#yandere spooktober

[marveloustimestwo]

Hello!! Could I request a zombie Peter Parker (tasm) x reader in a zombie apocalypse au?

Warnings: Yandere themes, zombie apocalypse au, in turn, mentions of murder and cannibalism (but not by reader, and not explicit).

When Peter first got bit trying to protect you, it likely instilled a sense of relief in you.

Peter had been nothing short of paranoid and obsessive about you and your safety, even before the apocalypse started.

Even if you had tried to accept his more . . . overwhelming qualities, it was still hard for anybody to deal with.

After finally seeing a way out of it, despite the fear of losing a fierce protector, you still couldn't help but feel a bit happy at your newfound freedom.

You thought that Peter would die quickly after being bitten. You didn't want to stick around to see him turn, fearing that he might bite you too in an attempt to keep you with him even in death.

Now you could go anywhere you wanted without Peter constantly breathing down your neck or purposefully killing anyone you came across, even if they were friendly.

But despite most people becoming walking brain-dead corpses whose only rational thought was to eat other people, you soon found out that even in his new zombie state, Peter's obsession for you still burned bright.

You swore it was like an infection of its own; never fading or dying, consuming Peter even when he himself should be dead.

After settling for the night only a few days after leaving Peter, you could hear a zombie groaning close to the house you took shelter in.

It wasn't unusual. Quite the opposite, actually. The groans of the dead were familiar now, and so long as they weren't too many of them or too close, you didn't find yourself bothered by them when you were safe indoors.

As you were just about to sleep for an hour or two, you found yourself on edge at the sound of a persistent zombie groaning and scratching at the door.

Which was very strange. You made sure to be quiet, and that you stayed away from any window that someone could see you through. No zombie should have been able to tell you were staying there.

At first, you wanted to leave it be and deal with it when you left, but you knew that leaving the groaning zombie could attract others, which would be much more dangerous.

So you grabbed your machete, ready to put the corpse out of its misery, only to find the pale, bloodied face of your boyfriend trying to grin at you.

The fact that he was even managing said smile tipped you off that Peter wasn't all zombie, but he certainly wasn't all human either.

You didn't know what he was, and despite how he tried to seem friendly (even in this state, he could never want to hurt you), you still couldn't help but feel afraid of him.

You let him into the abandoned house you had found, and noticed a few things about him.

Peter didn't talk much now. You knew he could, as he tried to explain where he'd been and how he'd found you, but you suspected that the sickness caused him to struggle to either put words together or outright speak them.

Still, Peter tried to make you more at ease by talking with you like he used to.

And just like he used to be, Peter was still as obsessed and overprotective as ever.

You tossed around the idea of killing him when he wasn't alert, but that was quickly thrown out when Peter always seemed to be alert.

You theorized that his new state had given him a few perks like not needing to sleep or eat, which made it so that he was around much more often, despite never being physically apart in the first place.

Before, you could have some peace when he slept, or when he kept you away while gathering supplies in some of the more dangerous areas.

Now, Peter's much more territorial, and has an easier way of dealing with people he deems a threat.

Though he tries to keep it from you as long as possible, Peter does slip away sometimes when he knows you're safe to dispose of these threats in a much more. . . vicious way.

He finds that it both helps him function for longer while helping him "protect" you.

Despite finding happiness after Peter was bitten, thinking that you would finally be free from his obsessive nature, you were now subjected to a half-zombified Peter who's even worse than before.

#yandere #yandere peter parker #yandere spooktober #yandere spiderman #yandere marvel #yandere mcu

[thewriterg]

hush puppy

A/n: oh wow headcannons so cute I wrote this while I was half asleep so… —kinktober day; 23—

warning(s); SMUT, power dynamic, degradation, praise, dry humping, pegging, pet names, and language

secret subs! who probably told you they were doms the first time you even brought up sex in fear that you would think how they actually wanted to be treated was gross and we’re afraid you wouldn’t like them if so

secret subs! who used to make themselves nauseous when previous flings would cry under them begging on their cock while degrading phrases were forced from his lips burning his tongue and ended not enjoying sex for a while

secret subs! who gets hard from you calling them a good boy even if they were doing something harmless like washing the dishes that has them rushing towards the bathroom to take care of the growing tint in their pants

secret subs! who act very poised and carry themselves with confidence that you can break down in seconds by a few words and light feathery touches to… sensitive areas

secret subs! who look up fem doms and are aching soon enough face flushed skin hot until they finally slam the laptop closed a vowel to never watch something like it again for obvious reasons… the obvious reasons being a stubborn boner pressing against their pants bottoms while they squeeze their legs together trying to take the pain off their aching cock

secret subs! who start testing the waters with little things like seeing how far they can get with making you angry before you tip over the edge and put them back in their place where they should stay

secret subs! who let out rushed moans not realizing what they said as you bounce on their cock your cunt swallowing them whole “ngh- oh fuck miss please”

secret subs! who let you fuck your frustrations out on them after a long day or a situation that didn’t go how you wanted it to “name augh- please, please, please, name” long whimpers and whines that are loud and clear while you thrust your hips into his abused hole hitting his prostate over and over with your strapped cock

secret subs! who act out just for your attention even if it’s the wrong attention or very right in their mind “please mam I’m ahh! I’m s-sorry I won’t do it a-a- oh fuck! I won’t do it again” he sobbed his arms tied behind his back bare now red and bruising ass revealed to you to use at you disposal “no, you wanted my attention? you got my attention baby” You hummed before bringing your hand down harshly the air whooshing behind it coming down with a harsh sting that brought tears to their eyes

Secret subs! who live for degrading insults as much as they do your praise “dirty fucking slut couldn’t wait five minutes before your getting off on my shoe” You chuckle staring down at him his clothed cock rubbing against the tip of your boot under your desk as you ended your online meeting

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #light yagami x reader #gojo x reader #obanai x reader #demon slayer x reader #death note x reader #yandere #loki x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #bakugou x reader #spencer reid x reader #sub!character #dom!reader #sub!character x dom!reader #spooktober #angstober #kinktober #flufftober #romance #i love you #thewriterg #2023 #fem!reader

[lixxiebrownies]

Yandere jock!bangchan

Yandere jock!Bangchan- instead of being mean and bully like he’s kind and hates bullies with a burning passion but if he sees you being bullied he will become one.

