him, hands held together with some flowers you assume Hyunjin had picked for him. It’s the only consolation you have - Jeongin is no longer in pain, he’s in a much better place now. He’s with his hyungs.

They would take care of him now.

You have to look away as they begin to fill the hole with dirt, burying your face into Seungmin’s chest. You can’t bear to watch, the finalization that your best friend is not coming back.

Jeongin is gone.

And he took half of your heart and the broken strings of your sanity with him.

When you walk into the kitchen the next morning, clad in only Seungmin’s shirt, both Jisung and Hyunjin give you identical smirks behind their cup of coffee. You roll your eyes at dumb and dumber, flipping them off as you grab your own serving of caffeine. Your reaction only spurs them on as they giggle manically.

“God you two are annoying,”

“Yeah and you’re loud,” Hyunjin snickers and Jisung has the audacity to laugh. Your cheeks turn red as you clear your throat, trying to look like their words had no effect on you.

“You’re one to talk Jisung, pretty sure you woke up everyone that one night,” You quip back and the boy practically chokes on his drink. Hyunjin wacks him on the back, now giggling at the expense of the other.

“The point is. We’re happy for you. It’s about damn time. Can’t believe it took the literal end of the world though,”

“Yeah, I thought I was gonna die with all this mutual pinning and constant heart eyes,”

You roll your eyes again at their antics but your smile gives away just how fond of them you are and even if they’re annoying you’re happy to know that they’re happy for you. Except for when Seungmin waddles into the kitchen half asleep and no shirt on, coming over to you to lean his whole body weight on you. Your cheeks flare up once again and it makes the two boys holler at your reaction. Both you and Seungmin flip them off.

“Ugh, actually I take it back. This is a bad idea, you two are basically the same,”

Seungmin lets out a soft laugh before pressing a kiss to your temple, finally moving off you to make a cup of coffee. You simply observe him, watching as he swipes at Jisung for probably saying something stupid and Hyunjin’s high pitched laugh echoes in the room. A smile graces your lips.

It’s for just a moment that you think that everything is going to be ok.

Of course, the world loves proving you wrong.

A week goes by without any bumps, things falling back into place slowly after Jeongin’s death. Seungmin can’t quite explain it but something still feels wrong, this nagging feeling in the back of his brain. On more than one occasion he’d find you in the bedroom you two shared now, sitting on the edge and just staring at the wall, eyes glassed over. It was like you were a million miles away. You couldn’t even hear him when he’d call out your name several times until he has to shake you back into your body.

Every single time you’d tell him you were ok, just tired but Seungmin didn’t believe you. If he’s honest, he’s scared. He can’t help but feel like he’s losing you even when you’re right in front of him. Something dark is trying to take you away from him, but he’ll be damned if he lets that happen.

Things get worse though.

Tensions have been running high. You easily snap at the smallest things, the slightest inconvenience sends you reeling. Seungmin is the only one who can calm you down, the boys practically avoiding you when you’re about to blow. On days like this he feels like his grip on you slips even more.

Not only that but Jisung and Hyunjin have been at each others throats nonstop. It reminds you of freshman year of high school, when the two boys could not get along, constantly bickering and fighting. It had nearly torn your friend group apart.

So you’re not surprised to come back home from a quick supply run with Seungmin to a yelling match between the two of them. Dumb insults are being thrown around and you are sure that there is an even dumber reason as to why they were fighting.

Minho is off to the side, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose and his eyes squeezed shut. You can tell the older is so done with the two of them, having probably already tried to stop them but had all but given up.

The two are in each others faces, guns waving around in an unsafe manner as they practically spit in each others faces.

“What the fuck is going on,” You cut them off, your voice piercing. You want to make it clear that you are not in the mood to deal with this.

“Fuck you Han Jisung,” They ignore you, continuing their fight as if you had never even entered the room.

“You’d like to wouldn’t you? Is that why you’re always trying to pick a fight? This isn’t how you get someone in bed with you Hwang Hyunjin,”

Hyunjin’s nostrils flare as he pushes Jisung back harshly. You’re starting to get real annoyed at their childish fight. They were being so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if zombies started showing up at their ruckus. You’re about to tell them to cut it out before a gunshot rings out, startling everyone in the room. You flinch and instinctively duck at the sound. Seungmin quickly throws himself over to you, hugging your frame to his body in order to shield you.

But when you look up it’s not you who has been shot. Hyunjin is still standing somehow, a hand pressing to his neck but it does nothing to stop his blood from spurting from the wound. His eyes are blown wide in shock, staring at Jisung in disbelief. The latter has already dropped the gun, having gone white as a sheet, his hands trembling.

Hyunjin seems to be trying to say something but the only thing coming out is gurgles and broken words, but you’re pretty sure everyone can hear the strained ‘Jisung’ that slips from his blood stained lips. It doesn’t take long before his strength leaves his body, falling to the ground, dead.

The room is deadly silent in the aftermath. No one moves a single inch.

“I’m- oh my god. Fuck I. I thought the safety was on. I didn’t. I didn’t think. I- Oh my god,” Jisung beings to ramble, his voice wavering in disbelief at what has just happened. He’s on the verge of a panic attack or a mental break down. Minho attempts to reach out to him to try and comfort him but Jisung simply slaps his hand away, scared that he might kill the older on accident too.

You make your way over to Jisung, no emotion showing on your face, nothing to give away what exactly is going on in your mind. In fact, there’s only one thing on your mind when you pull the gun out from your holster, pushing it into Jisung’s temple.

His eyes go wide, shaking his head as he pleads for his life. “Wait. No. You can’t be s-serious! It was an accident! I didn’t. I did-“ You don’t have time to hear his excuses. Your friend is dead on the floor over some arbitrary argument. In your jumbled mind, this is the only thing that makes sense.

You pull the trigger.

Jisung flops dead next to Hyunjin and the next thing your brain registers is Minho slapping the gun out of your hand. It feels oddly like deja vu and you’re brought back to the vivid memories of Jeongin’s death. Minho’s fingers are curled into the collar of your shirt, rage overtaking his features.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU,” He shakes you rather violently in his grasp. You still haven’t shown a single emotion on your face.

“Hm? What do you mean? Jisung killed Hyunjin, so therefore we should put Jisung down. Isn’t that only fair?”

“Fair? Do you fucking hear yourself? You just killed Jisung for no reason!”

“And didn’t Jisung just kill Hyunjin for no reason?”

“So what? We just go around killing friends if they make a mistake?”

“A mistake that cost another one of our friends lives,”

“So what you’re saying is that we should have put a bullet in your brain the moment you didn’t come back home with Felix and Changbin?” Your eyes narrow dangerously, snarling at the male in front of you.

“How was that my fucking fault? Felix was tripped by a zombie and Changbin went back after him. That was HIS choice. You can’t blame me for that” Minho looks like he’s seconds from strangling you. So you make it worse, something you were good at. “what are you so fucking mad for? Upset you can’t get your dick wet anymore?”

Minho slaps you straight across the face. You know you deserve it.

“Fuck you, you crazy fucking bitch,” Minho spits in your face before pushing you back, stomping away.

Even though he had hit you with as much strength as he could, you can barely feel where he had struck you. Your body is all too numb to register anything.

Seungmin has been eerily quiet this whole time, not saying anything until he comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your middle to pull you flush to his chest. Your head falls back onto his shoulder, staring at the white ceiling.

“Do you think I’m crazy Min?” Your voice is quiet, a distinct tiredness laced under your words.

“You did what you had to do love,” He mutters, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You both know he didn’t answer the question.

It doesn’t even surprise you when you find Minho gone the next day, half of your supplies missing. You can’t find it in you to even care, he could have taken everything if he really wanted to. You’re sat on the edge of the bed with Seungmin beside you, your eyes foggy as you stare at the white wall. He’s got your hand in his lap, thumb tracing over your knuckles.

Seungmin can no longer ignore the fact that the person he had fallen in love with was gone. Lost somewhere inside the recesses of your brain, tangled in the strings of your sanity. Still, Seungmin is so deeply and irrevocably in love with you. That would never change. No matter how far you fall, he’d be there to pick you up.

Besides, he knows it’s not your fault. You’ve been pushed too far, past the point of no return.

You know it too. How many times have you told Seungmin to just leave? That there was no way he could be in love with the person you had become. Seungmin would be better off by himself, far away from you. But he’d just hold you a little tighter, run a hand through your hair and whisper how much he loved you. The two of you would spend hours like this, wrapped up in each other, trying to pretend the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

In the end you didn’t really want him to leave. You were too selfish. You need Seungmin.

And he needs you just as much. Which is why he easily agrees to your little plan.

The two of you find yourselves on the roof of the nearest tallest building, standing mere inches away from the ledge. You watch as the sun sets, an orange red glowing in the sky. Had you not known the earth was all but doomed, you’d find it beautiful. Especially for your last moments.

You turn to face Seungmin, only to find he’s already looking at you, that adoring look in his eyes. It makes you wonder how he can still look at you like that, when you’re making him do something like this.

“Are you sure?” You ask, voice rough. Though if you were honest, everything about you was rough now. Tangled hair, sunken in cheekbones and permanent dark circles under your eyes. The clothes around your frame were baggy from how much weight you had lost since this all started. Seungmin still finds you beautiful.

He comes over to slide his palm against your jaw and you lean instinctively into his warm touch. It amazes you that his simple touch could bring you so much comfort.

“Of course,” And he says it with such conviction that you don’t argue. You’re far too tired to argue anyways. As selfish as it is, you don’t think you could do it without Seungmin anyway.

Seungmin’s watching you intently, stroking your cheeks. He knows how tired you are, how much pain you’re in, to the point where you just want everything to stop. You’ve suffered so much, the burden of being their leader was too heavy for you alone to carry. Despite the circumstances, Seungmin thinks you had been a good leader, you had done the best you could. You had sacrificed everything for them, including your sanity. Seungmin is proud of you. He always would be.

All Seungmin wants is for you to be happy. He’d give you the whole world if it hadn’t gone to utter shit.

So if this is what you need? If this is what it takes for you to finally be at peace? Then he’ll do it. He’d do anything for you.

Seungmin pulls your face forward, slotting his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around him, letting your head tilt to deepen the embrace, making sure he can feel all the love you have for him pouring into him. Until it seeps into his bones. Because you know. You both know that it’s your last.

Seungmin had made love to you earlier, after the two of you agreed on the plan. You both had needed it, wanted it. It was just another last thing you two would do together. The way he held you afterwards had made you cry, how he held you like you were the most precious thing to him in the world. It had made you feel guilty, that you just couldn’t bring yourself to continue going on. Seungmin knew, and he could never be so selfish to make you go on when you simply couldn’t.

Besides, he was selfish himself. Seungmin doesn’t think he can bear watching you further lose yourself to the darkness.

The two of you pull away and you slide your hand into his. He gives your conjoined hands a gentle squeeze. Even now he’s still reassuring you. The two of you step up on the edge, the sun having just fallen over the horizon.

Seungmin feels oddly at peace, standing here with you. At least he was putting his fate into his own hands and there was no one he’d rather be with then you in this moment.

Because at the end, it was Seungmin who had stayed with you. Who had promised you forever and Seungmin has never lied to you.

“Minnie?”

He hums in response.

“I love you,”

“I love you too. Until the very end,”

Both of you lean forward.

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When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them

Huh Yunjin x Nakamura Kazuha

Length: 2830 words

Tags: idol x idol, falling in love, getting the hots for someone, in heat but totally not gay, sweaty and scared, in denial, lesbian sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, turning-someone-gay kink, making out, passionate sex, squirting, rubbing on each other, pit licking, pit kink, taking control, totally_straight!Yunjin / confident!Kazuha

TW: disclaimer: it's just a fic with kinks--no, you can't turn people gay/straight with force, but you should know that

Inspiration: @friskyriskywhisky once send an ask a looooong time ago with "J-line getting all the girls" and this suddenly came up, so I made this.

(A/N: Hope you like this idol x idol piece with a fucking great ship tbh. L4 is still in the works)

"Hurry up, we're pressed for time."

The photographer slaps his thigh repeatedly, each smack transferring his stress to everyone around him. Kazuha quickly steps up, with her simple yet addictingly beautiful outfit and long strands of chocolate colored hair. Her bandmate however is still nowhere to be seen.

"Where is the other?" the photographer sighs and turns to one of the staff members. The woman shrugs and walks towards the dressing room, shouting one name over and over again.

"Yunjin! Yunjin, hurry up! We don't have all day!"

"I'm sorry!" Yunjin shouts in panic as she sprints out from underneath her stylists busy hands, through other staff members until she's right next to Kazuha.

"Ah perfect," the photographer says and picks up his large camera. "The behind the scenes team is also ready, so please get into position. Facing each other, hands on—you know the drill."

The two girls nod, it's not their first shooting session after all. Business as usual, one could say, nothing too special, too crazy—yet something is building up. You never know, until it's too late.

My heart is beating faster, Yunjin thinks and takes a deep breath. I should not have sprinted here.

"A bit closer please," the photographer gestures with his hands.

Kazuha takes a confident step forward, Yunjin hesitates.

That's a bit too close—wait, what is this? Why does she smell so good?

"Try to lock eyes, gaze a little," he shouts with anticipation.

Kazuha has her eyes already locked on target, when Yunjin slowly raises her head.

Wha—do-don't look at me like that!

For a fraction of a second, a smirk. Yunjin can barely keep her wrist on the younger's shoulder.

"Perfect."

Perfect indeed. Fuck, why is she so pretty?

Kazuha smirks.

No matter how fierce and cool her facade is, Yunjin can't hide it anymore. She averts her eyes, her head to the side and, as if her heart is directly connected to her lips, she cracks a wide, shy smile. Kazuha joins her and they both begin to giggle.

"Nice, nice, very good," the photographer praises and someone from the behind the scenes crew gives a thumbs up. "Great content, well done girls."

"Shall we go again?" Kazuha asks, her lips still formed in a cheerful smile, and Yunjin can't help but stare. If it were up to her—

Please, again, Zuha.

Wait, fuck, what am I even thinking?

"It was perfect, I think we got everything,” the photographer responds. “Time for your solo pictures."

Kazuha gives a thumbs up and tries to leave the set, but Yunjin is still frozen before her, eyes a bit teary, arms a bit shaky, her smile a bit wider than usual.

"Yunjin-unnie, would you please—"

"Ahhh, of course, Zuha," Yunjin jumps and flails before getting out of Kazuha's way. "Sorry, I'm a bit lost today."

"Nah, it's fine," Kazuha waves her Unnies' worries off. "It's kinda cute."