Yandere jock!Bangchan- who is a himbo but has strong arms and is 6’0 ft.

Yandere jock!Bangchan- who first meets you in elementary school where you don’t have any food so he gives you his juice and sandwich. then, he sees how cute you are and makes sure to bring a little extra food for you!

Yandere jock!bangchan- slowly when the years past he slowly becomes more obsessed with you the more you interact.

Yandere jock!Bangchan- little by little takes your friends away and family telling that there and people

Yandere jock!bangchan- refuses to do things like playing in games or doing his work without you and you had to change all you classes to be with him

Yandere jock!bangchan- every time he does something good or wins a game he takes you out for ice cream and maybe sometimes dinner

Yandere jock!bangchan- can’t handle others around you so he gets really jealous if your giving attention to someone that’s not him

Yandere jock!Bangchan- always has to be touching you and if he can’t he’ll have a temper tantrum or a freak out

Yandere jock!Bangchan- who isn’t the best in some classes but still try’s to help you

Yandere jock!Bangchan- if something isn’t good enough for you or someone he’ll get rid of it and you will never see it again Besides his yandere side, those are staying no matter what.

Yandere jock!Bangchan- sneaks into your house/apartment ever night and takes some stuff like hair bands or a pencil and adds it to his collection in a special room he keeps just for you! and sometimes reads your diary if you have one

Yandere jock!Bangchan- who has the biggest golden retriever energy

Yandere jock!Bangchan- knows how to fight and he can wrestle and box too;)

Yandere jock!Bangchan- who never worries about anyone approaching you while he’s around you because of ‘scary dog privileges’ or ‘fuck with me you dead;)’

Yandere jock!Bangchan- loves everything about you. To him you have absolutely no flaws and just perfect 10/10 pretty pretty girl/boy!

Yandere jock!Bangchan- who comforts you when your friends start to be strangely distant from you. Oh Well at least you’ll always have him by your side and no one else

©LIXXIEBROWNIES

(Do you guys wanna part two..?)

#yandere skz #yandere bangchan #stray kids yandere #spooktober #lixxiebrownies #I swear to god I worked hard on this

[kyon]

Check out some of the buzz we've gotten over on itch for Model Employee, our corporate horror visual novel made in one month for Spooktober 2023 VN jam!

Grab the link in the replies and head over to download it now, for FREE!

#horror games #spooktober #visual novel #pc games #yandere #retro gaming

[hobisstar]

What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungguk #jungkook yandere series #jungkook yandere #yandere bts #yandere!jungkook #hobisstar writes #jungkook ff #jk bts #jeon jk #spooktober

[dreamkidddream]

The Perfect Husband || Nanami

This came from a random thought I had watching a show called Flower of Evil (which is so good omg!!!), so I decided to add it to the lineup last minute (and I wanted a little bit of domestic Nanami- sue me 🤷🏾‍♀️). Reader is gender neutral!

CW: yandere, mention of blood and violence, modern AU

Dream’s Spooktober 2022 👻

Kento remembers the day he proposed to you.

He remembers the shock dancing over your face, the tears that began to sprang from your eyes as your hands covered your mouth. You couldn’t stop nodding your head or control your teary smile as you said yes, jumping into his open arms and pressing kiss after kiss against his lips. It became a fond memory the two of you shared.

He remembers how radiating you looked walking down the aisle, and how your hands trembled a bit in his. It only made him smile more at how nervous and excited you were- you’re too adorable.

When you both sealed your eternal promises with a kiss, it became the happiest day of his life.

The warmth constantly blooming in Kento’s chest used to be unrecognizable- foreign even. It only began to grow more and more when you came into his life. He wasn’t a fool- he knew what that feeling was, but he didn’t want to believe it. He knew how cruel the world could be, and he refused to fall for its delusion.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to part from you.

The underlying apprehensiveness that boiled in his stomach was only an indication of the obvious- he was growing close to you, too close, and it was getting harder to pull himself away.

And when he finally surrendered himself, he never felt so free before.

The happiness that he believed he would never receive in life came in the form of you.

Your own joy brought a bit of color back into his world- seeing your smile was more than enough for him.

Which is why he would do anything to make sure that you would never stop smiling.

Even if it meant getting his hands filthy.

But the filth meant nothing in comparison to if he lost you.

Kento believed himself to be a patient and understanding man. There were certain things that would get under his skin- staining his shirt, being stuck in traffic, dealing with Gojo, working overtime- issues that he would have to deal with constantly in his adult life. But it was doable because he got to go home to you.

But his patience was quick to run thin when anything got in the way of that. When anything or anyone got in between you and him.

Kento just wanted a peaceful life with you. He just wanted to retire and spend the rest of his days with you- but yet, people wanted to get in the way of that.

But it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.

That was evident with the man quivering below him, bound and gagged.

The fear in his eyes was more than satisfying to say the least, but Kento wasn’t a sadist. He was only doing what was necessary. He knew what he was doing was wrong legally, but he refuses to let anything get in between him and his love.

“You’re becoming more of a pain the longer you stay in the picture.” He sighed and loosened his tie, wrapping it around his knuckles. “Are you trying to irritate me on purpose?”

The muffled screaming was something he already expected, but it still grated his nerves- it did every time he had to hear it.

He remembers the first error that had to be corrected- how angry he was, how he brutally lost control-

There was too much to clean up afterwards, but he’s learned to control himself enough to be careful.

This was all for you after all.

He grabbed the machete hanging over the workbench, and he saw his own chestnut eyes stare back at him in the blade’s reflection.

However, he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit of a rush from this.

“Now then, let’s get this over with, shall we?”

—

Something heavy shifted the bed low next to you, already waking you out of your sleep.

“Kento?” You called out to your husband drowsily, eyes barely open as you turned to him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing to worry yourself over, dear.” Kento shushed you, already settling by your side and taking you into his arms. “Go back to sleep, it’s late.”

“Says the one that has to work in the morning.” You muttered, drifting back to your dreamless slumber.

Your words made him chuckle, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering goodnight.

You can be so naive, but Kento wasn’t upset about it. You didn’t have to know of his past- to know what he has to do to keep you his safe.

You never saw the blood decorating the basement walls, or the crimson stained machete hanging in the shadows.

Nor would you ever have to know of the bodies buried under the hanging bleeding hearts.

#dream queued this! #dream’s spooktober 2022 👻 #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x reader #jjk nanami x reader #jjk reader insert #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk #yandere nanami #yandere nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x you #jjk x you #yandere x reader

[nightasobu]

We're celebrating the 1 year anniversary of our game Parasite in Love! And wow, I can't believe it's already been a year. This game got so much support and love that it really made me believe in my journey as a visual novel dev. If you're one of the people who already played it, feel free to tell me your favorite moment! If not yet, I would be happy if you gave it a try. It's free! You can play it here:

Hope you have fun with our lovely yandere amoeba Niall! Happy Spooktober!!!

#visual novel #horrorgames #indiedev #psychological horror #parasite in love #pilvn #spooktober #male yandere

[bellafragolina]

How about self-aware Kieran and he goes yandere for us, especially when we practically scream in rage at the limited dialogue provided by Gamefreak that made us lie to him. Tis the season for the yandere to come forth and make their moves!

You're so far away, even when right in front of him.

He can hear you. You never say words, never move your mouth, but he can hear you talk. Outside of the stiff dialogue you're forced to say, he can hear you long to talk with him more, to be friends. He can hear you get so mad when you're forced to lie to him.

Kieran knows the script. He knows what's to come, what's to be. But what he doesn't know is you. He wants to know your face outside of the puppet you command. He wants to know your thoughts, the ones you don't say allowed to a screen full of fish-eyed character models.

Kieran wants it so bad he wants to rage at his own family.

But he doesn't. He plays by the rules. He doesn't want to scare you off, after all. That would kill him, he knew.

You're everything. And Kieran plans to get to you, however he can. It's a fake world, after all. And once he's strong enough, he'll rule it, and claw his way to you.

Just you wait.

#spooktober #yandere

[mamamittens]

No Reason to Be Afraid (Every Reason to Run)

1/13 of Spooktober Event 2023

One Piece; "How our Seeds Grow" child reader & OC (Echo)

Warnings: Mild violence against a minor and implied Eldredge horror.

Word Count: 2,805

You didn’t mind it too much at first. It seemed a bit much, but several people insisted that it was necessary. Where else could you store your extra clothes and bedding if not a wardrobe? And with it secured to the wall, it was perfectly safe.

Personally, you thought this was someone’s attempt to outdo someone else, but no one was fessing up to it. Your bet was Marco.

This seemed like a ‘Marco’ thing to do.

It was massive. A dark stained wood with carved scrolling embellishments along the sides of the double doors. The top arching up like the peak of a mountain or a crown. It smelled a bit musty, particularly on the inside, but otherwise it was fine. The inside of the doors had hooks and a bar went along the top of the wardrobe to hang up clothes. Two drawers slid out underneath it for what you could only assume to be shoes?

It was excessive and very nice. The two brass handles gleaming with fresh polish even in the low light of your room.

Already there were clothes hanging up and folded on the bottom of the wardrobe. It didn’t come close to filling it up, but you were pretty sure it wouldn’t be long until your many brothers would ‘just so happen’ to have things in your size.

It was weird to see it in your room. Over time, you’d gotten used to the darkness and cozy isolation. Once you’d gone to bed, no one was to bother you. Marco’s insistence, actually, to ensure you kept up a good sleep schedule. Cream murmured in his terrarium as he settled down as well.

There was a crack of soft light from under the door that drifted along the floor, catching just so on the brass handles. They flickered gold and amber spotches as you curled up on your side. Warm and comfortable, your eyes drifted closed. The sound of the ocean distant alongside people milling quietly about the halls. Footsteps carefully clicking away.

The light on your eyelids dimmed and you sleepily looked at the door.

They were turning off most of the lights now, leaving only a few to illuminate any night owl’s path. Their glow still somehow blazing on the brass handles that flickered slowly. Off and on.

Gold and amber and red… red… red.

The room grew still suddenly. Like all the air had been taken out of your lungs as a cold chill swept down your spine.

You looked at the nearly dark doorway with wide eyes, slowly glancing over to the wardrobe.

The lights were higher up now, weren’t they? Still steadily flickering like a candle.

Like blinking.

Your eyes watered as you fought the urge to blink, horrified at the thought of looking away. But eventually, you had to blink.

It was quick. Nowhere near long enough to ease the sting in your eyes, but with your heart pounding against your chest it was all you could think to do.

The lights were higher up again.

Where before the brass handles were about halfway up the wardrobe, they now must have been close to the top. Actually, squinting hard, you could see a thin line of illumination catching alone the edge of the door as the brass handle gleamed from a different angle than before.

Wide. Open.

Your lungs shuddered as you gasped for air in horror. Your only thought a desperate plea to not blink. A low whine ringing through the room and sending your heart racing before you realized it was coming from yourself.

Inevitably, you had to blink again.

And then there was nothing. No lights. Just an open wardrobe.

You sighed, body collapsing against the mattress as you closed your eyes, laughing softly.

Someone else laughed too, their voice low and filled with malice. Directly over you.

You didn’t even have time to open your eyes when the blankets were yanked off.

You nearly shot up in alarm but froze upon seeing blazing red eyes hovering over you. Even in the darkness they were close enough you could see rows of thin, needle-sharp teeth grinning down at you.

They laughed, their breath seeping from between their teeth in a rancid miasma.

You screamed, high and loud without any decision on your part.

Bruising grip locking around your left ankle and yanking you up into the air.

There was a clatter somewhere outside your room that you could barely hear over your terrified sobs, chest heaving as you cried out as loud as your lungs could bear. Ripping through your throat as the creature laughed and someone called out your name. Footsteps thundering down the hall.

You wailed, still dangling upside down as they gripped your ankle so hard you felt the bones grinding.

“—NONONONONONONO—OHNONO! P-PLEASE L-LET ME GO-OH!” You cried, tears running into your hair as whatever had you moved towards the wardrobe just as keys jingled outside your door.

You grabbed at the fabrics as you were carried past them, yanking them off their hangers as the wardrobe slammed shut and your door was thrown open.

“What’s wrong?!”

And then it was dead still. The hand on your ankle letting go so you fell onto the hard ground. It was freezing cold suddenly and the air felt stale.