With a wink the younger girl disappears behind the dressing room door. Yunjin's face starts to burn. The rosy flush that was about to settle on her features turns to the red of fire and no fire truck can cool off her heart right now. Flames engulf it again and again, as if someone keeps pouring gasoline on it.

What's wrong with her today? No, what's wrong with me today? Just a photoshoot, and of course she is pretty, Chaewon is pretty too, Sakura too—no, that's not it.

But she smells so good, and her smile, those lips, the way she is confident yet acts shy at the same time—

Yunjin reaches for one of the water bottles and settles down, somewhere far away from the clicking of the cameras. No behind the scenes footage of her should exist right now, it's already a bit embarrassing that they captured her being somewhat unprofessional earlier.

Seriously, get your act together, She tells herself. What about it? Not that I haven’t seen pretty people before, not that I like girls that way. Probably just overworked, curse this comeback schedule.

A couple of minutes later, Kazuha steps out of the dressing room, a blanket wrapped around her body. It hides her new outfit and her great body. For some reason, Yunjin has to think of the latter first, but she tries to shake it off and takes another sip from her bottle.

“Ready for the final set of pictures?” the photographer asks as one of the stylists combs and curls the final strands of Kazuha’s immaculate hair.

“Yes, where should I put this blanket?”

“Just put it on the floor, we’ll focus on your upper body for now.”

Like the curtains to a theatrical masterpiece, the gray blanket rolls off of Kazuha’s shoulder to reveal something so marvelous, Yunjin almost spits out the water in her mouth, shit.

The japanese girl wears a large, open cardigan loosely hanging from one of her shoulders. Tight skinny jeans wrap around her hips, but thank God they do not hide her belly button and chiseled abs, the product of hard work and divine favoritism. What makes Yunjin gawk the most however is the exposed part of skin above Kazuha’s chest, a biteable collarbone, a lickable shoulder, fuck, I’d bite and lick my way up to her lips, oh my God, she is so fucking hot.

Her Dongsaeng begins to take poses and make expressions that strike Yunjin’s body with heat, from head to toes, but most importantly, around her heart and at her crotch. Her eyes linger on the skin as she fans air to herself, but every attempt at cooling her off is futile. Kazuha just goes on, face disinterested, hand placed to the side of her head—that’s just personal now.

Yunjin tries to turn around, rather looking at the white concrete wall instead of the flawless skin she'd love to place hickeys on—she already failed and continues to stare. She can feel a tiny trail of her own wetness run down her trembling thighs and her drooling mouth falls open slowly. Luckily, no one is paying attention to her right n—

The camera. Behind the scene footage of her at the worst possible time. There is no explaining the rosiness of her cheeks or the glassiness of her eyes. Yunjin turns away from the camera and then back to it.

"Ah," she groans and dramatically fans air to herself. "It's so hot today, I—I need some water."

Shit, that was so stupid, Yunjin thinks as she tries to laugh it off. To make it worse, the cameraman gets closer, confused at the joke and her expression. Yunjin makes a finger heart, then hides her face in embarrassment.

Oh my God, I'm such an idiot. The only thing hot here is Zuha, for fucks sake. Why am I tripping so hard?

Why is she making me trip so hard?

Yunjin twists in turns underneath her sheets. It’s too hot beneath them, but it’s impossible for her to fall asleep without it. Sweat builds up on her legs, cooling them; it’s completely different in between her legs. The liquid building up there just makes the heat worse, it makes her more desperate and pushes her into a frenzy.

I need her so bad. Zuha, you make me go crazy!

Yunjin opens her eyes. The surprisingly strong light of the moon shines through the open window, onto the bed beside her. In their dorm, Yunjin shares a room with the person she longs for—it feels more like a curse than a blessing as of now though. Kazuha’s toned back, partially covered by her sports bra, is turned to Yunjin, but it suffices to start the elders' fantasies.

Zuha, I-I want to feel her skin, the shoulders, the back, then the abs, God, those hard, perfect abs. I need to grab them, hng.

Fuck it.

“Zuha, are you still awake?” Yunjin whispers, her voice seconds before breaking, her fingers entangled in the hem of her shorts.

“Yes, Unnie,” Kazuha whispers back and turns around. She looks beautifully sleepy, eyes narrow, blanket pressed to her chest. Small beads of sweat on her temple show that she is somewhat hot as well. “You keep turning all the time, it’s pretty loud.”

“I-I’m sorry about that, bu-but—” Yunjin takes a deep breath.

“—it’s your fault, Zuha-yah.”

Yunjin climbs out of her bed and walks over to Kazuha’s. The Japanese girl looks at her confused and sits upright on the mattress. Yunjin can’t help but stare down at the perfect figure, the heaving chest, the thick thighs, I’m so sorry, Kazuha.

“I need you, Zuha.”

“Unnie? What’s wrong with you?”

“Please touch me.”

Yunjin pulls down her shorts to about her knees to reveal her shaven crotch drenched in slick arousal. She squirms and shivers when a tiny breeze comes through the wide open window, her eyes are unable to look at Kazuha, yet it is the only thing she wants to look at.

“Please, Zuha-yah, your fi-fingers, I—”

Yunjin’s voice is tiny, very weak. She is not sure Kazuha even hears the words, let alone understand what she means. It's a tense moment where fear and arousal reach a new peak for Yunjin, I can’t think of anything else—what have I done? This was stupid.

Suddenly, hands on Yunjin’s hips, a warm touch on both sides. When she re-opens her eyes, Kazuha’s face is on eye-level with her and so close. Lips could almost touch, and Yunjin breaths heavily through her nostrils as she becomes stiff. Kazuha looks unimpressed.

“I did not know you swing this way, Unnie,” she says and pulls Yunjin onto the bed, having her face close at all times. “I thought you liked guys.”

“W-well, I, uhm—ah!”

Yunjin moans long and deep when Kazuha’s palm suddenly cups her pussy. A long drag by the middle finger, from her entrance, over her lips and clit to her navel—Kazuha has her pinned to the bed with a single digit. The younger idol smiles for a second but then her unimpressed, somewhat annoyed expression returns and she blows air on Yunjin’s cheeks.

“Ts, you can’t even admit it. That is kinda sad.”

Kazuha’s hand roams Yunjin’s tummy, then moves up and over the mid-sized, covered breasts. Yunjin groans as her hard nipples get rubbed through the fabric, the jolt of stimulation sends her hips upwards. She is bucking them upwards, please Kazuha, touch me, use your hands, but instead, Kazuha put one hand beneath Yunjin’s head.

“Where do you want this?” Kazuha asks and drags her finger over Yunjin’s chest again while forcing her head to watch with the pillow-like hand.

“A-at my cro-crotch.”

“Aw, Unnie, that was nothing. Try again.”

“I-I want them in my p-pussy, plea-please.”

“Almost there, Unnie.”

“Please, Kazuha, finger my pussy!”

“Good girl, Yunjin.”

Kazuha wastes no time and quickly searches for Yunjin’s slit. Quick rubs over Yunjin’s clit makes the elders head go haywire, before Kazuha inserts two of her digits into the wet cavern. Yunjin moans loudly, her body instinctively trying to force the fingers to move in order to feel them craze her cunt. Kazuha pulls them out however and rolls her eyes.

“So greedy,” she says and makes Yunjin look at her awaiting cunt, fingers not inside anymore. “Greedy girls don’t get what they want, Yunjin.”

“Kazuha, please,” Yunjin whines and pouts her dry lips.

“Admit it,” Kazuha says sternly, ring finger circling Yunjin’s clit. “Or are you just a bit lost today, like earlier, during the shoot? Do you like guys, and hope that I am one of them? It’s just a phase, huh? Not real feelings, just something that you talked yourself into, right?”

“Hng.”

Yunjin groans, her face burning from desire and shame, a lot of uncertainty engulfing her, but at the same time, the answer, the right answer is so painfully obvious. Kazuha is so hot, hotter than any person ever, literally flawless, and her fingers are so close, ah!

“Say it, Yunjin.

“Say it.”

“Ka-Kazuha, you—

“—you made me gay!”

Kazuha smiles and slams her hand onto Yunjin’s pussy. The short burst of pain makes Yunjin gasp, but what leaves her truly speechless is the two fingers that start to pump and curl inside her heat. Kazuha pulls Yunjin’s hair, makes her look at how eagerly her cunt takes the digits. Yunjin can’t deal with it, her mind goes blank, her moans become feral. She screams repeatedly when Kazuha makes sure that her palm grinds vigorously on her clit

“Ruin this bed, Yunjin,” Kazuha groans, her voice becoming lower and more sultry. “Sweat on it, drool on it, cum on it. Spray your juice all over it and you’ll be a good gay girl.”

Kazuha! You’re so good at this, I want nothing more, only your touch, your fingers, your body! I’m so gay for you, ah!

“Kazuha, I-I’m so close—no, I’m cumming!”

Kazuha giggles and focuses on Yunjin’s clit more. No more words, just a booming scream that fills the entire dorm, even the street outside. Someone standing beneath the window, however high it may be up, surely knows what’s happening upstairs in the shared room. Someone launches their nectar out of her cunt in an orgasmic release while the other smiles and kisses her tenderly, continuously teasing the entrance to get a bit more squirt out.

Your fingers, your lips, Kazuha~

“You came so much, Yunjin,” Kazuha says happily, rosy cheeks and the biggest of smiles. Yunjin loses herself in the younger’s hazelnut eyes, her own full with tears of overstimulation. Suddenly, Kazuha starts to remove Yunjin’s bra, then undresses herself. Before Yunjin can react, they are both fully naked and Kazuha is on top of her, breasts, abs and pussies rubbing against each other.

“You have an amazing figure, Yunjin. Bigger breasts and a firm butt.”

Kazuha gently slaps the latter and watches Yunjin melt even more into the wet bed.

“Y-you too, Kazuha. I-I want to touch all of it.”

“Then do it, silly,” Kazuha chuckles. “Your arms have been stiff this entire time. Just feel me up—or do you like this more?”

Kazuha entangles her fingers with Yunjins and then pins both her hands above her head onto a pillow. Yunjin looks and feels even more open now, as her sweaty, smooth pits are exposed and her amazing figure is in perfect view now.

“Kazuha~”

“You like this, don’t you? My gay little girl wants me to touch her more, right?”

“Yes~”

With a big smirk, Kazuha starts to grind on Yunjin. Stiff nipples rub stiff nipples, a hard clit rubs another hard clit, curves and curves start to become one entity. Kazuha kisses all over Yunjin’s face, from ear to ear, over cheeks, chin or nose, until they engage in a passionate make out session, which urges Kazuha to grind her cunt faster on Yunjin’s.

“You like this, Yunjin?” Kazuha asks, lips still loosely connected to Yunjins. Drool runs from her mouth as she nods. Kazuha shifts the focus of her tongue further down and then suddenly to the right, orbs still locked with the heavily breathing, moaning girl below her.

“What about this?”

Gently, Kazuha starts to lick across Yunjin’s exposed pit, the salty sweat hitting her taste buds, but instead of making her back off, they urge her to lick faster. Yunjins mouth is agape, her hips begin to work in tandem with Kazuhas to give more stimulation to her dripping pussy.

“B-but it’s s-so sweaty,” Yunjin stutters, against the natural reaction of her body which is to succumb to Kazuha’s marvelous play on this sensitive spot.

“That’s why I like it so much,” Kazuha responds in a sexy hum and kisses, sucks even on the skin in the pit; everything to push the whimpering girl into another orgasm, which works faster than she would have imagined. A lot more quietly this time, Yunjin’s wets the bed and her legs in a fountain-like squirt while Kazuha makes out with her hairless armpit.

A little more than a minute later, the two of them lay in their own beds, dressed in new clothes, breaths still quick, but trying to sleep nonetheless. Yunjin faces the wall, in heaven and at the same time embarrassed. She tries to close her eyes, but they can’t stay closed yet. She turns to Kazuha’s bed and peeks right into Kazuha’s sleepy face.

“Sleep tight, Unnie. Try not to keep me awake this time.”

“S-sure, Zuha.”

Yunjin wobbles to the breakfast table. Kazuha and Chaewon are already sitting and eating their cereal, while Sakura is in the kitchen making coffee. Yunjin’s heart beats faster, but she tries to play it cool and just sits down next to Kazuha like she usually does. As she reaches for the cereal however, Chaewon slams her hands on the table and her face turns bright red.

“You-you are a screamer!” she shouts at Yunjin. “Control your voice next time, jeez!”

The room goes deadly silent, as if all the life had been snapped away.

“Huh?!”

(A/N2: Adding some Kazuha and Yunjin for beauty appreciation just because!)

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #le sserafim yunjin smut #le sserafim smut #lesserafim smut #yunjin smut #kazuha smut #idol x idol smut #le sserafim kazuha smut

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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So uh… Shigaraki cucking Dabi after Reader shows up at his place and is like: “I’m petty and horny, wanna bang?” Fic when?

In the Late Hours of the Night

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Slight yandere themes (wants to keep you because of your pussy), NSFW, Dom!Shigaraki, vaginal sex, oral sex, finger fucking, consensual sex, degradation, slapping, sadism/masochism, hair pulling, Reader cheats on Dabi, Dabi is an asshole (he probably cheats on you too tbh), edging, overstimulating, light spanking

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You’re so fucking mad at Dabi, so you know what you decide to do? You’re going to get some revenge. After him coming home so late all the time, probably out getting drunk and doing fuck knows what, you rifle through his phone until you find what you’re looking for: Shigaraki’s contact information.

You don’t even bother texting him, you just show up at his door. Knocking quite loudly, the door bursts open, revealing a truly well built man with dry skin and shaggy, light blue hair.

“What do you- oh…aren’t you Dabi’s chick?”

You cross your arms. “It depends.”

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Depends on what?”

“How good you fuck me. You gonna let me in, or are we doing this on the porch?”

He narrows his eyes at you before grabbing you by the front of your shirt and pulling you inside. Closing the barrier, he shoves you up against the door. You can feel just how dry his hands are as one clasps around your upper arm.

“I didn’t know Dabi liked a bitch who runs her mouth so much. Someone should really teach you a lesson and take you in hand.”

You feel his nose bump against your neck as he begins sucking on a sweet spot that has you moaning.

“Yeah? That someone gonna be you?” You wrap your leg around his thigh, pulling the front of his shirt close to you. You drag your tongue all the way from jaw to cheek bone.

Fuck, you can feel his raging boner. Sticking your hand down his black jeans, you can feel how hot his cock is, twitching from you slightly jerking him with minuscule movements due to the restriction of his pants.

You can hear his black tv playing the sounds of an old Mario game, the screen being the only thing lighting up the room. It makes you wanna fuck him right in front of the old school Nintendo console.