You cried out, clutching your head. Something hooking onto the back of your nightshirt and dragging you back. You flailed despite the agony it brought to your senses, everything a wash of dark shadows and dusty gray smudges. Feet and hands scrambling to hold onto something but you only got dust and cobwebs for your troubles. Your wet face grew tacky as dirt smeared onto your face.

They only seemed to laugh as they lifted you up by the back of your shirt and tossing you into a hanging cage. It swung wildly as something metallic clattered.

You felt something sharp scrape your cheek in the dark and jerked back, receiving a rough laugh.

“Hah! What delicious fear you have, little one. It shall feed me for a very long time~” They cackled cruelly. “Don’t go anywhere now!” Heavy footfalls receded into the darkness as you sobbed. Pulling your knees to your chest as the swinging died down to a gentle rocking. Your ankle throbbing with pain every time you put pressure on it.

You wanted to go home. You wanted Ace. He’d light up the room if you asked. He’d even set it on fire without asking. Or Marco. He could easily break the bars, you just knew it.

Thatch would hold you close and tell you everything was going to be okay. Izo clicking his tongue disdainfully at the mess before gently helping you clean up. Kotatsu giving you a bath himself or Stefan doing the honors with glee.

Mao wouldn’t have any problem at all with any of it besides, perhaps, fitting in the room. You weren’t sure with it being so terribly dark and without your glasses.

Oyaji would have flattened them before they could take you to begin with.

Your cries fell quiet slowly as exhaustion pulled you down. The cage was cold and uncomfortable. The bars almost burning as they bruised you. Still, you sniffled as you curled up to the best of your ability, trying to stay warm.

“That doesn’t look comfortable.” Someone called out softly, their voice almost echoing and playful.

You jerked, looking around wildly. In the dark, you couldn’t make out anything but a soft red glow beneath you.

“H-Hello?”

“Hello, hello, hello! I am Echo!” They called up to you. “…you’ve been crying? Right? I don’t see humans a lot—but your face is wet and dirty around your eyes. That’s from crying, isn’t it?” You felt confused but hopeful as you nodded.

“Y-Yeah.” You rasped quietly. “T-They took me from my bed and into the wardrobe. I-I wanna go home.” You pleaded softly.

“From your bed? How rude! Just a moment and I’ll personally take you back home… if I can find it.” There was slow and then rapid jingling of a bell as suddenly the cage was hit. The chiming loud in the dark. “Sorry, sorry, sorry! I’m not… tall. Hold on, okay?”

Something clicked across the bars and then there was a heavy thunk. Metal squealing in protest. The bell grew closer and something soft brushed your clenched hands. Firm, almost metallic, hands rubbed yours. They were quite a bit smaller than you, the red light now two smaller orbs. A white shape just barely visible. You sniffled, carefully reaching out to hug them.

They were smaller than you. Dressed in some sort of cloak with a hood. A white bird-shaped mask on their face. They carefully hugged your chest.

“T-Thank you!” You whimpered. They patted your back.

“WHO DARES INTRUDE INTO MY DOMAIN!” The voice growled, deep enough to shake your bones. Your friend, Echo, whipped around and there was an answering rattle and hiss.

“I dare! I dare! I DARE! ECHO, I AM ECHO, ECHO, ECHO!” Their voice wavered, not in uncertainty, but as though it was shifting beyond your hearing.

“Echo? Echo? Bah! What a weak name for a weak little thing! You think to steal my meal, pathetic repetition?”

There was the rattle again, bell jingling violently.

“You think to eat what you have stolen? A scared child?” Their voice dropped into a deep rasp, consuming the silence with fury. “Your insolence will taste exquisite.”

There was a light sound as something dropped onto the cage and suddenly Echo was gone. A wild screech filled the room as your captor screamed.

You couldn’t see beyond a jilting, jittering smear of red and blue and green. Blocks and flashes of color disjointed as it expanded. Your lungs ached with fear.

You were screaming.

“Hush, child.” A soft blue filled your vision. A white face lined with red hair curled around rosy cheeks greeted you. Gently, you were pulled free of the cage, the bird mask in your hands. “Pardon our sweet Echo. They mean well, but they are still so young.” The voice was feminine and soothing.

You could see her face now, features… strange. Painted red lips frozen in a pout. Her eyes were just a vivid green. No black or white to be found to indicate where she was looking. Actually… you didn’t think those were her eyes at all. Just above them were red slanted ‘eyebrows’, but as close as you were…

You could see thin black slits in them, gazing down at you gently.

She handed you down to someone else.

They also had a white face, but predominately blue. Blue hood with clumps of blue hair poking over their face. Closed ‘eyes’ with blue marks running down their cheeks. Also with thin black shapes that told you they likely were their real eyes. They had long, pointed white ears poking out from slits in the hood. Bells dangling from the tips of their hood over their shoulders.

“Hello, child. What a terrible night you’ve had. Echo, darling, come along. You’ll get sick if you actually eat that, you know.” The one holding you said, their voice smooth and low. Despite speaking, their lips didn’t move.

“Sorry! Thank you mama, papa! C’mon, let’s get you back home!” Echo called out, jumping into their mother’s arms. She was significantly taller than the one carrying you. Their head not even reaching the shoulder of her blue jacket with large white cotton collar. You could barely make out Echo cozying up into her fluff.

You sniffed.

“I-I get to go back home?” You asked softly, gripping their hood. There was a soft chuckle and they nodded.

“Yes. We often find strays in our travels and take them back home. I am Ocara, this is my lovely wife, Trilla. And our rambunctious child, Echo.” Ocara introduced themselves, gesturing with a clawed dark blue hand. Dark wings stretching out behind them.

“…what are you?” You couldn’t help but ask, Ocara chuckling at your question.

“We have no name but our own. It is our way. We journey to find ourselves. One day, Echo will find their own name, but they’ll always be ours.” Trilla softly called out as she led the way. “We usually don’t come this way, but Echo will be going on their journey soon and it is good practice to venture in… darker territory. Just in case.”

“Oh.” You replied.

“Hmm… Echo, dear, do you think you could find where they come from?” Ocara asked.

“Yes, yes, yes! This way, mama! It feels right!” Echo called, darting off their mother’s shoulder in a shower of furious jingles. She laughed as you squinted, trying to see where Echo went.

“Clever child! That’s correct!”