You push him back before running at him, attaching yourself to him. You wrap your legs and arms around him, kissing his jaw, his neck, his lips. You pull on the ends of his hair.

He doesn’t like that, doesn’t like the pain. He slams you down on the couch and slaps you none too lightly.

You like the pain though. You’re a whore for it. Shiggy takes off his shirt, revealing a toned body rippling with muscle.

You immediately start removing your jeans, working your cotton panties down with them, kicking your shoes off in order to finally free yourself of the clothing. Your shirt, bra, and socks follow quickly, and as soon as you’re done, Shigaraki is towering over you in all of his naked glory.

Fuck, his dick is bigger than you thought it would be.

“You sure you wanna do this, sweets?” He places his hands on your thighs, spreading them slowly.

Are you sure you want to do this? You love Dabi, but you can’t stand him being so mysterious anymore. Sure, it was attractive at first. The darkness clinging to him, the charm his confidence exuded. However, as time passed, you grew weary when he’d stumble into bed at six am smelling like booze and cigarettes. He never would divulge his whereabouts to you no matter how hard you’d press, telling you, “It’s none of your fuckin’ business, bitch”.

Well, if it’s none of your fuckin’ business, then this isn’t any of his either. So, you wriggle your hips a little, sliding down some on the couch. Shigaraki doesn’t need to be told anything else. He presses a chaste kiss against your wet and hot pussy, his lips creating a friction that your unaccustomed to. You’re more used to metal binders and burnt flesh, but this is unique, and you welcome his dry lips with a moan.

If anything, he really knows how to put his tongue to good use. You can imagine the muscle has been built from sticking it out in concentration during his games. You find it an amusing notion to ponder while he’s eating your cunt like he’ll never see another one for the rest of his life.

He swirls his tongue around your little bead, the one sending convulses throughout your body, making you press your mound further into his cavern. He sucks and nips you so passionately, shoving two digits knuckle deep up in your throbbing walls.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come! You’re gonna make me come, Shiggy!”

He bites your thigh, withdrawing his fingers from you and diving back in to build up your orgasm again and again.

“Not yet. I want you dumb and fucked out for me before I even think about letting you come. You’re not even going to be able to say your name let alone think of it.”

You whine and squirm on the couch, but he has a bruising grip on your knees, keeping them apart so that he can send you up in the clouds. Finally, FINALLY, you can hear him slurping up your come as he lets you experience an orgasm.

You run your hands through your hair, panting as you stare at Mario on the tv screen. You look down at him as he stands up and hefts you over his shoulder, slapping your ass as he takes you over to the bedroom.

He puts you down more gently than you would expect, but then he’s crawling on you, pinning your arms down, shoving your legs apart with each foot until he’s pressing his aching dick against your buzzing apex.

“W-wait, I…”

He grazes your earlobe with his teeth and squeezes your arms with raw strength.

“I waited so that you could feel good. It's my turn now.”

And fuck, he makes the both of you feel so good. He fills you up, his cock lacking the metal piercings Dabi has but not lacking in length or girth. He fucks into you, knocking your lips with his base. As he hovers over you on his elbow, holding your arm with his free hand, you can see the bulge of his muscles, and fuck, you’re really horny for this croaking bastard.

“Shig-Sh-Shigar-ahhh!”

You can’t even say his name as he presses so deeply inside of you, hitting that tiny spot of pleasure and bullying it. He makes you squirt all over his dick, but you know he won’t stop until he comes.

Shigaraki hooks your knee over his shoulder, plummeting into you, pumping you with the vigor of an excited stallion. He’s feral and wild, changing pace from hard and fast to soft and fast and then back to what he started with. Never slow, however. He wouldn’t dare give you a break.

With the new position, you find yourself clutching the sheets and throwing your head back, begging him for something, anything.

“Please!”

“Please what?” he rasps into your neck.

You can feel his sweat dripping onto your neck and chest.

“P-please?!”

His fingers grab your jaw, forcing your eyes on his. “Please what?” he repeats in equal parts amusement and annoyance.

You shake your head from side to side. “Don’t know! Want you! Please?”

“Well, you already have me between your legs. What more do you want?”

There he goes again, tormenting that little pearl of ecstasy in your walls, rubbing up against it with the fat head of his cock.

You’re not even thinking straight anymore at this point. You don’t respond to him, simply begging him for something unknown, just repeating the word “please” over and over again until you come on his cock, drenching it with your hot and milky juices.

Fuck, you have no idea how much you’re turning this man on.

He flips you over, stomach side down. Shigaraki can’t help himself. He licks your asscheek and bites it, bites it hard enough to leave teethmarks in the hill of your flesh. He chuckles to himself, watching your horny reactions as he smacks and slaps away at your ass before entering your lips once again.

Your pussy swallows his thick cock, crying as he stuffs you so well that a bulge in your tummy forms. You can feel the toned muscles of his abs smooth against your back, and you thrust your hips back to meet his, accommodating his dick, keeping up with his pace.

Your guttural groans drip with honey, velvety music to his ears. He wants to hear you sing louder for him, cry harder for him, scream with pleasure for him!

Your head lowers, further and further into the pillow, unable to keep yourself up any longer. You breathe heavily into his musky pillow, grabbing handfuls of the blankets and sheets underneath your sensitive body.

Shigaraki watches the energy drain from you with a vicious smile. He’s watching you get fucked out right before his eyes, and he grabs your hair, pulling you flush against his chest once more.

“Funny how you came here to jump my bones. Now, you can’t even keep up with me. Fucking whore. Lie there and take it, you little slut.”

He lets go of you, letting your head drop and bounce against the pillow. Your ears burn from the humiliation of the truth, but your clit roils with it as well.

The angle he’s hitting you with makes you raise your hips, arching your back. You want it deeper, harder, and he gives you exactly what you want.

By the end, you can’t count how many times you end up coming, can’t even think of how many times he came in or on you, rubbing his seed into your skin with a sardonic grin on his face. You fall asleep on the bed next to him, and true to his word, you can barely think of your own name.

In the morning, Shiggy doesn’t necessarily want to let such good pussy go home. He would like to keep you here with him forever, wake up to you and fuck you. Snuggle up next to you before bed and have his way until he collapses from exhaustion, but he sends you on your way with a pat on the ass, making you walk home with dry come clinging to you underneath your clothes.

However, you don’t exactly care. That was one of the best nights you’ve ever had. Now, you just have to go home and deal with Dabi. He’s probably wondering where you are, and he’ll probably wonder where you got all of these bite marks and bruises from.

Eh. Doesn’t matter too much. You can just tell him it’s none of his fuckin’ business.

#triggering content #triggering themes #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki tomura

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meitantei-shitpost · 17 days

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Detco m27 spoilers under the cut!!! ⚠️

So. I figured I would rant a little about the big reveal that’s been going around as I’ve already been spoiled. I’m not a huge kaishin shipper although I did do a big bang event a while back. But to anyone who does ship kaishin, I’m begging you, please don’t delete your works.

Please don’t delete your fics, art, or blogs!!! They are precious works of art that you’ve worked so hard on. I don’t want to see any of it lost.

Detective Conan canon is ridiculous! If we cared about canon we wouldn’t be making all of this stuff in the first place. It’s been over 20 years and we’re suddenly supposed to accept this reveal? Hell nah. Make an AU where that shit did not happen and keep shipping it. It doesn’t matter and I imagine the fandom will already have some sort of AU tag ready that excludes movie 27 from canon (if movie 27 even ends up becoming canon).

Also, don’t bully anyone for still shipping kaishin! It doesn’t make you morally superior and it’s okay if people ship something you don’t like. Akemi and Akai dated and were cousins in canon so tbh it’s kinda par for the course in the franchise. Also in hannin no hanzawa hanzawa has a huge crush on his cousin. Idk what’s going on in this series anymore 💀

I’ve been on dcmk tumblr for about 7 years now and the fandom is honestly such a small, wholesome group. This is the first time we’ve had any real “drama” and I don’t want it to tear us apart. I hope that kaishin shippers keep doing what they’re doing regardless of whatever Gosho is cooking up.

(I also just think the whole situation is super funny. This truly is the fandom’s 9/11 I have been cackling at the absurdity. He really dropped that bomb after decades 😭😭)

#m27 spoilers #the million dollar pentagram #detective Conan movie 27 #movie 27 spoilers #detco spoilers #dcmk

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fairyhaos · 1 year

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seventeen and exams

how i think seventeen will study for important exams

notes: inspired by me, and my friends, who are currently going through exams. tag yourself y'all, im jeonghan

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seungcheol:

tries to study rlly hard, spends an hour looking over his notes then proclaims loudly that test scores don't actually matter and you shouldn't base someone's self-worth on a bunch of numbers before throwing his stuff into the air. before he goes into the exam, he tells everyone to not expect anything from him. gets practically full marks.

jeonghan:

one of those superstitious people who says that eating chocolate before having an exam helps you perform better. the members still don't know whether he actually believes it or uses it as an excuse to eat half a box of chocolate before his exams. meditates (prays) with minghao on the day of the exam. crams in the two days before, pulls all-nighters and is all charged up in caffeine and sugar. scores super high, so does it all again next time too

joshua:

goes round telling everyone to do your best!!! your best is all that you can do when it comes to tests and don't feel bad if you fail, especially if you're mingyu or seungkwan!!!! tutors the younger members in maths/ english when they get stuck, literally looks like a cute nerdy uni tutor when he puts on his rimmed glasses. claps when everyone gets their results, never tells anyone what his were

junhui:

firm believer of Winging It. hoshi swears that junhui has photographic memory or smth bc if anyone ever has a question about the material he answers back in record time despite having not looked at his notes Once ever since he wrote them in class. gets the third highest score out of all of them. is basically a genius trapped in a catboy's body

hoshi:

almost kills himself trying to cram for his exam a week before. lives on energy drinks, cookies and sometimes the carrot sticks that joshua brings him. gets asked by wonwoo if he's slept at all, answers with "red". can barely focus on the paper when he's in the actual exam bc he's so tired. is going to go back into hibernation once he's done the exam, couldn't care less about the result anymore

wonwoo:

he's a nerd, so he gets full marks. makes a three month study plan, ends up only following the first month of it and the last two weeks of it. randomly yells questions at junhui at various times during the day, gets increasingly more exasperated when the guy keeps getting the answers right. stays up the night before the exam playing games, blacks out during the test but still does rlly well

woozi:

he's studying for it, okay, just not as intensely as soonyoung or wonwoo. makes a study plan that's less intense than hoshi's (admittedly, that guy doesn't even have a plan, he's just stu-dying), manages to actually follow through with it. asks joshua to help him with some stuff, buys the elder chocolate after the exam when he does well

minghao:

meditates his way through it. nah, he's studying too. is more relaxed about it, believes that half of the exam is just knowing the right way to word stuff. you could learn half the content and pass with high marks. and tbh, he's right. uses almost exclusively flashcards, carries them everywhere to randomly test himself n others. goes to joshua and junhui to double check his info, makes sure that hoshi's supply of cookies is all stocked up

mingyu:

prays to the gods. he knows he's smart enough to do all this, but has the attention span of a ball of wool and none of it is Staying in his head. steals some of jeonghan's chocolate, cries in wonwoo's bed after he's done the exam saying that he failed it. is pleased when his test scores come back and he finds that he Didn't fail it at all. the little shit smh

dokyeom:

either passes really well, or just barely doesn't make the pass. is practically joshua's permanent student. part-time studying partner of hoshi, part-time breakdown partner of seungkwan. also steals jeonghan's chocolate before the exam. is the most positive when they get their test scores, bouncing around and hyping everyone up so they don't feel too worried

seungkwan:

has a mental breakdown four (4) times while studying. declares himself done with revising a total of six (6) times. his room is a mess of papers and flashcards. followed the advice of people on the internet and bought a wall-covering whiteboard, which he's covered in red ink and his tears. has one last crying session with dokyeom in the corner of the living room the night before the exam. comes out of the hall saying how badly he messed up and makes the members feel so bad that mingyu buys him ice cream

vernon:

locks himself in his room, has his headphones on his head almost permanently. walks around the living room like he's never seen it before, stares blankly at all the members he encounters as if he's meeting them for the first time. no one knows what he's revising. or how he's revising. practically only comes out of his self-isolation the day of the exam, wishing everyone good luck before gliding out the door like some sort of spirit

chan:

is the one providing everyone with positive reinforcement even more than shua!! hypes everyone up, encouraging everyone to keep going. gives like 5 members shoulder massages every night. no one ever knows when he has time to revise by himself bc he's always sitting with someone and listening to them rant. does moderately well on his tests, is praised endlessly by his members bc they're so grateful for how much he helped them

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bnhxx · 10 months

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Coming out of my shell to say that I'm petitioning to be Leon's annoying little sister

Some platonic sibling hcs under the cut!!

Warnings: Platonic! Au, a little bit of sibling violence and A LOT of sibling banter, mentions of ptsd, drinking and alcoholism and events in RE2 and RE4

It's always I want him to rail me! I want his babies! And I can respect that I can I can but...have you ever considered being his annoying little baby sibling that adopts him as your new family member 😇

Like yeah nah bro I wanna annoy him and tease him for having no rizz AT ALL and just all around annoy tf outta him 😤

Like he's an orphan but not AnYmOrE, scooping this traumatised boy up and making him WISH he never met you but also is weirdly protective you who "adopted" him as their "sibling", and now won't stop saying "point and laugh!" out loud everytime he does smth stupid in the middle of the office when hes back from a mission.

Like, please he just needs an annoying little sibling in his life, I know I can't fix him but by God can I be the annoying little sister he so desperately needs in his life

Like....I KNOW his heels have never known the wrath of MY FEET clipping his shoes up when he's walking too slow but he NEEDS to 😭😭😭 I need to post this and find my PEOPLE

Also I feel like being a sibling vibe you'd have tagged along as a civilian in RE2, also not knowing what the fuck was going on but hey, you're in this fucked up shit together now ig. 🤷‍♀️ And you have some family/friends out of state so after the event you take him to chill at a beach or smth w your family/friends bc you're both well deserving of a fucking break while this ptsd hits the both of you

n everyone talks about how fucking awkward he was w Sherry in game but ayo hes REALLY feeling it now...

Like you're joking when you're like "it's like you've never been to one of these Leon 🤨"

N he just looks at you like "Yeah I haven't 😐"

AND YOU KAHSJEVDHEKEHEJE

"You're like 😶....bro....you have now been absorbed.....as my older brother"

And he's like 🧐🧐🧐 at first bc what??? How do I interact w these ppl??? Why me???? but ofc they love him, he's RE2 Leon and although he's super fucking traumatised and still awkward asf he just wants to make a good impression on his friends' close ones

Also he's like sitting there like damn,,,,,I wish I had that 😔

So you're like wELP noW yoU dO 🤪

And of course they're super grateful to him bc he saved you so they treat him nicely but he kinda gets that a lot so he's just like 🧍

So after you tell them hes now your older brother you've deemed it so 🤗 they just start to treat him like that and he just, doesn't know what to do??? Do I salute them, (y/n)???

Do it make him salute them for at least three weeks until you tell him absolutely no one does that and he was stupid for ever believing you 😈

Tbh I feel like this would work for the first couple of times until he mentions it at work in passing n everyone's like 🤨,,,,so then the next time he sees you he just has that pissed off older sibling face and he's coming for you so you better have ran like you did in Raccoon City kahsjehs 🏃‍♀️💨

But yeah after a while you guys stay in touch, he's training and drowning his pain with alcohol and you're trying to get him into more healthier ways of dealing w his pain as well as laughing at him kshsjdhsjs

your just sort of there to support him even when he's pushing you away bc no idiot I will not leave you alone when you're training I will watch and I will LAUGH when you fall. But I will also cheer you on when you win and give you my favourite hello kitty bandaid if you ever get hurt 🥰

And he's super grateful?? Bc your like this stable sort of annoying person who's there for him no matter what.

Like he knows he can come to yours to crash if he's had one too many drinks to holds his hair when he's puking his guts out hungover.

Yes you are there in the morning to laugh and yell at him for being stupid but he also saw the glass of water you left on the couch next to the ibuprofen and chuck bucket for him. And the little blankets and they you always seem to have waiting on him when he arrives

Yes you will be there to do it all over again if he comes walking to your place after he's drunk again.

And Yes, you will also be there to show him all the dumb photos you took of him drunk on your Kodak once they get developed and cackle in his face 😈

He like actually learns to take a load off with you and relax a little bc you have a bond and you weren't just saying that when you took his ass on holiday, you really meant you'd be there for him and it means a lot to him bc he's never really had that stability in his life before 😔

Also bc the trauma bonding you just get him ✨️ like you can both relate to the horrors you saw and what you unknowingly found out about Umbrella.

Like maybe you work w him in the field or just as an archivist or smth but you're helping him w this cause too, dealing w the same or similar shit he's been dragged into so ofc you guys form a bond w each other.

And so by the time RE4 rolls around imagine you're like talking him through his mission on the radio n he's soo serious around Ashley and Luis so you can't help it you burst out laughing bc he's so stiff, and he's like THIS is a LIFE and DEATH siTuAtiOn now do your fUcKiNg jOb SeNd me tHe coOrDiNatEs

And you're like okay okay grumpy pants 😈 I'll give you the coordinates but you have to say pwetty pwease w a cherry on top for me 🥰

If it were anyone else he'd turn the radio off and find it himself but bc he does care for you, and you're like the only stable platonic thing he's had in ages he's like cursing and swearing until he FINALLY caves in and does it

So you give him the coordinates and just as he's about to go back to almost dying your like "I got that recorded fyi" and he's just 😤😤😤 at Luis for no real reason other than his 'little shit of an adopted sibling' kwhsjshdhd

But also imagine randomly calling him constantly bc you're really worried for him bc this time your not there with him and it scares you

And he's like, I'm not dying here bc who else is gonna put up w your shithead behaviour??? n you're just like, 'aww Leon!! 🥺🥺'

So hes like 'yeah so stfu and let me do my mission 😤' but you swear you can hear the smile in his voice through the radio

OR if you're there, with him it's even MORE chaos kshdjdhdjdn

Like imagine Luis flirting w you n him being all protective older brother on you, n you're just like 🙄 siblings amirite, btw Leon that's a prime example of how to properly rizz someone up you loser 😇 n your not running from ganados this time your running from him (again) 🏃‍♀️💨

If you engage in sibling violence he's like, you haven't hit me once this whole mission n you're like, I'm giving you a vacation since we're running for our godamned lives out here n hes thinking like 🥺 my shins have never know rest like this before since I met you 🥺

but he just gives you a little smirk 'heh' or some one liner and that's it he did it to himself his shins indeed do NOT know rest 💀

Being teased by him more and more as he matures but dw, you're always there to annoy him back 😇 and run tf away when he gives that older sibling look like he's about to wreck your shit for ever thinking of crossing him lajsjsjsbs

#leon s kennedy #RE2 leon #re4 leon kennedy #RE2 leon kennedy #re4 leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon x y/n #platonic #.hc #spreading my WINGS w these tags #im deadass when i said i need to find my people please im begging #i cannot be the only one who wants to be a younger sibling to this man #mb its bc carlos and jill have me in an absolute CHOKEHOLD but...#i just saw this man in the RE4 remake like...lemme annoy him #PLEASE #luis makes it sm more easier to see how much fun it would be #endless hours of entertainment 😈

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nessinborderland · 1 year

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V-E-N-U-S (03)

Pairing: Rafe x plus size!Reader

Genre: smut, dark-ish fic

Word Count: 6 ,2k

Warnings ⚠️ Mildly Dubious Consent, Enemies to Lovers, more like Enemies to Enemies That Fuck tbh, Rafe Cameron Being an Asshole, mentions of bullying, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Mentions of death of a parent, Drinking, Drug Use, Rafe needs therapy asap, fatphobia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: The nickname he had given you in 8th grade was supposed to be ironic. In Rafe’s defense, he used to be a pretty stupid and cruel fourteen-year-old, as most kids that age are. So yeah, nicknaming the fat and nerdy chick Venus – like the goddess of sex and beauty – had been pretty hilarious in young Rafe's opinion.

What he would've never guessed was how much that name would fit you now as a grown woman.

Notes: Here is part 3! Enjoy 💖

AO3 | Masterlist | Part 1

You felt like you could finally breathe when you set foot inside your house, the familiar scent of beef strogonoff making your stomach grumble as you realized you were starving. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you rarely got hungry while working, doing a shift without much more than a granola bar and yogurt in your stomach.

But you were home now, and your body knew it, muscles relaxing and mouth salivating at the prospect of finally sitting down and having a nice meal. Maybe then you would forget about your shitty day – in particular your last conversation with Rafe. That had really soured your mood, a tension in your shoulders and neck that was starting to give you headaches.

Locking the door behind you, you dropped your backpack on a chair and sat on the floor with a tired exhale, taking off your shoes before fully laying down on the wooden surface, dust and dog fur in your hair be damned. Your whole body needed a break, your feet in particular; they always hurt like a bitch after a long shift of standing up and walking around.

The noise of loud indie rock came somewhere from the back of the house, and you could hear kid music and cartoons coming from the living room, just to your right. A tip-tapping sound from the hallway made you look up, and a smile stretched your lips as you were approached by the only family member to always greet you at the front door.

“Hey old man, how was your day?” you cooed as you sat up to pet K-Nine behind the ears, just how he liked it.

The old German Shepard mix wagged his tail from side to side as he excitedly tip-tapped his nails on the floor, trying to welcome you with a lick to the face that you promptly dodged with a chuckle. Your dad had let you pick K-Nine on your 10th birthday, and, in a way, this dog was like a part of your father that was still with you. It hurt watching him get older and start to prefer naps instead of long walks outside.

After a quick cuddle and a pet to his graying muzzle, you stood up and walked into the living room together, where your younger brother sat on the couch with his full attention on the TV.

“Hello, Kev,” you greeted when you passed by the couch, being completely ignored even when you ruffled his hair as you walked towards the open kitchen. “Bluey is that good huh?...” you muttered under your breath before smiling at your mother. “Hey, Mom, smells good!”

“Hey, sweets, you got home just in time,” greeted your mother, sending you a tired smile as she set the table. You hurried to help her, knowing that – no matter how tired you were – your mother would be ten times worse. “How was work today?”

“Work was okay, got some good tips,” you said as you took out the orange juice from the fridge and set it on the table. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting,” She said as she sat at the table with a tired sigh, a smile still on her lips. “But cleaning rich people’s houses does have its perks – Mrs. Lockwood gave me some good clothes her son doesn’t use anymore, so that’s one less thing I have to worry about – I swear that your brothers are growing like weeds.”

“That’s nice of her,” you said with a forced smile; your mom was always thankful for the things her employers at Figure 8 gave her, didn’t matter if they were second-hand or not – but you still remembered how kids used to bully you over it. You just hoped your brothers didn’t go through the same. “Have you been taking your new medication? Doctor Marsh said you weren’t supposed to feel this tired after a few weeks of taking it, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it’s working,” she muttered with a shake of her head, eyes down on the napkin she was folding. “They help a bit with the pain, but I still feel so drained…”

“Maybe you should do some more exams?” you asked as you grabbed the plates and started serving the still piping hot food, the smell making your stomach grumble again. “We can go early tomorrow if you want, I only start work at five.”

“And mess even more with your college savings?” she asked in what you knew was a rhetorical tone. “I’m not doing that.” Then she turned to your younger brother, still watching his cartoons like they were the only thing in the room. “Kev, honey, go call your brother for dinner, please – Kevin, now.” Then she turned to you again. “Fibromyalgia won’t kill me, I can manage. Let’s just focus on getting you into college for now, I’m not having you stuck on this island waiting tables for the rest of your life.”

You gave her a resigned nod, setting the plates on the table before sitting down at your usual place in front of her, noticing the bags under her eyes and the silver in her hair – she had aged so much since being diagnosed two years ago. You didn’t like the fact that your mother refused to get all the help she needed; yes, there was no cure for her condition, but there were treatments to alleviate the symptoms, which she just refused to do if it involved touching your savings.

At times, it frustrated you more than just a little. You would rather your mother enjoyed her life comfortably with no pain than go to college; it was not like your major of choice was going anywhere, anyway.

The arrival of your brothers stopped you from pressing on the matter again, and dinner went by as it always went, with silly conversations that made you laugh and your worries disappear, allowing you to enjoy these little moments when everything was fine.

No work, no stress, no drama.

It was now almost ten-thirty in the evening, and your mother and Kevin were already long asleep while you relaxed on the couch with K-Nine sprawled belly up between you and David. Mom had only recently allowed him to watch scary movies, and the kid was obsessed, to say the least. So, it had become tradition, for the past few months, to watch a horror movie every Friday and Saturday night after dinner, which you were happy to oblige.

David was very noticeably going through puberty right now, and sometimes the only way to get him out of his room was to convince him to either go to the movies or watch something on the TV. Netflix was a luxury you were willing to pay for if it allowed you these special moments with him.

“Do you believe in demons?” David murmured as you watched the final shot of Annabelle in a glass enclosure fade to black before the credits rolled.

“Sure do,” you snorted as you stretched your stiff muscles with a yawn. “See them all the time at my job.”

The boy tilted his head to the side, brows furrowing.

“Uh, do you mean Kooks?”

“Kooks. Demons. They’re pretty much the same thing,” you replied with a specific person in mind. “Why? You scared?”

“I’m thirteen, of course I’m not scared,” he said with an eye roll that could match your own, helping you fold the blanket you had used before adding with a small shrug, “Just wondering…”

“Well, I don’t think we have to worry about demons, so you’re good.”

“Hmm…” He looked lost in thought as he hesitantly asked, “And what about ghosts? Do you think they’re real?”

“Not really.” Something sounded off, you could see it in his faraway gaze, the way he chewed on his bottom lip, shoulders sagged. “Why do you ask, Davie?”

He was quiet for a moment, and then he uttered, his bottom lip trembling, “I- I can’t remember Dad’s voice anymore… I think I’m forgetting Dad.”

“Aw, Davie.”

You pulled him against you, arms going around him as you held him in a tight embrace, kissing the top of his head when he hugged you back just as tight, his shoulders lightly shaking as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. He was growing up so fast; another year and he would be taller than you.

You said nothing as you let him cry, hugging him while rubbing his back, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. Even though you could cry, you wouldn’t do it now; he had seen you cry so much in the past, seen you sob and lose yourself as you grieved, not old enough to quite process everything that had happened, but old enough to hold you like you were holding him now.

It was your turn to support him through this.

He had been eight years old when your father died, just a little boy – which, in a way, made it so much worse for him. You had been fifteen and had almost died yourself, too deep in your own despair at the time to notice anyone else’s misery. But now you felt his pain as if it was your own. You were sure that if there were no pictures of your father around the house, his face would also start to blur from your memories.

“I think Mom might have some videos of Dad in a hard drive somewhere,” you said after some time in silence. “Why don’t we look for them tomorrow and watch them together?”

You heard him sniffle as he nodded, and you broke the embrace before gently guiding him out of the living room and saying goodnight to each other.

You watched as your brother opened the door of the room he shared with Kevin before getting inside, leaving it slightly ajar as he did every night, the shine of the night light (he still had nightmares sometimes) giving you some visual aid as you walked the dark hallway towards your own bedroom.

A sudden knock at the front door made you jump in place.

“Shh, boy, it’s okay,” you hushed your dog as he let out a bark from the living room, rushing after you as you hurried to check the peephole. Your brows furrowed, lips pursing as you noticed who was on the other side of the door.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to face none other than your cousin.

“Hey,” he said in a hushed tone before you could utter a word, looking at you with his hands in his pockets and a nervous expression on his face. “I know it’s late, but can we talk?”

You hesitated before giving him a nod and stepping outside, leaving the door unlocked behind you as you walked towards the front steps. You had a good guess as to why he was at your doorstep at this hour, and your shoulders tensed at the prospect of having this specific discussion right now.

“Fine,” you muttered as you moved to sit on the front step. “What do you wanna talk about?”

John B followed your lead and sat beside you, absently petting K-Nine behind the ears as the old dog lay down on the porch with a huff.

“JJ told me about you and Rafe.”

He was going straight to the subject. Good. The sooner you finished this, the sooner you could go to bed and pretend it never happened.

“What about me and Rafe?”

John B stopped petting the dog, fingers fidgeting as he started picking the old scraps of paint from the wooden step beneath him.

“Please don’t lie to me, V. Not about this.” You didn’t think you had ever heard John B say anything in such a serious tone, jaw clenched and mouth set in a straight line as his gaze locked on yours, eyes shining in the moonlight with something akin to concern. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I know you would never have something with him even if he was the last man on earth, but I heard the rumors, so what the hell happened between you two?”

Your brows furrowed, his tone not lost to you as you tried to understand exactly the meaning behind his words.

“Wait, what- what are you talking about?” you asked after a moment of only staring at him, unsure of what to say. “What the hell did JJ tell you?”