“Indeed. Here we are!” Ocara cheered. It looked like a wall of darkness but it rippled as Trilla walked into it. Ocara following with a hearty chuckle.

Suddenly you were in your room. Ocara stepping out into the light.

You clenched the fabric of his cloak as voices reached you.

“—the fuck happened!”

“I don’t know, but we’ve got to find them!”

“We’ve searched everywhere!”

“Hi! Hi! Hi!”

“WHAT THE SHIT?!” Ace screamed and you laughed wetly as Ocara carried you to the doorway.

“Pardon the intrusion, is this little one yours?” Ocara bounced you in their arms.

“Honey! Yes, they are, thank you so much—how the hell are you?” Thatch asked, scooping you up into his arms. “Oh, baby, you’re filthy, what happened?”

Trilla made a soft sound.

“Some sort of fear creature took them into their domain to eat them—they won’t be bothering you or yours again, though. Echo dear made sure of that.” Trilla laughed softly.

Thatch turned towards you in question.

“Y-Yeah, they saved me. I-I was so scared, Thatch!” You cried, rubbing your face and grimacing at the filthy all over your face and hands.

“Well then, it seems we owe you three thanks… do we need to worry about the wardrobe after this?” Marco asked as Ace kneeled down in front of what you assumed was Echo.

“Nice mask, kid.”

“Thanks! I’m going to grow out of it soon, though! Then I’ll get a face like mama and papa!”

“Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh…” Ace trailed off uncertainly as Ocara answered Marco.

“Oh, no! Certainly not! We’ll close it up when we leave. Bad luck it even opened like that to begin with, I’m afraid. It’ll be safe from now on though.”

There was a rattle of a bell and suddenly Echo was hanging off of Thatch’s other side, white beak in your face.

“If not, call me! Call my name, name, name! I’ll answer! That’s what friends do, right?” Echo asked, swiveling to face their parents.

Trilla and Ocara nodded in amusement.

“Indeed it is, Echo dear.”

“Would you mind staying? Oyaji would like to thank you personally and I know Thatch is dying to feed you at least once before you leave… in the morning, though.” Marco tsked, looking at you. “It’s past your bedtime and we need to clean you up first.”

Trilla laughed, a soft, rolling sound like a breeze over wheat.

“Feed us? Oh, mama, papa! Please! I wanna know what human food tastes like!” Echo begged.

“Oh, feed us? What a charmer you all are~! I suppose we wouldn’t mind—We’ve never been in this world before. It would be interesting to hear about it.” Trilla accepted.

“World?” Ace echoed, still seemingly reeling from the ‘face’ comment.

Thatch cleared his throat.

“Well, you go ahead and show them to a room they can use for tonight, Ace. Marco and I will help get them settled again.” Thatch smiled. “And thank you. Really. I thought by heart was going to stop when I heard them screaming.” Thatch held you closer and you buried your face into his neck.

“No trouble, dear~ No trouble at all~”

“… can I sleep with one of you?” You asked against his neck.

“Of course.” Thatch agreed quickly.

“Gladly—shame you’ll have to get up so early to ensure breakfast is immaculate, Thatch. Guess they’ll have to bunk with me.” Marco cooed, trying to pick you up from Thatch’s arms. He tensed, holding onto you as they both went back into your room.

“Now, why would they have to do that?” Thatch hissed through his teeth.

“And risk them waking up alone? After this terrible ordeal, Thatch, you monster~!” Marco grinned.

You sighed, wriggling to get free while they argued.

By the time you finished showering and changing, they reluctantly agreed to both sleep in Marco’s room so Thatch could wake up early and you wouldn’t be left alone.

Marco spent most of the night curled around you both, phoenix fire sputtering across your skin. Birdsong and bells soothing you to sleep.

#one piece #spooktober 2023 #how our seeds grow #platonic yandere

[marveloustimestwo]

hi! i was wondering if i could request (for spooktober) yandere!cult with aged up peter parker and bucky and steve if you want to add them in x fem!reader?? thank you!!

Warnings: Yandere themes, cult AU

Despite what you might first believe, I think that Bucky would be the first to become obsessed with you out of the three of them.

He's the one that you least expect. He's quiet in his obsession compared to Peter, and not as intense as Steve, but that doesn't mean you should underestimate him.

Bucky is all about your protection, which is why I think he's the one who would bring in others if it meant you would be safe.

Of course, one of the first people he trusts is Steve. Given how long the two have known each other, they both trust each other with things others might deem unacceptable.

Surprisingly, Peter comes in last. I see Peter being brought in by Steve later on.

You have quite a few people who take care of your every want and need. This cult is based around you, after all.

But when Peter joins, he quickly rises through the ranks of your helpers with how eager he is to be around you and take care of you.

He is wholly and completely obsessed with you. Out of the three, Peter's the most intense and loud about it, so it's no surprise when he's this eager to please you.

Whatever you want, Peter gets for you.

And while Peter helps you by being close to you, Bucky is the one who deals with security. As I said, he finds your safety to be very important.

He deals with any outside threat, such as people becoming suspicious of what the cult might be doing. And of course, he'll also deal with any inside threat. He can weed out any false believers easily.

From someone who wants to do you harm to those who are genuinely trying to help you get out of the delusional group that surrounds you constantly, Bucky deals with them quickly and harshly.

He's had years of experience with killing people before this. He can hide all of this away from you as easily as breathing. You'll never know a thing about what he does for you, all because he doesn't want to make you upset.

Meanwhile, Steve is the one that brings in new members.

While I can see Peter also taking that role with how devoted he is, Steve is the one who's more calm, controlled, and charismatic.

This is golden boy Steve here. He's approachable and friendly, and while Peter is both of those things, Steve doesn't have the level of social awkwardness that Peter does.

He's very charming in that old, 1950s gentlemanly way, and he can easily string together words that make you sound like a diety.

With Steve on the job, you'll have quite a few new members on your hands.

Considering how fluid these three are with their jobs, it's very hard for you to ever escape or complain.

Steve's great at bringing in many devoted followers, while Bucky makes sure that you're both safe and can't leave. All while Peter's ever-watchful gaze makes sure all of your needs are met; and if they're not, it's quickly reported to Bucky, who's always happy to take care of it.