“Last Saturday, at that Kook party, Rafe did something to you.” You looked at him in total confusion as he took your hands in his, his grip a little tighter than you would find comfortable. “He forced you, didn’t he? I saw the bruises, I saw the marks but I just thought…” he shook his head, tone turning frantic as you let out a nervous chuckle, at a complete loss for words as you realized what he was implying. He couldn’t be serious. “Did he drug you? Whatever he did, you have to tell me, tell the police. We can get him arrested. If- If you don’t want to do that maybe we can try to- to, I don’t know, but we can make him pay somehow.”

This was madness. This whole situation was ridiculous. Absolute insanity.

“John B, no, please stop–”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to be scared of him–”

“Johnathan, stop!” you snapped, tears stinging your eyes as you finally managed to pull your hands from his grip. “Whatever JJ told you, it’s not true. Rafe didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, so stop whatever this is!”

He stared at you, eyes wide and mouth agape as understanding finally settled.

“What?”

“Rafe didn’t hurt me.”

His eyes flashed with anger, and an intrusive thought crossed your mind; it was almost like he preferred you had been assaulted.

“You actually willingly slept with him?”

The disgust was as clear in his voice as it was in his face, and you couldn’t stop yourself from recoiling in a sudden burst of shame. You were quick to push that emotion aside; you had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Even if I did, whatever my deal is with Rafe is between me and him. Not you and not JJ, so you can just stop getting in my business like I’m your responsibility. I’ve been dealing with Cameron for years now, he’s not your problem.”

“That’s the thing though, he is my problem!” he shouted, and you looked back at your house, afraid your family would be alerted by the ruckus. This was not a subject they needed to get involved in. “He’s always picking fights with us and treats Sarah like shit! Have you seen what he and Topper did to Pope the other day? He’s not a good guy and you know that so why the hell would you willingly spread your legs for him?”

“Hey, watch it!” your tone raised to match his own, index finger pointed at his chest as you pinned him down in a glare. K-Nine barked, sensing the rise in emotions. “You don’t get to talk to me like that!”

“What, am I lying?” his tone quieted, but the expression of anger on his face didn’t falter, hand raising to roughly push your own away. “Didn’t you go from hating him one minute to letting him fuck you the next? Like a–”

You felt the heat in your palm before you could even register what you had done. Tears stung in your eyes as you stared down at John B, who was cradling his cheek and looking at you with a mixture of shock, anger, and sadness in his hazel eyes.

“Get. Out. Of my house,” you commanded in between shaking breaths.

You stared down at each other for what felt like hours, neither of your saying a thing. You forced yourself to stop your lower lip from trembling, hiding your shaking hands behind your back as you finally broke eye contact, sure that you would erupt into tears if you stared at the disappointment in his eyes for one more second.

“Just leave,” you whispered as you made your way to the front door, not caring anymore if he left or not.

“He’ll hurt you.”

You halted, hand on the doorknob, glancing at him over his shoulder. Waiting.

“He’ll hurt you,” John B repeated, firmly this time, avoiding your eyes. Then he added, his tone so soft you barely understood the words “And when he does, you can count on me. Until then…”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but he was already walking away before you could utter a single sound.

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You rolled in bed for the hundredth time that night, your cousin’s words repeating themselves in your mind over and over and over, like a broken record that never stopped.

Didn’t you go from hating him one minute to letting him fuck you the next?

You had… hadn’t you? Against your better judgment, against your own principles, you had let Rafe touch you and kiss you in ways you never even thought he would want to. Rafe Cameron was an awful person, and that wasn’t a matter of opinion. He was entitled, cruel, temperamental, and prone to violence. You knew that. He had terrorized you for years and made your life a living hell; laughed at you, hurt you, made you cry more times than you could count, and still…that hadn’t stopped you from riding him and moaning for him as if your life depended on it, had it?

And now here you were, unable to sleep, with a tightness in your chest and a churning stomach that was starting to make you nauseous. You were exhausted from all the muffled crying you had done as soon as you got to your bedroom, your pillow stained with tears.

John B’s words hurt, making you feel even worse than you already felt. Part of you hated him a little, insulted and beyond upset by everything he had said. He had no right to act like that. Still, the other side of you cried in shame, wondering if he was right and if you really were being the stupid and undeniably wrong person in all of this mess.

I slapped him, for God’s sake!

That alone was enough reason to at least text him an apology, but you quickly stopped yourself from doing it. You were still too furious, wounds too fresh.

Your thoughts started spiraling out of control, and that tightness in your chest grew worse.

What if your mom found out?

What if your boss found out?

What if you lost your job and your family because of it?

What if you and John B’s relationship never recovered?

What if this stupid fucking mistake stopped you from going to college and making a better life for yourself and your family so you would be forced to work as a waitress for the rest of your life until you died alone on this island with no family and friends, only the police to discover your cat-eaten corpse?

What if, what if, what if?

You buried your face in your pillow with a grunt of frustration, wishing you could go back in time and murder Rafe Cameron in his sleep, just for good measure. Then none of this would’ve happened, and you could continue living your life without this particular storm hanging over your head.

Groaning at how stuffy your room felt, you kicked your sheets off of you before getting out of bed and walking straight to the chair in the corner of your room. Grabbing the pair of shorts and the hoodie laying on it, you hurriedly got dressed before making your way out of the house, phone and keys safely stored in your hoodie’s pocket.

You hesitated as you walked down the stairs of your front porch, unsure of where to go.

It was at times like this that you wished you had more friends; Nina had been abroad for two years (It would be four in the morning in Portugal, so it was not like you could call her now) and you doubted that JJ, Kie, Pope, or Sarah would want to hear anything you had to say, after what happened. A couple of other people came to mind, but you never contacted them unless sex was involved, and that was not what you wanted right now.

Sex was what got me into this mess in the first place.

The sounds of waves in the distance crashing against the shoreline caught your attention. You listened for a moment, taking a deep breath of the salty breeze, mind going blank for a blessed moment. Living this close to the ocean could be a curse some days, unwanted memories rushing to your mind if you let them take over; right now, however, you would like to think of it as a blessing.

You were strolling towards the Boneyard before you could give it much thought, hands stuffed in your pockets and hoodie over your head as the chilly coastline wind made you shiver despite the warm island weather.

Your ears perked as the sound of loud music and voices alerted you to a party nearby, right on the other side of the dunes. You could smell burning wood the closer you got, and it didn’t take you long to catch the sight of a bonfire, people laughing and dancing and drinking without a care in the world.

Exactly what you needed.

You approached the gathering with your eyes on the crackling fire, enjoying the way the dancing flames cast a glow over the sand, making it look the color of melted caramel under the moonlit sky. The sand under your naked feet was cool to the touch, and the seawater was thankfully far enough away for you to be able to relax.

Most people around you were familiar in one way or another, a fair mix of Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons that just wanted to enjoy their Friday night as much as you did. You walked through the party crowd, being mostly ignored besides the occasional wave or nod of recognition that you made sure to retribute.

Fortunately, you saw no unwanted faces that would make you instantly turn around and leave.

That made you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding; no one seemed to be talking about you or looking at you weirdly, and there was no one to ruin your night more than John B already had. Perfect.

Coming here was a good decision, you thought as you approached the kegs of beer, smiling as you recognized one of the guys handing out drinks.

“Hey, V.” Eli, a tall young man with short curly hair smiled at you as he handed you a full cup of beer before you even had to ask. “Haven’t seen you in a while. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know,” you shrugged as you took the cup from his hand, sipping the bitter drink, “just working and binge-watching shows on my days off. All very thrilling. You?”

“Same,” he chuckled, warm brown eyes looking almost golden in the light of the fire. “Just helping out at the cafe and surfing when I can. By the way, when are you passing by? My Mama keeps telling me to bring you over again, says she has some new books you might like.”

“Aw, she misses me?”

“C’mon, V, you know we all do,” he said, sending you a wink that made the corners of your lips twitch and a familiar heat take over your cheeks, the suggestion in his tone not being lost on you.

You really liked Eli, with his pretty smile and easy-going nature.

He had graduated two years before you, and you had gotten closer when you started spending your free time at his family’s cafe, staying whole afternoons reading or writing in their quaint little book corner. It didn’t take you long to develop a friendship, and before you knew it you were having your first kiss and experiencing your first time in his bed, in the apartment right above his shop. He had been kind and patient, and you really couldn’t have imagined a better way to lose your virginity.

But – even though you were aware that he liked you – you had never let your relationship evolve into something more than friends with benefits. Why ruin something that worked just fine?

“Maybe I’ll pass by on my next day off,” you said, and his eyes glinted. “Are you working on Monday?”

“I’m not, but I’ll be waiting there for you. Wanna go out and have lunch too? This new place just opened and–”

Your smile faltered, and he was quick to notice.

“No, no, I mean, just as friends,” Eli quickly clarified with an awkward chuckle. “I know you don’t want to change what we have and that’s fine by me. But, you know… we can hang out if you want and have a good time. We’re chill, right?”

Sometimes you wondered what was stopping you from getting into a relationship with a guy that was handsome, kind, shared so many of your interests, and knew how to please you in the best way. The problem wasn’t him, you were well aware of that. The problem was you and your fear of commitment.

Fuck that. You deserved something good in your life. And, right now, you really needed it.

“We are,” you answered, and you noticed relief softening his brow. “You know what, yeah, let’s plan something fun for Monday. How about–”

A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jump, and you stopped mid-sentence to look behind you, heart almost jolting out of your chest as you faced the last person you wanted to see at that moment.

“Rafe,” you muttered, glaring at his blue eyes before looking down at his hand, still on your shoulder. “Take your hand off me.”

“You’re in the way,” he simply said while dropping his hand to his side, nodding past you at the kegs of beer.

You said nothing, moving to stand next to Eli as Rafe passed by you and refilled his own cup. With a strange look at you and a glare sent in your friend’s direction, the blond left, and you followed him with your eyes as he walked away to the other side of the crowd, where he stood with his little gang of friends.

Of course he would be here, you thought as your hand reflexively squeezed the plastic cup in your hand. Luck was rarely on your side.

Maybe coming to this party hadn’t been a good idea, after all.

“That was weird,” uttered Eli, also looking in Rafe’s direction. “He could’ve gotten more beer right there.” He nodded in the direction of the other kegs, where no one stood in the way.

“Yeah, he just wanted to piss me off.”

“You’re still at each other’s throats then?”

“Yup.”

He hummed in response, and a weird moment passed where neither of you said a thing. You, for once, were too preoccupied with weighing the pros and cons of staying at a party with Rafe Cameron in your vicinity. The smart move right now would be to leave; you had no idea what would happen if both of you stayed. Then Eli spoke again, words coming out deliberately and slowly like he was thinking them carefully.

“You know that he’s not a good guy, right?”

You scoffed.

“You’re telling me that, of all people?”

“Just making sure…”

You let out a sigh, hand raising to brush over your face with a tired grunt.

“So, you heard about it too, huh?” you asked, hoping the irritation in your voice scared Eli enough so he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

“Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’, eyes down as he kicked a tiny hill of sand. “Don’t know if it’s true and I don’t understand you if it is, but it’s none of my business so… just be careful, okay? He hangs around the wrong crowd sometimes, and, well,” he shrugged, “you know how he is.”

You glanced at Eli, taking in the way he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking his words through. Whatever he was implying, was said out of concern for your well-being, nothing more.

“Okay…” you started, unsure of what else to say. “Thanks for letting me know, but there’s no reason to worry. I can take care of myself.”

“I know.” He nodded once, and a pretty smile graced his lips again as he looked at you. “Now, about Monday…”

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You were more than just a little tipsy.

You stumbled over your own feet as you walked past the dunes, giggling to yourself as you remembered a joke you had said early in the evening, already so plastered that you had struggled to get the words out without laughing. You hadn’t really meant to get as drunk as you were, but before you knew it you were six cups past sobriety, dancing and singing at the top of your lungs with Eli and his friend group.

You felt amazing in your intoxicated high, barely remembering what had soured your mood in the first place. Eli had helped you forget, with his easy conversation and sense of humor, and his friends had welcomed you into their group without unwanted questions or weird looks sent your way.

Was exactly what you had been needing; and a long time overdue if you were being honest with yourself.

Not even Rafe had been able to smother your euphoria, despite the very noticeable glares sent your way throughout the night. After some time, you had even forgotten he was there, completely focused on enjoying the party to its fullest.

And damn you if you hadn’t succeeded.

It was now somewhere past two in the morning, and the exhaustion of your workday had gotten to you despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and your high spirits. So, you had said goodbye to Eli – with the promise to meet on Monday – and were currently making your way out of the Boneyard. A tiny voice in your brain warned you about the massive hangover that you would without a doubt suffer in the morning, but you lazily brushed it off; now was not the time to think about tomorrow.

Now all you wanted to do was lay down.

Lay down…

You fell to the sand with the grace of a newborn foal, giggling as you laid face up, eyes wandering lazily on the clear sky. It was spotted with shiny stars, one constellation more beautiful than another, and your eyes watered; looking at the night sky had always made you feel emotional.

I’ll sleep here tonight, you thought as you curled in on yourself, face towards the stars, fingers tapping on the sand out of rhythm with the music still playing from the party just on the other side of the dunes.

“‘Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling,” you drunkenly sang off-key as Cascada’s ‘Everytime We Touch’ played loudly. “And every time we kiss I swear I could fly.” You could still hear people sing and laugh from your spot in the middle of the sandbanks, and it almost made you want to go back there and stay until the sun rose.

But you really had to go to bed; or sleep right there, one of the two. Your head spun as you tried to sit up, so you let yourself lay down again with a huff.

That’s when you noticed someone approaching.

“You’re so fucking drunk.”

“Oh, pardon me, your Royal Highness,” you mocked with a snort, turning towards the voice to see Rafe Cameron standing just a few feet from you, hands in his pockets, “but this peasant doesn’t give a shit about what you think.” You couldn’t see his face well in the darkness – only the moon as a light source – but he was most likely looking down at you with a frown, as per usual. “Leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Here?”

“I’m homeless, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Venus.”

“Rafe,” you laughed as you tried to imitate his baritone. “Oh, Venus, you’re so fucking drunk. Oh Venus, let me fuck you again.”

“You’re fucking annoying, that’s what you are.”

You didn’t even notice Rafe approaching you, letting out a yelp of surprise as you felt him pull you up before stumbling against his chest as dizziness took over you. You made a whiny noise as he started to half-push you, half-drag you away, a strong arm around your waist while the other grabbed you by the elbow.

“No, I don’t wanna leave!” you cried out as you tried to turn away from him and back to your spot on the sand.

“I’m not leaving you to sleep on the fucking beach, you moron.”

Now you were close enough to see the annoyed glare that he pinned you under, giggling at his pinched expression as you slapped his chest in a weak attempt to have him release you.

“Ugh, you’re so boring,” you whined, letting yourself fall in his arms when you realized he was not letting you go. “Okay okay, I know, let’s tell each other secrets!” You clapped your palms against his chest, pulling his shirt when he groaned. “C’mon I’ll go first: I hate you. Like really hate you. But-” you lowered your tone to a conspiratorial whisper, “having sex with you was really good – I still hate you, though.”

“Venus–”

“Shh, it’s a secret,” you giggled, putting a finger against his lips. “Now you.”

“I–”

“You have really pretty eyes, you know that?” you mumbled as you looked into his blue eyes, forgetting the game you had been one-sided playing. “It’s so unfair…”

Rafe let out a long sigh.

“Anything more you want to tell me?” he asked, hands steadying by your shoulders as you swayed in place.

“Hmm… nope.”

“Good, then let’s get you home.”

“Wait!” you exclaimed, pulling at his hand as you let yourself fall to the sand again, laughing as he fell on his knees beside you. “Let’s watch the stars.”

He sighed again.

“I’m so close to just leaving you here.”

“Good, then go, goodbye,” you said as you frowned at him, slapping his hand away when he tried to lift you again.

You heard him sigh a third time, followed by a sound of resignation before you watched him sit down beside you. With a grunt, you used his arm to pull yourself into a sitting position, leaning against his shoulder for support as you turned your neck to look up.

“Aren’t the stars so pretty?” you whispered, shaking his arm when a moment passed without an answer.

“Yeah, guess they are.”

You kept staring up, feeling your lids drop the more you looked at the mess of gold, red, and silver dots that painted the dark blue sky. It was all so beautiful. You felt… content, even with Rafe beside you. He was still an asshole and you still couldn’t stand him, but he wasn’t being himself right now, for some weird reason your intoxicated brain couldn’t even wonder about.

Rafe cleared his throat beside you, snapping you out of your stupor.

“Can we go now?”

“Wait…” you murmured, closing your eyes for a moment as you took a deep breath of the clean ocean breeze. “Okay, we can go now.”

“Finally.”

He pulled you up and you yelped as you tripped over your own feet, allowing him to hold you straight against his chest. You looked up at his face, and a sudden thought made you bite your bottom lip.

No, don’t do it, warned a voice in the back of your mind that you promptly ignored.

Kissing Rafe felt… nice. Better than nice. You had thought so too when you had been naked under him just a week prior, moaning against his soft lips as he fucked you in a way you had never been fucked before.

Now felt no different.

You moaned into the kiss, intertwining your arms behind his neck as you pulled him closer, fingers tangling in his soft blond locks. One of his arms went around your waist, pulling you flat against his body as a hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to deepen the kiss. You did so gladly, enjoying the feel of his tongue against yours, shivering as his teeth swiftly pulled at your bottom lip.

You let yourself enjoy it, the possible outcome of it all pushed to the back of your mind. All you wanted right now was to kiss him, consequences be damned. You would deal with those when you were sober.

Rafe was the one breaking the kiss, and you almost cried as he lightly pushed you away. You wanted more than just one kiss, at this point, an insisting heat making you squeeze your thighs together.

“C’mon, you little tease,” he said, chuckling as you whined and tried to chase after his mouth. “Let’s get you home.”

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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So u know how Joseph is just a natural flirt? Imagine he has like a meet and greet and u then see fans talking on the internet like “omg he called me gorgeous” and “he winked at me” blah blah blah…. And u get jelous and basically have hate sex w him😏

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 • Joseph Quinn

GENRE: smut

WARNING: nsfw, dry humping

PAIRING: Joseph Quinn x fem reader

AUTHOR NOTE: is it really hate sex? No but still 💀

WORD COUNT: idk tbh

Not proof read

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You didn't think you were the jealous type at all, that was until your chest started burning reading all the things people said on the internet about your boyfriend Joseph.

Joseph Quinn was currently the internet's boyfriend. He was getting tons of attention due to his role as Eddie munson in stranger things. You were proud of him, there's no denying it. He worked so hard for so long to be where he was right now. He had tons of fans and supporters and that was great, but with that came a lot of fan girls who wanted him so badly.

Your laptop sat on your lap as you scrolled through Twitter from your spot on the couch. Joseph was out currently doing some work related things leaving you in your shared apartment by yourself.

You looked through the Joseph tag that was trending due to him going to meet and greets. You've come across several fan pictures which weren't bad at all. Seeing him with his fans made you so happy. But every now and then a tweet about Joseph calling a girl beautiful and what not would pop up.

'I went to the meet and greet and Joseph called me gorgeous'

'Joseph winked at me as I left the signing table'

'omg Joseph Quinn is adorable. I want him so badly '

You tried to ignore it, but they were starting to get hard to miss.

A sigh fell from your lips as you keep scrolling. It was all becoming a bit too much for you. The sting in your chest grew and grew until you had enough and shut your laptop.

You placed your laptop beside you before you ran your hands over your eyes trying to forget about the countless tweets. You were so jealous and for what? Joseph was with you and only you. Maybe you were just possessive due to the fact so many beautiful women wanted him.

The front door opened. In walked Joseph from his long day. "Bubs, I'm home." He called out.

From your spot on the couch you cleared your throat and fixed your face. Joseph walked into the living room seeing you sitting there. You had a fake smile on your face which he didn't notice was fake. Thank God.

"hi." He said giggling. He placed a soft kiss on your lips. He sat down beside you and began to pull off his dress shoes.

"how was the meet and greet?"

He told you about his day with an adorable smile on his face. You tried your best to keep Joseph busy with questions from asking you how your day went, but it didn't work. After he finished his long talk he was asking you how yours went.

"it's been ok." You breathed out. "Not much was happening." Joseph hummed. "Yeah? What were you looking up?"

"just some work stuff. Nothing much." You laughed a little at the end and soon regretted it because of how forced it sounded. Just frowned at you. "You ok?"

You nodded trying to play it off the best you could. "Yeah, I'm great. Just a little tired. Now that I think about it," you stood up and gave a fake stretch. "I think I'm going to take a nap."

You gave Joseph a soft smile before you walked out to the bedroom. Joseph was confused. Usually when he came home you were excited and dying to talk or cuddle or both, but you weren't today.

20 minutes went by and you were laying in bed wide awake. Those tweets were swimming in your mind. No matter how much you tried to forget them they never disappeared. You felt kinda guilty for being jealous and possessive over him, but the thought of losing him sent you through a spiral.

After a bunch of tossing and turning you decided you couldn't sit in bed anymore and mope. You needed to get up even if you needed to explain why you were being a little weird.

You walked out of the bedroom to the sitting room. Joseph was still there, watching TV. When he heard your footsteps he turned to look at you. "Did you have a good nap?"

You sighed and walked over. You straddled Joseph leaving him confused. You never did that. "I didn't sleep. I'm just trying to avoid you."

You buried your face in his neck. "Why's that?" Joseph wrapped his arms around you.

"I've been feeling a little jealous." You confessed. You couldn't see it, but Joseph was smirking. He knew you were judging by your body language earlier when you brought up all the people he met. "Jealous? You have nothing to be jealous about."

You lifted your head and looked at him. "I know, but still... I kinda wanna be the only person you call gorgeous."

Joseph ran his finger over your jaw as he looked at you. He had a small smile on his face. "What?"

"you're cute when you're jealous." You groaned and tried to move from his lap, but Joseph stopped you. "No! I like seeing you jealous." Joseph kissed you adding a bit of tongue before pulling away. "It's a turn on."

Joseph began to kiss you again. His hand trailed down your body to your hips. You began to grind down on him. The thin fabric of your pajama pants mixed with his rough jeans made your shutter and moan into his lips.

Joseph bite your lip, his grip tighten on your waist as you moved slowly against him. You could feel how hard he was as you moved back and forth on him.

"you're the only girl for me." Joseph said against your lips when he pulled away. "You hear me?" You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. "Say it." You looked into Joseph's darken lust filled brown eyes. "Yes.. I hear you."

"good girl. Now make yourself cum on my thigh."

You keep grinding on him. Your panties were getting more and more soaked as you against him. Your whimpers filled Joseph ear making him harder than before. He couldn't wait to fuck you later. That's what he was planning on doing.

"I'm going to cum." You hissed as your clit ran against the rough fabric. Your lower stomach burned as your orgasm threaten to spill over.

"cum!" Joseph took a hold of your face with his left hand, he kissed you roughly taking your breath away. Your orgasm came no longer after. You stilled your movement and grabbed Joseph's waist for support as you shook and saw stars.

Joseph pulled away from you, he looked down at the spot you were just grinding on. Your juice covered his jeans. "God, you're a mess. Soaked my pants." Joseph kissed your jaw before he picked you up. "I'm not done with you. Gotta fuck you until you know how gorgeous you are to me."

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics & a very loose interpretation of my own choosing, billy -and reader both have a not so great parent, billy's temper, neil's ab*se, bruises/injuries,swearing, use of petnames, use of derogatory names (slut, bitch, etc) from a mother figure reminiscent of Margaret White in the 1978 version, Carrie, thick sexual tension and the ooc/good side of Billy. this part isn't so bad, tbh. it's actually tame, I'm just covering my own ass with the disclaimers because there are some people who see a/b/o fics and lose their goddamn minds about it, but anyway. . writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet; pt 1 of 3 )

character | fandom - werewolf!alpha billy hargrove | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, unaware!omega, non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . there's just something about you that billy hargrove is drawn to and after fighting it for weeks, everything comes to a head when billy hargrove realizes he can't fight it anymore.. pt 1 of 3✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Billy Hargrove is a master at blending in. Seeming normal. But the second that he hit Hawkins High, you sensed something darker.. More akin to an animal than a human. As a result, you went above and beyond to avoid him - even when all your friends collectively lost their minds over him.

As a result, Billy Hargrove seemed to sense something in you that made him seek you out, no matter the length you went to.

The scary part is that the guy is a constant in your brain. You can sense when he’s around. Lingering. Watching you with ocean blue bedroom eyes. Like a predator stalking his prey minutes before the kill.

It’s a day like any other, the only out of the ordinary thing being that it’s the day of a full moon night. Nobody seems to notice or care, but to Billy, the timing means everything. It has him on edge from the time he wakes up in the morning, each step closer to being trapped with you inside Hawkins High all damn day when he knows what's coming, it's got him moodier than normal. - This happens when the bond is challenged. - the thought comes but Billy turns up the radio in his car to ignore it on purpose. The less he thinks about you. The less he thinks about the things he'd like to do to you, the better off he'll be. He just has to ride this out, that's all.

As the blue Camaro pulls to a stop in front of Hawkins Middle School, Billy shatters the silence between himself and his younger stepsister, Max.

❝ Stay the fuck away from the arcade tonight. Come straight home. I mean it, shitbird, I..❞ he’s tense. The hand that isn’t holding his cigarette is white-knuckle gripping the wheel. Max starts off angry, but then she stops to think.. Billy’s wolf side has been more.. Enhanced.. Since the move to Hawkins earlier this month. He’s quicker to anger, he’s meaner than usual. He’s almost went full wolf at least three times, one of them being during a very public -and very major, sporting event.

Max stares at him for a second. ❝ Not that I care or anything, but..❞ Max asks, pausing for a second as she rubs the bridge of her nose and stares out the window before turning to look at him again. ❝ What are you nearly killing yourself to try and avoid lately?❞

Billy’s laughter at the question is dry. He thumps the half-smoked cigarette out the window, no regard to being on school property. And after staring out the windshield in the direction of Hawkins High, he speaks again.

It’s quieter. More reminiscent of the boy he used to be, sweet and sensitive, before Neil beat it all out of him. ❝ I found her, Max..❞

At first, Max is confused. But then she remembers a conversation between a slightly younger Billy and a drunker than usual Neil. Neil was telling Billy that at a certain age, the wolf side will fight it’s way out. And it will fixate on the nearest female similar to him who happens to catch it’s attention. The way Neil explained it, this was to be ignored because it would only ruin Billy’s life like it had ruined his. They called it mating season.

But Max has never agreed with anything Neil’s ever said, so when she heard Neil filling Billy’s head with garbage about the whole thing, she instantly wrote it off. Now, she’s older. Old enough to understand that the weight of this bond could be powerful. All-consuming and conquering. And maybe fighting it so hard was only going to drive Billy speeding straight down the same path as his father.

When Max’s smaller hand settles on his forearm and she sighs, Billy flinches. Baby blue eyes fix intently on his stepsister’s hand and where it rests. ❝ And you’re fighting it.. Right?❞ Max asks, curious.

Billy’s jaw flutters. He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t do or say anything else for a few seconds, but when a shaking hand reaches for the half-crushed pack of cigarettes sitting on the dashboard of the car, Max grabs his hand and shakes her head. ❝ Haven’t you figured out by now that Neil is a bad person? And the wolf side, that’s not the reason why? It just makes him more dangerous, Billy.. But you.. You don't have to end up like him.❞

❝ Save it, Max.❞ Billy snaps. ❝ He’s right. It’s only gonna destroy me because she’ll leave too. Just like…❞ his voice fades but his mind conjures up the two most important female figures entirely too easy. Too realistic. There’s his mother, behind him. In the past. And he’s watching her drive away without bothering to look back. Then there’s you, in front of him.. The girl who can’t get away from him fast enough whenever your paths cross. The girl he seeks out. Desperately.

Even Tommy Hagan tells him it’s pathetic the way he keeps popping up around you.

But if I hadn’t last weekend, he thinks to himself, hand clenching around the steering wheel even tighter, that motherfucker would have happily taken her to his backseat.

Max clears her throat. ❝ Is it that girl who practically ran from you at Big Buy two nights ago? Is she your.. You know..❞

Billy nods solemnly. Then he rubs a hand over his face. ❝ Just stay th’ fuck away from the arcade tonight, shitbird. I can’t pick you up and Neil will kill us both if you’re walking home in the dark.❞

❝ What does any of this have to do with you finding her, hm?❞

❝ Because!❞ he shouts, a hand slamming against the dash in anger. He swears under his breath and for just a little bit, like he always does whenever he scares her, he feels like a monster.

Like the worst guy in the world.

❝ She’s going t’ see some stupid fucking movie with her friends tonight, alright? That’s too close to the arcade and I…❞ he punches the dash again because even as he sits in his idling car in front of Hawkins Middle, he’s pulled to you. He knows you’re over at the high school somewhere and it’s taking everything he possesses not to rush off, straight to you.

Max is waiting. But then something else hits her. Something she’d previously given up on.