#yandere #yandere cult #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere peter parker #yandere spiderman #yandere bucky barnes #yandere steve rogers #yandere spooktober #spooktober 2022

[thetopichot]

I got another poll for ya'll but this time it's not simply just Auron related.

Since the famous spooky month is arriving & I was thinking...

#the cat speaks #simping #writing #yuurivoice #fluff #yuurivoice auron #otp #otp prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #fall #yuurivoice headcanons #yuurivoice finn #yandere #yandere finn #vampire #fall theme #fall writing #spooktober #spoopy #tumblr polls #polls #writing tropes #fanfic tropes #fanfic

[cherisebombe]

😈 POV you summoned a demon girl for Halloween and now shes about to ruin your life. Part of a ghost and ghouls series I’m doing! This art is available on my Redbubble

#digital art #drawing #Illustration #Character Design #redbubble #redbubble artist #artists on tumblr #Small business #demon girl #gothic #goth aesthetic #devil #summoning #phasmophobia #yandere #anime artstyle #my art #ghost #spooktober #hallloween

[kyon]

Proud to announce that our submission for the Spooktober 2023 Visual Novel Jam is released!

Model Employee is a corporate horror visual novel where players take control of  the latest individual amongst millions to start working in one of Tethys' online shopping labyrinthine warehouses. Just discharged from the hospital and massively in debt for their life-saving cybernetics, the player-character must adapt to the "extreme" work-life balance of a Tethys Team Member- but they have help. 

Penny, the artificial personality that controls all security, waste disposal, and employee surveillance in the facility, specializes in reinforcing a certain kind of workplace culture- and she's taken an interest in you. 

With a vibrant cast, PC-98 inspired visuals and multiple endings, Model Employee is a modern horror story that'll stick with you long after you've clocked out of your shift.

If you want to get ahead in business, you need to Make Something of Yourself.

Grab the link in the replies and head over to download it now, for FREE!

#horror #spooktober #visual novel #pc games #indie gaming #yandere #pc 98 #retro

[hobisstar]

What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader Part II

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol.

Jungkook at this point was flying down the highway, where could yn be at this late?

He was confused really. He told her, never go into his office. Why would she disobey him?

He remembers that the coffee shop she works at is open late so maybe she’s there.

Yn was frightened the things she saw in that dark room where not normal to have.

“ You look so shocked, yn. I’m sorry you had to find out about that side of him. I should’ve told you sooner but I was scared he would hurt you or me,” Seokjin, her best friend since childhood, sat down her warm tea she ordered on his island.

“Does he know you are here?” Shaking her head, no, she sighed out of fright. “ I just can’t get the pictures out my head. Who were those people? Why was he hurting them? Why was he taking pictures of me… like that? I’m so scared, Jin.”

He tired comforting her but not knowing if that would work.

“ I really should’ve told you sooner, Yn.”

The only reason that Jin knows about it is because he’s seen Jungkook physically harm someone back when Jin used to work with him at the flower shop. It’s how Jungkook and Yn met each other 5 years ago.

Around that time, he wasn’t obsessed with anyone but Jin always would see the look he had in his eyes.

That darkness in his eyes, it was filled with brutal acts, the one thing that was the scariest was that he never killed them at first.

He would torture them, slowly, saying things like you made me harm you with your dumb ass acts.

He was pure evil and there was no saving him.

Jin thought maybe if he introduced someone so beautiful, peaceful, pure and quite literally a flower, he would stop these acts.

He did at first, but then they only got worst.

When yn would stop by the flower shop, Dropping them both off some coffee of some sort and leave back out. Costumers would simply smile at her and send a nice hello gesture her way.

Jungkook didn’t like that.

In fact, one older guy said hello to her as she was leaving, even held the door for her.

Later that day during closing, Jin saw Jungkook brutal beat that poor man to a bloody mess. He intervened and told Jungkook to leave him be he’s already not moving.

He was willing to kill a man simply for saying hello to yn.

“ Why didn’t you tell me?” Yn questioned looking at him. “ You weren’t going to believe me, Yn. You would’ve assumed I was jealous of the relationship and brushed it off.So I told myself, when she finds out for herself, I’ll tell everything I know about him” Jin sighed and sat back against the couch.

“Was he always like this?” Looking at him as she sipped on her tea, feeling a little relaxed.

“Since I met him? Yeah, he’s always been off. I thought he just needed someone to love and someone to love him. He grew up without his mom or his dad, he was back and forth from foster care and foster homes. Unfit child. That’s what his records say. I only know this because my father worked with him when he was younger when my dad used to work in the foster care facility. I’m sorry I even introduced you two. The worst decision of my life. He won’t hurt you though, he would rather hurt himself than hurt you.”

Yn decided to go back to the apartment after some time. Jin promised her that Jungkook loves her way too much to hurt her she was safe for now, at least.

She unlocked the door seeing the lights still on and Bam peacefully back on the couch sleeping.

Sighing she grabbed her phone seeing the missed text messages and missed calls from Jungkook and her sister.

sister : yn where the hell are you?

Did you tell Kook you are with me?

He’s looking for you?

Are you at work?

Hello?

yn pls answer

She sighed again and called her sister back. “ What the fuck yn! Where have you been? Jungkook is worried sick! Did you guys have a fight or something?” “ Somewhat. I was with Jin but just to calm down. I’m back at home now. Did Jungkook call you or something?” Yn already knew he called her, I mean she did say she was with her. “ Yeah he did, it wasn’t long though. Get some sleep and call me tomorrow okay? I’ll come pick you up so we can hang out and talk all about it. Love you” her sister hung up and yn put her phone down and cuddled with Bam.

“ what do i do Bam? I have to go, I can’t stay with someone so dangerous.” She whispered petting his head.

As if on cue Jungkook came into the house and he smiled happily. “ There you are! I was worried baby~”

Smiling hard he took his jacket off and sat down on the other side of the couch, he tried touching her leg but she moved it.

Yn sat up and looked at him. “ Are you hiding something from me, Jeon?” She knows questioning him wasn’t right. But she needed him to say.

She needed to hear him say what exactly those photos were. She needs to hear it.

He tilted his head to the side, looking at Bam then the floor. “ Ah, I got a new tattoo and got a haircut-,” “ Jungkook, are you hiding something?” She repeated Scooting back.

“Why are you asking me-,” “ I saw the room Jungkook. I saw those… photos.”

He sighed and stood up, “ You went in my office?why-,” cutting him off again she shouted “ Why do you fucking care if I went in there or not? That’s not the problem! The problem is why do you have those photos Jungkook?”

At this point she started crying out of anger.

“It’s just art, Princess. I swear that’s all it is,” Jungkook was starting to panic on the inside. “That’s not fucking art! You have photos of you torturing people like it was that fucking Saw movie!” He sat back down and ran his hair through his hair.

“ okay. Okay” he tried to calm himself down ready to admit the truth. “ It is art, to me. It’s a hobby I have. I know I know it’s not a good one but I promise I don’t do it often.” He looked up at her moving a little closer, “ I’ve only did it once since we’ve been together, baby. Well, I’ve only killed once since we’ve been together.” Looking at her still he watched her tears drop down her face onto Bams head.

“ Who are those people, Jungkook?” She whispered feeling herself becoming unwell. “Baby” he started and yn just shook her head, “ Tell me, Jungkook, just please tell me.”

He didn’t want to. Why does she care about the people that has talked to her. People who have flirted with her, touched her, looked at her, even brushed passed in her in stores without saying sorry.

“ Those people are people who has looked at you the way only I can look at you, but baby they don’t matter. No no see only we matter, yeah? They deserved it.” He saw her stand up and he went to defense mode.

“ You hurt those strangers because of them simply glancing at me?”

Fear. He sees it in her eyes. He knows the look of fear. He never wanted to see it on her.

Jungkook started rapidly shaking his head. “No no, baby, no. Don’t look at like that. Don’t look at me like you are scared of me. Please I don’t want you to be scared of me, princess.”

“ the photos of me… why are you developing photos of me? Weird photos…”

“I want to remember you always baby that’s all. I won’t do it again if you don’t like it.”

Pondering. Yn knew that leaving would probably make him upset and start crying, possibly raging. She needed time though.

“ I think we should take a break,” “ No. absolutely not. you aren’t going.” He instantly answered.

“Just for tonight, Kook.” She tried to wipe her face from the tears but Jungkook grabbed her face shaking his head.

“ No baby, whatever I did to upset you I can fix it. Yeah we can fix it baby there is no need to leave. I won’t let you.”

“whatever you did? Jungkook you are hurting people, and that’s hurting me. I can’t stay here.” She took his hands off her face and grabbed her phone and purse heading to the door.

“ yn, if you fucking walk out that door, I promise I’ll kill Jin and Your sister. I’ll watch them fucking suffer if you leave me,” he walked up behind her grabbing her purse out her hand and throwing it on the couch.

“ You are gonna leave me and your child, Bam, Alone again?”

Without waiting on an answer he picked her up and began to take her to his office. Yn was trying hard to not go in there, she held onto the door frame, screaming and putting her weight down, but sadly jungkook won this fight with an over powering push which sent her stumbling into the office floor.

He looked at her and sighed. He closed the door and locked it from the outside.

“ Jungkook!” She kicked at the door and hit it a couple of times. “ Let me out, Jeon!” Screaming through the door still trying to open it, “ Fuck!” She let out a cry.

“ You disobeyed me and tired to leave to go to that punk bitch. You’ll stay in there until morning! Get some rest baby. Good night.”

Jungkook walked away from the door, the sounds of yn banging never lowering.

To be continued…

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #spooktober #jungkook yandere #jungkook ff #jeon jungguk #bts ff #jungkook yandere series

[dontmindthisblogpls]

May (fem! slasher) x Reader

I just saw "May" n I think female slashers deserve more appreciation here

Like imagine:

Imagine

She's gonna cook Mac n cheese for you :3

She's gonna support your art or whatever you are into

She'll come to you for comfort and vice versa 💖

Maybe she'll be crazy for Adam at first but eventually if she's your only one she'll be your only one ✨

Male? Female? Non Binary? No problem! This girl is canonically bi or even pan 🎉

Have a pet? Cool as long as you are loyal to her! She'll take care of it as she is a veterinarian

Can't find clothes you like? My girl here will make sum for you!

Knife play is maybe a must but I'm pretty sure that if you are not into it you can totally talk about it with her as long as you don't leave her

Yeah maybe you'll have to respect her doll best friend but if you are into Brahms or Amanda is the same stuff, you know the gimmicks ;0

Are you a doll collector? She is one as well 😃 (again as long as she is your only one nothing bad is gonna happen to your mh, Bratz, LDD you name it)

Ah yes also my girl got her own apartment to share with you and only you 😌

Want a oe have a kid? As long as you teach your kid to stay away from her doll best friend she'll be a great and loving parent

Are you into yanderes!? Boi as an avid yandere expertise I can assure you she is one certified yandere

She will be therefor you always, even when you least expect it

All n all my girl here is a 10/10 but yeah, you'll have to gain her trust by being kind to her and not freaking out for some of the things she does but we are slasher lovers/fckers we are built different 🫡 oh and yes make sure she'll be your only one if you don't want to end up being part of a franken/rag doll

We really need more content about female slashers 😭

#slasher fandom #slasher #slashfilm #slasher content #slasher community #female slasher #May #may 2002 #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #spooktober #female slashers #yandere

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Cornflower Blue

SPOOKTOBER SPECIAL

❥Yandere Outlaw Song Mingi x fem reader

➯a/n: this is my darkest fic yet imo, be sure to read the contents and take care of yourself! also im super proud of this, it took like three months tbh and i still didn't get to fit in everything i wanted to. enjoy some yandere minki 💙

✃The moonlight seeps in through the sheer curtains and paints your skin in a haze of blue. The bruise on your temple like a water color bloom.

♫ "You love me 'till you wear me out, then you love me more." -Cornflower Blue, Flower Face ♫"Love's never been more than pain, so Baby, show me how bad you hurt." -Dog Days, Ethel Cain ♫"My Babe would never fret about what my hands and my body done- if The Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my Baby." -Work Song, Hozier ♫"I just wanted to be yours. Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours." - Strangers, Ethel Cain ♫

✫彡wordcount: 14k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(ಡ‸ಡ) (>ᴗ•) genre: plot heavy smut, yandere, angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: GOOD LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE ??? wild west au, HEAVY yandere themes, murder, reader near death experience, mingi is CRAZY, bribery, manipulation, threatening, gun violence/shoot-out, injuries, invasion of privacy, 'off-screen' death of main characters, kidnapping, NSFW; multiple sex scenes, masterbation, unprotected(BOO), first time, head(reader receiving), size difference, spit, breeding kink, overstim, biiiiiig dick mingi (i'm a sucker😞), praise, dirty talk, soft sex turned rough, extreme possessiveness

not edited, definitely grammatical errors 🥲

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg @nini4m @senpai-of-doom

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Ellis~" Your sing song tone echoes out through the alleyway, crates of stored food blocking your view. "Oh, my! Is that a corn snake?" You yelled out dramatically, crouching down behind a crate.