Somewhere, buried deep down inside the asshole she calls a stepbrother, there might just be a shred of good. A spark of hope.. And now that he’s found you, he’s trying so hard to fight it because he knows that if you reject him too, he’s as good as fucked. And he’s only got Neil as an example of any kind of ‘bond’.

Neil was so mean and violent that he ran Billy’s mother off. Neil is the one who destroyed the bond, not Billy’s mother.

Right now, Max thinks, Billy’s trying to protect himself.. And her.. Because he knows that the full moon will make him more powerful. So he’s trying to avoid her.. So he can’t hurt her. Or be hurt by her.

❝ Okay, alright.. I’ll just grab my Michael Myers mask and go trick or treating instead or something. Maybe I can find those kids and scare the shit out of them. Fair enough?❞ she asks.

Billy gives a solemn nod. As he drives away, Max watches the car.

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Meanwhile, at Hawkins High, you’re in the girls bathroom with your best friends, trying to put the finishing touches on your makeup. As you slick on candy apple colored lipstick, Fiona is talking nonstop about something that you’re not even paying much attention to.

❝ Oh come on!❞ Fiona throws up her hands in exasperation when you shake your head after she’s badgered you for the sixth time this week to show up to Tina’s Halloween bash. It’s kind of a big deal for anyone outside the inner circle to be invited, much less anybody in the junior class who also happens to be outside the small and tight-knit inner circle.

❝ Fiona, stop.. I’m not going. It’s not happening.❞

❝ Okay, well.. When we miss the implosion of Hawkins High’s answer to Princess Diana and Prince Charles, I don’t wanna hear you bitching.❞

You roll your eyes. Pop a big bubble with your favorite strawberry flavored gum and mimic her. ❝ They invited us as a joke, Fi.. I dunno why the fuck you can’t see that.❞ you remark. As Dolores pushes open the door to the bathroom, you catch a fleeting glimpse of Billy Hargrove as he lingers out in the hallway. Leaned against the vacant locker right next to yours.

You roll your eyes again, turn your attention to Dolores. ❝ Gimme.❞ and when Dolores gives you a sheepish look, you tug at your teased hair. Dolores apologizes and then explains that her mother caught her trying to buy you the carton of cigarettes the night before and she took them away.

And apparently, she’s also taken away the vodka Dolores had stashed for the movie matinee at the Hawk tonight, too.

❝ I thought your mom was the cool one, D.❞ you’re pouting a little and Dolores sighs, rubbing her forehead. ❝ She was until she started screwing that guy she met at work.. Now she’s trying to make us look like the fucking Cleavers.. She even cooked last night, girl..❞

You nearly choke on your chewing gum.

Fiona clears her throat. ❝ Tell her we need this party experience, D. C’mon, please?❞

Dolores laughs and shakes her head. ❝ Oh absolutely not. Do you really think I’m eager to see what cruel prank they’ll have in store if we’re dumb enough t’ show our faces? We’re underclassmen and we’re not in with their crowd.❞

Fiona huffs at both of you, annoyed. ❝ Screw the both of you. I’m fuckin goin.❞

You and Dolores share a look and shrug. You’re staring at the closed bathroom door intently and Dolores speaks up, smirking at you. ❝ Hot date waiting, girl?❞

You flip her off. The urge to run out of the bathroom and the feeling that the walls are closing in all of a sudden is overwhelming. You can feel your throat getting tighter. You can feel yourself tense up.

You can feel him watching you out in the hall.. Through a closed bathroom door.

And there’s something inside you that longs to rush out the door and straight up to him.

Instead, you choose the lesser of two evils and you gather your books, sling your backpack over your shoulders and shove right between Carol Perkins and Tina as they’re walking in. You rush down the hall and straight outside, around the building to the area where the smokers all hang out.

You’re just about to bum a cigarette off of Catherine Cortlandt, a girl in your Science class when you feel a tap to your shoulder.

You whirl around and find yourself body to body with Billy Hargrove and you nearly choke on your chewing gum. You stare up at him for a second or two. He takes hold of your hand and places his pack of Reds in your hand, closing your hands around the pack and his hand around yours.

And there’s something different in his eyes today.. Wilder and yet somehow, calm. Animal and yet somehow, tame.

He’s not just looking at you like you’re his prey right now, either.

You step just a little closer. And after a few seconds of heavy mental debate, rather than turning and bolting immediately, you speak up softly. ❝ I, uh.. How’d you know I wanted a cigarette?❞

He chuckles. Shrugs instead of answering. He snatches his hands away from your hands and the second his grip is gone, you frown a little.

Which is a surprise for you because typically, given that you always feel like prey around him, it’s not as if you’re going out of your way to touch -or be touched by him. You take a cigarette from the pack and he takes it back. Just the little bit of contact has you pouting just a little.

Your brows knit together. This is confusing for you.

Good luck avoiding her, dumb fuck. - the thought is so clear that you’re looking at him, your head tilted just a little. He shuffles his feet against the gravel. You study him intently. He feels sadder today. There’s just this air of doom lingering.

You step closer.

Billy tenses slightly. Your hand raises, settling against a fresh bruise on his jaw. You purse your lips and sigh quietly. ❝ I wish you’d stop fighting everybody with a goddamn pulse.❞ you mutter after a second or two. You don’t say anything about what you think you’ve heard him say out loud, mostly because you’re hoping he’ll clarify.

Before either of you can say -or do, anything else, the bell to begin school for the day rings.

You’re rushing away before he can say another word. But he’s left there in his own confusion, because like with you, he could’ve sworn he heard you say something out loud.

He confuses me and he scares me. But I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop wanting him. He’s dangerous but I feel like I’m completely safe with him.

By the time he strolls into homeroom a good five minutes late, you’re already seated in your seat across the classroom, doodling on a sheet of notebook paper like always. You barely pay attention to anything the teacher says.

It’s science, it might as well be written in a dead language to you.

You’re only half listening when the teacher tells you that you’ll be paired to work with a partner for this unit because there’s a special project to do at the end. As the teacher calls off names for each group, you’re doodling on your homework -an essay on Fahrenheit 451, you’re trying to figure out why Billy Hargrove suddenly wants to avoid you when he’s spent nearly a whole month popping up constantly.

And you’re trying to figure out why the hell this bothers you so much and why it feels like you need to do something. You’re almost desperate to keep him from avoiding you.

Like he’s a part of you.

❝ Ms. __ and Mr. Hargrove, you two will be working together.❞ the teacher’s words cut through his intense daze and baby blue eyes settle on you to find you staring at him already for once.

His heart flutters. His stomach twists in knots. He knows that today is the worst day you could’ve chosen to suddenly seem to be aware of the way he likes to linger close. The way he’s always quick to intervene when it comes to you.

Billy’s not making any move to come to you, so you gather your books and you make your way over to him. And as soon as you’re sitting beside him, the jittery feeling you’ve had since you woke up this morning starts to subside. Just like it did when we were together in the smokers pit outside. - the thought comes and you’re mulling it over.

❝ If this involves any cuttin' or anything, doll.. I've got it.❞

After he says it, he doesn't say anything else. You can feel the tension in him, he's sitting beside you practically folded into himself.

Something is wrong with him. - the thought comes and with it, the compulsion you can't seem to fight today, the urge to get closer. To be the calm for him if you can. This leads to you, leaning in just a little closer and the second you do that, Billy’s breath hangs in his throat and he freezes, swallowing down both a lump in his throat and the prickling sensation of sharp fangs beneath his gums. What you're doing is dangerous but one quick read of your current emotional state, - something he likes to think he's gotten pretty good at and he hates that he has., - that tells him that somehow, you’re totally unaware of what you’re doing and you only want to comfort him.

❝ Sorry, I just...❞ you trail off, muttering under your breath about how weird today has been. Billy rubs the bridge of his nose and sits there, staring at you while you fill out the pre-lab assessment that the teacher just handed out. He spots the mistake in the sloppily drawn Punnett Square before you do and he reaches over, carefully sliding the pencil out of your hand. You pause to look over at him, a brow raised and between the sweet scent you’re putting off and the way you're just barely leaned against his muscular body, he gets overwhelmed.

❝ You, uh.. You’re doin' it all wrong.❞ he mutters, irritated at himself because he's the new King here. Kings don't stumble over their words. Kings do what they want, they take what they want and nothing ever, under any circumstance, scares them.

And yet, he thinks, here you are, terrified of her. Of the connection.

When you hear him speak again, you sit there, a brow raised. Because you know he hasn't said a word this time and yet, you're hearing him, that same smooth and easy voice.

This whole damn day is weird. - the thought comes and it's so loud, so persistent that Billy puts down the pencil to look over at you for a second or two. Just as he's about to get back to fixing the numerous mistakes you made, you look up. Right at him, your finger caught in one of your curls. When you bite your lip and blink, he shifts in his seat and fights off a growl.

You're wearing a different perfume today. He's starting to think he likes it better than the usual cotton candy-esque stuff you usually prefer.. - because when it mixes with her natural smell, she smells just like strawberry pound cake. Like the ones my mom baked me before she cut out. - the thought has him strained against faded denim painfully and Billy gives an abrupt cough as he shifts around in his seat yet again.

Irene said he's a jerk. Why can't I stop thinking about him..why do I dream about him nonstop? I know he's dangerous, why do I feel pulled to him?

When he hears this, he's even harder. He coughs abruptly again and it startles you because you jump a little, glancing over at him just as he's finished the first page of exercises.

I feel like I'm on fucking fire. Why is it so hot? - this thought has him pausing. Glancing over at you again just in time to see you fan yourself with the composition book you always carry.

She doesn't know what's happening. That might be dangerous, especially now that I know of at least two other Alphas here. - the thought comes just as he feels you lean into him even more. The scent of you is so amplified that he feels like he's going to lose his goddamn mind, go feral right here in front of the entire homeroom Science class.

❝ I'm so boreddd.❞ you mumble as you breathe in the scent of cologne and cigarette, something underneath it all that you can't put a finger on but you know it's Billy, you always catch a whiff of it when he's near. It's different today..Stronger. More appealing, if that's at all possible. You hate admitting it to yourself but you've been painfully aware of him since he hit Hawkins High at the beginning of the month.

❝ Your cologne..❞ you speak up, that dreamy little hushed voice of yours putting him in a daze for just a few seconds. Then he chuckles. Licks his lips as he locks eyes with you for as long as he dares. ❝ Yeah? What about my cologne, darling?❞

❝ It smells delicious.❞ the second you blurt it out you want to die on the spot.

Could I be a bigger airhead right now? Really? And why am I flirting and all snuggled up on him anyway, huh? - the ringing of the bell has you springing away. Before he can even process you've gone, you're out in the hallway.

An unmated - and totally clueless, Omega loose in a high school with at least three Alphas. Also unmated, at least for the most part.

He swears under his breath and grabs his notebooks, rushing out just in time to catch the first of the two other unmated Alphas, Jason, a younger little shit that's way too full of himself, as Jason corners you up.

You're still puzzling out the events of the day so far when you feel a tap to your left shoulder. You whirl around quick. But it's too quick and it puts you body to body with Jason, some little prick the grade below. Another one of the popular boys that feels 'off' to you and you avoid at all costs. As he stands there in all his fake-ass Ken doll glory, you raise a brow.

Yep. The elevator definitely stops way before the top floor with that one. I think I'd better go.. - this one is accompanied by the follow up thought, of all the days he could pick to stop lurking, it's seriously today?

This thought reaches Billy’s awareness and he makes himself stand firm. Watching the situation like a hawk, because he might be trying to keep what he knows is happening from happening but the fact remains.. the wolf inside him still views you very much it's property.

A few deep breaths down. Jason is still chatting you up and you're either too polite or too oblivious to pick up on the very obvious territorial cues he's throwing your way. The bell is about to ring and frankly, you've had more than enough from Jason by this point so you side step him.

Here's the thing..when you do this, Jason doesn't care for it. So he steps into your way all over again and he's taller. Stockier.

You gulp.

Billy growls to himself. ❝ Here we fuckin go.❞ he grumbles as he shoves his way through a throng of students and stops behind you, clearing his throat.

That calm thousand yard stare in his eyes as he laughs at the younger Alphas audacity. Who the fuck does this kid think he is? Can't he pick up on the fact she's mine, mated or not? And I don't like sharing anything.. - the thought comes, it's enough to make him clench his jaw and the calm stare intensifies as he boldly holds Jason's challenging gaze and smirks even more.

❝ There you are, doll. Turn my back ten seconds and assholes are all over you, huh?❞ he’s really pressing himself into you and as he does, he whispers quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ For your own good, play along..❞

Jason looks from you to Billy, his gaze lingering on you just a little too long for Billy’s liking. Billy steps up into your backside even more and as you feel how hard he is through his jeans, you can feel your knees buckle just the slightest. Just enough. And your thighs clench so damn tight to stop the flood between your thighs.

Oh Jesus. It feels like it’s huge, guess that answers the question why a good half of the girls in town went totally stupid when he moved here… Including me, sadly. - the thought bombards him as you’re having it, distracting to a point where there’s at least a second or two in which he just glares hatefully at Jason instead of saying something. Or doing something.

Jason’s a special kind of stupid, Billy already knows this, the guy came knocking a while back under the guise of ‘talking’ to his younger stepsister. So when the fact that Billy’s practically wearing you like an article of clothing due to how close you’re standing doesn’t seem to have any bearings or stop him from stepping up into you from the front, effectively placing you the filling in a teenage werewolf sandwich, Billy’s done playing vague little games.

He brushes some hair away from your neck and noses against your soft skin, giving Jason another bold smirk the whole time. You’re trying to play along and act as if this is totally the norm for you, but deep down, every part of you wants to whine out.. Because Billy Hargrove’s rough lips shouldn’t feel so good against your neck. You should be running right now, not standing there helpless. Normally, you would've already shut Jason Carver's bullshit down and shoved past him.

Billy feels you melt into him. He also feels every ounce of the confusion you’re feeling at the moment. Because he’s been fighting the pull to you almost a month at this point -and losing badly. He knows it’s a bad idea to crave the connection. He knows it’s an even worse idea to be this close to you on a full moon day/night.

I shouldn’t have fuckin come today. Shoulda stayed home. It’s dangerous for her to be so close. It’s dangerous for me too but that’s something I’ll get into later.

The stand-off between the two boys seems to come to an end, with the shocking twist that Jason looks at you and apologizes for the misunderstanding. Your brow raises. He wasn’t really doing anything but being a little weird. Like usual.

Once Jason is gone, you whirl around to thank Billy for showing up when he did but to your surprise, he’s already walking away. He’s doing it so fast it’s almost as if you repel him. The complete opposite of the way he normally tends to be with you, always lingering. Watching. Managing to pop up just when your mind wanders and thoughts of him seem to fill it.

You stare after him and sigh, ultimately shaking your head. Blowing out a ragged breath as your hand tangles in a mess of thick and teased hair.

❝ That entire thing wasn’t weird, not even a little..❞ you mumble to yourself as you shake your head.

You don’t see Billy for the rest of the day. Which is unusual, considering he’s always lurking somewhere close. By the time the day ends, all you want to do is get home and get ready for your movie matinee at the Hawk with your friends.

Maybe a little harmless trick-or-treating with your baby brother and younger sister first. You’ve put the whole bizarre day out of your head.. Or you’ve tried to.

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saulocept · 1 year

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cause love don’t get no higher than this

pairing: nicholas wolfwood/f! reader

rating: m

summary: He’s been a little too stressed out lately. Luckily, you’re there to help him out.

notes: some warm up, tbh. been a while since i wrote anything so! lots of apologies. tags include: smoking, blowjobs, slight praise kink - nothing too explicit. had this idea for a while, ran with it, and now im apologizing for it. sorry

Rest and relaxation. R&R. That’s what you’ve called it, dragging him and everyone else inside the nearest pub you can find. He hates it, somehow – the word, mostly because he neither feels rested nor relaxed, and trying to force himself to doesn’t seem to be working. In fact, he’s certain he’s downed one too many drinks, and still he feels stressed, jittery, his limbs aching to move, do something, anything but stay still, be in a single spot for too long.

It’s easier to think that he’s just high off the adrenaline. The previous battle had been intense, if he could even call it that. It’s not like he fought anything; he’s not too stupid to think he could take on a giant mindless desert monster anyway, especially when it’s far too hungry and probably hasn’t eaten for days. For the most part, he’d just ran, hiding behind alleyways and abandoned houses, trying to reach the nearest safe space he can find.

He didn’t know how long he’d ran, exactly. The next thing he knew, he’s standing in front of a small town, nameless, though not quite abandoned. There’s a sign in front of him: huge letters in blood red, though they’ve faded so much he could hardly read them anymore. He thought it might be the name of this town, though he’s not nearly curious enough to want to confirm. Whatever. It’s not like it matters, anyway.

The rest of the day passes by without much of an incident. You’re the one who’d pressed on ahead, strutting toward town without a care in the world. The rest of them follows after you without much complaint, likely a little too tired from running to think about anything else. You, however, were still a little too full of energy. It’s almost amusing seeing you running around from place to place, approaching villagers and asking them questions none of them had enough energy to ask. He snorts, shakes his head, watches as you beckon them along, urging them to follow after you. No wonder you and Meryl get along so well.

In the end, though, it’s all because of you and your incessant questions that he’s sitting in this pub, nursing another drink. He’d hardly call it relaxation, or rest, but he supposes it’s better than nothing. Here’s to another day of survival.

He breathes out a sigh, places his empty glass back on the table. He reaches for his pack of his cigarettes in his pocket, grabbing a stick and placing it between his lips. He’s still trying to find his lighter when the lady in front of him: the bartender, nameless and old and greying, yanks the stick out of his mouth, bending it between her fingers. It crumples easily under her touch. “No smoking on the premises, young man,” she chides, giving him a stern glare.

He stares at the wasted stick in front of him with open mouth, silently mourning its loss. Fuck, and he hasn’t even got a lot of them left. Realizing that the woman’s still glaring at him, waiting for a response, he nods his head, shoving the pack of cigarettes back in his pocket. “Yes, ma’am,” he says finally, slumping his shoulders and then sighing.

The woman turns away from him without another word.

How long does it take for a man to get drunk? Surely, he must’ve drunk enough glasses that the alcohol should be taking effect. But he’s not drunk yet, not even a little, and he’s starting to hate this because somehow, he feels even more restless than before, aching for something stronger, something else he can’t quite name.

He drums his fingers against the wooden table, stares blankly at his empty glass, breathing out another sigh. Boredly, he grabs the lighter from his pocket, turns it over and over between his fingers, steadfastly ignoring the glare the nameless woman keeps sending his way.

He isn’t sure how many minutes have passed before he feels a tap on his shoulder. With a grunt, he turns his head, glares at the intruder. “Oh,” he mumbles, his glare quickly disappearing at the sight of you. “It’s just you.”

“Yep,” you say, with enough energy to make him even more miserable. “Just me.”

He slumps further into his chair. “What do you want?”

“What do you say we go outside,” you ask, and at your words, he turns to look at you again, eyeing you suspiciously. You keep a straight face, affect a flat tone; still, there’s a glimmer in your eyes that piques his curiosity enough. “Get some fresh air?”

“Fresh air, huh?” he echoes, and you nod, giving him a gentle smile at the curious look he gives you. With another sigh, he stands up from his chair, places a few bills under his glass; it’s all he’s got with him, but he figures it’s enough to cover for whatever he’s drunk this night, probably even more.

Your smile widens when he moves to follow you, and you lead him out of the pub, through a door he’d never seen before (the side one, he presumes), expertly dodging Meryl’s questions all the while. In the end, she’d let you both go without much of a fuss, though he could still feel her glaring daggers on his back, like he knows exactly what you’re up to. He turns around one last time to give her a quick wave, both playful and mocking at the same time, just to annoy her a little more.

And then he follows you out the door, and into the streets. It’s dark out, with only the street lamps to light his way. It’s not enough to see clearly; he could still hardly see a thing, but it’s enough to keep him from stumbling into things.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, whistling a quiet tune under his breath as he trails after you, observing his surroundings. You’ve reached an alleyway now: empty, quiet, hidden from view. Dark enough that no one would think to stay in here for long. Sinister enough that no one would think to search here for you.

He hums under his breath, amused. “Wow,” he mumbles, and he can’t help but sound impressed, “You really planned all this, didn’t you?”

You shrug, turning to him with a coy smile plastered on your lips. A little too innocent that he knows it’s anything but. “What do you mean planned?”

He narrows his eyes, stares at you in suspicion, but you only bat your lashes at him, keeping the innocent act. “Come on,” you say soothingly, “I just thought we could use a break.”

He raises an eyebrow. “We?”

“You,” you correct, uttering the words a little too quickly that he doesn’t have much time to question it. There’s a sheepishness to your voice, your words, an uncertainty he finds rather endearing. “You seem rather stressed, so I thought I’d do something to cheer you up.”

“Oh?” There’s an edge to his voice now, and slowly, he takes a step toward you, inching dangerously closer. You remain where you are, quiet, staring up at him. He smiles. “And how would you do that exactly?”

You smile back at him, resting your hand firmly against your sides. There’s a glimmer in your eyes now that wasn’t there before, and the sight of it sends a little thrill through him. “Why ask?” Here, your voice drops, turns teasing. It’s your turn to catch him off-guard; you step toward him, closer and closer until you’ve finally cornered him against the wall. He doesn’t stop you, doesn’t move to push you away, and your smile widens, grows almost sharper in the dim light. You reach out, rest a palm against his chest, trailing it slowly downward. A bold move, he thinks, something he almost wouldn’t expect from you.

You take another step forward; you’re so close now, enough that he could practically feel the warmth radiating off you. He could smell you now, could almost taste you on the tip of his tongue, sweet as sugar. You keep your eyes on him the whole time as you trail your palm downward: slow and teasing and playful, stopping just at the hem of his pants, “You know I could just show you, right?”

He laughs, leans back against the wall as he watches you, tries to hold back a groan when he feels you palm him through his pants, squeezing him once through the fabric. Teasing. “Getting bold now, are we?”

“Mm-hm.” You’re kneeling in front of him now, fumbling with his pants, fiddling with the zipper, letting his cock spring free. He sucks in a breath, a little startled by the quickness of your movements, though he makes no move to stop you. You pause, looking up at him with half-mast eyes, giving him a tiny smile. “Only for you.”

“Alright,” he says, just because he refuses to let you have the last word. “Let’s see it.”

You make quick work of him. He’s not hard yet, not quite, but it doesn’t seem to deter you. In fact, it seems to have quite the opposite effect; you lean your head forward, press a kiss against the tip of his cock. Soft, almost teasing.

He bites back a groan, leans his head back against the wall, watches you with bated breath. It’s fucking torture, some new kind of agony, watching you take him into his mouth. Slow, and definitely on purpose. Like you’re toying with him, trying to see how much more of this he can take.

He glares at you, but it’s hard to look intimidating when he’s got his cock shoved in your mouth. You catch it well enough, though you only send him a mischievous look in response. He’s still halfway through figuring out what it means before you’re making another move, leaning forward, taking more of him in – not wholly, not yet, but you’re getting there.

Shit. It’s surprising enough that he can’t stop the strangled breath that spills out of him, soft and shaky and seemingly too much like a groan. He throws his head back against the wall; with trembling fingers, he reaches for his pocket, grabs the pack of cigarettes he’s always kept in there. He takes a stick, shoves it between his lips, fishes for his lighter. He doesn’t fumble this time. No tricks, no hesitations. He flicks it open, lights the cigarette between his lips, watching the flames dance around the edges. Bright red, orange, fading to black as quickly as he could blink.

He takes a deep drag, leans further back against the wall and watching as trails of smoke drift upward and away from him. He gets a moment of reprieve before you’re making your move again, swirling your tongue around the head, slow and teasing, fingers touching the rest of him, caressing, trying to make up for whatever your mouth can’t quite reach, and fuck, it’s too good that he can’t stop the way his hips jerk into you, shoving more of his cock in.

He hears you gag before he even realizes what’s happening. Shit. He startles a little; he tries to glance at you, concern etched on his face, but there’s a slowness to his movements, as though he’s just waking up from a dream. He can’t see a damned thing in this place, not even if he squints his eyes.

“You okay?” he asks, just to make sure. You give him a thumbs-up from where you are, and the sight of it is so ridiculous, unexpected, that he can’t stop the laugh that spills out of him, equal parts amused and disbelieving. Still, he lets it go, doesn’t press any further, slumps even more against the wall without moving too much, giving you room to adjust, catch your breath.

He rubs the butt-end of his cigarette against the wall, smearing black ash behind him. He folds it in half, throws it somewhere down the ground. Then he grabs another, lights it up, tips his head back against the wall as he closes his eyes and takes another drag.

You’re still trying to fit all of him in, taking in as much of him as you could, and he can’t help but feel amazed by your determination. He lets the cigarette dangle from between his lips as he decides to help you out. “Hey, come on,” he says after a moment, almost soothingly. He knows he still hasn’t apologized from before, not directly, but he does try to make it up to you, placing a hand on your head and patting you gently. Encouraging. “You can do it, can’t you?”

He's egging you on, trying to see how far you’re willing to take this, and he knows he shouldn’t, not when you’re practically choking on his cock, but you look so good right now that he can’t help it. He watches you then, grows quiet, runs his fingers through your hair absently.

Your eyes are glistening with tears. Drool spills at the corners of your mouth, but you’re making no move to stop. The corners of his lips twitch into a smile. He reaches out with his free hand, gently caresses your cheek. “Do you want to stop?” he asks, tracing little circles along your skin, slow and soothing.

You make a noise in your throat, and when he only raises an eyebrow at you, curious, you shake your head, wrapping both arms around his hips, leaning forward and taking him deeper into your mouth.

All of him now, he thinks, and it’s a sudden thing, unexpected and surprising. He throws his head back, unable to stop the groan that spills out of him. The cigarette drops from between his lips, but he can’t bring himself to care. It’s an awareness that comes to him vaguely, as if from a fever dream, and he stubs it beneath his shoe, crushes it in the process. He kicks it away from the two of you, doesn’t even bother to light up another.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and his voice is soft, raspy. He gives your cheek a gentle pat. The praise only spurs you on; you moan around his length, bob your head up and down. He clutches a fistful of your hair, tugging a little as he closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling.

“You remember your safe word, don’t you?” he asks you, just to make sure. He twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers, tugs at it once more when you don’t respond. You hum around him after, and he makes a surprised noise in his throat, one that quickly turns into a laugh a second later. He shakes his head in disbelief when he catches you staring at him, the mischievous glimmer in your eyes bright like stars. You really are something else, aren’t you?

His grip on your hair tightens, more desperate. There’s a warning in there, hidden in between, something he feels he doesn’t need to vocalize. He’s closer now, almost there. He knows you can feel it, too, knows you can tell; there’s a certain kind of hastiness in your movements, a quickness born out of desperation, determination – something that grows with every second.

It doesn’t take long; he tugs on your hair once more, a little more harshly than before, rougher. It’s a quiet warning, the only thing he manages to give you before he’s coming undone, spilling all over your mouth, your hands, between your fingers, on the ground beneath you.

He watches you swallow it down, all of it, moaning at the taste of him and licking your lips as soon as you’re done like you miss it still, can’t get enough of it, and the sight of it is almost enough to get him hard again, ready for more. Still, he ignores the feeling, pretends it isn’t there. This can wait, he thinks, and besides, this isn’t the kind of place for secret trysts, after all, even if it’s dark and perfectly empty.

He lets go of your hair, ruffles it a little and then moves to pull his pants up. He laughs when he sees you pouting at him, reaching out to pat you once more on the cheek. “Get up,” he says, and though his tone is stern, there’s no bite in it, no real venom.

You frown at him. Your expression’s one of pure confusion now, and he huffs out a laugh, shakes his head, reaching out to flick you gently on the forehead. “Come on,” he says, grinning when he sees you glaring at him, pouting. “You can’t really be this cockdumb to want to do it here of all places now, can you?”

“Oh.” You seem almost flustered now, embarrassed. “I thought—”

“That we’re done?” he offers, tilts his head to the side as he studies you. You’re squirming now under the weight of his gaze, more embarrassed now than ever, and he bites the inside of his cheek, tries to stop himself from smiling too widely. “We’re not—” here, he pauses, raises an expectant brow in your direction. He knows what your response is going to be, but he couldn’t stop himself from teasing you anyway, “Unless you want to, that is.”

“No!” The response comes, faster than he anticipates. He tries his hardest not to laugh, but the sound spills out of him at the last second anyway, and he’s rewarded by the burn of your glare, something he isn’t fazed by in the least bit.

But your cheeks are still burning, and you look practically ready to get swallowed up by the ground. He clears his throat, gathers his composure, deciding that he should stop embarrassing you any further.

“Come on,” he says again, trying not to smile. He reaches out, ruffles your hair, grinning when you give him another scathing glare. He moves away, stretches a hand in your direction, then slowly pulls you to your feet. You reach for his hand, holds it in yours, twining your fingers together. He snorts, rolls his eyes, though he makes no move to pull away, or push you off him, “Let’s go.”

#renwrites #nicholas wolfwood x reader #trigun stampede x reader

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