"Where?!" The young boys voice gets closer by the second until he runs up to you and you snatch him up.

"Wraa! I got you!" He laughs loudly, an heart-full sound that rings out in the dead town. Everyone has gone besides very few to a new market up North. "I've caught you, and I'll eat you up!" You pull him up as he yells and laughs and swing him around as you twirl to the main road. "I'll have ye for supper," you laugh with your best witch-like voice.

"No, I'm not tasty!"

"No? Well... I guess I shouldn't do this then!" You playfully nom at his sweatered shoulder, tickling his ribs.

"Auntie, please, I'll do it! I'll sweep!"

You stand up like nothing ever happened and smile, "great, Miss Carmen will be most pleased." You had recruited multiple of the youngsters left behind to help you maintain the vacant homes while the market took place, and some off them were less than happy to have been roped in. "Would you like me to carry you?"

"Ye' , please!" His smile is missing a tooth, and it makes you chuckle.

You place him over your hip and begin the short walk, planning out the rest of the days chores in your head when he screams, "horsie!"

You follow the path his chubby fingers points to, and find a large figure riding in past the town sign on a similarly large white horse. His face is obscured by his large droopy hat, but that isn't what makes you suspicious at first.

The man riding into town has multiple guns on his figure.

You scramble to the side of the dirt path and hold Ellis' head to your shoulder, looking up at the stranger as he slows his horse to come to a stop right infront of you.

   "Hello, Si-"

  "Auntie, I'm scared." Despite your best efforts, the young boy had caught a glimpse of the towering and dangerous-looking man, shivering in your hold.

     You crouch down and set him down carefully, rubbing his back for a moment before you turn him in the direction you want him to go, "run off to the schoolhouse, tell Maria to come and cook up our guest a meal. You can do that, right?"

     He rubs his eyes and peeks at the man before looking back to you, nodding eagerly. "Go on and get, then." You pat his shoulder and watch him run before turning to the man.

       "Room and board, Sir?" You speak formally to the hidden man.

    "Yes." He speaks simply, swinging his leg and jumping down from the horse.

    He's no less intimidating now that he's technically level with you. He looms over you like a shadow and places a chill in your bones. "Is this place a ghost town?" He has an accent that you can't place, but you lock onto it anyhow because it's quite clear he isn't from around here. You look away from him, trying to hide your nerves at the fact that he's the first real stranger you've ever met.

    "No, Sir. Most are away to sell our spring crops." He hums shortly in response, watching you closely from under the shadow his hat casts over his eyes as you grab his horses reigns. You can feel the way his eyes bore into your every move as you begin waking, "follow me, then."

    It's a silent and most awkward walk down the deserted main street, and you can still feel his gaze burning into your back as you lead his horse into the stables.

"So, where are you from, stranger?"

     "Away." Your feeble attempt at small talk is shut down by the man immediately as he stands in the large doorway, broad shoulders nearly touching its sides.

"Very well," you step back out of the horse's temporary home, and are put in the shadow his large frame casts. "Uhm, my name is (Y/n)," you extend your hand, trying to remember your manners despite the fear in your gut.

     He takes your hand, roughly. You can't tell if he means to- or if he's just that strong. "Mingi."

     His hand is cold. It shocks you. You pull away from his grip and push past him, head lowered. You've quickly found that you don't enjoy strangers. "Miss Maria can help you get settled, show you around if you like. Nothin' much to do 'round here besides drink or play ball." You ramble on as you head to the bar, just down the road. You don't have to look behind you to know he's following. You can feel his gaze locked in on your back, that same feeling you get when men at the bar have one too many or that time when a wild boar almost got you.

      The bar isn't anything special, though nothing in the town is really. He looks around, silently. A few wooden booths and rickety tables. A pool table. A small island that separates the main floor and the bartenders area. Beyond that, he can see a kitchen. He almost thought his luck had run out when he rode into the seemingly deserted town, and then he saw you twirling the young boy into the main road.

     He nods his head, maybe subconsciously, to say he's pleased enough to stay. "Up this way," your voice echoes in the empty space, and you touch his arm ever so lightly to get his attention. The staircase is hidden by the corner, and he has to crouch to ascend them. When he does, he's pleasantly surprised.

     The room has a homey, lived in feel to it. Well, most of it. It's a large space, walls decorated with dried flowers and boxed in dead insects, chalk drawings of all kinds of things on the dark oak walls. There's a slanted shelf that's adorned with carved wooden trinkets and toys, most of which have a small layer of dust if he looks hard enough. A large open window is on the back wall, facing the town, and a dresser that fits perfectly under it. The bed on the left side of the dresser is messy, a large fur blanket that's bundled up to expose pristine white sheets.

     The part that doesn't look as lived in is on the right side of the dresser. An fresh lantern candle placed neatly on the made bed, dark red sheets and grey comforter.

     "I hope you don't mind a roommate... I'm not here for the most part, I won't be in your hair." You're shuffling around quickly, hiding a few things that he didn't get to inspect into the left side of the dresser. "You can," you gulp, clearly uncomfortable with the silent man, "you can put your things away in these drawers if you like."

He stands, like a scarecrow, holding his rucksack tightly. When he moves, you flinch, sliding closer to what he now placed together is your bed. He chooses to ignore that, sitting down on the other bed and feeling the soft fabric. "You own this place?"

You're taken aback by his unprovoked speaking, gathering you thoughts as you sit across from him on your own bed. "Uh, no. A man named Louis owns this and the bar."

"Hm. And you?"

"I work down in the bar, bartending and such. So he lets me stay."

A small smirk plays at his lips, hidden by his hat as he looks around again. You've clearly lived here a long while. There's more to your story than just working downstairs. "Kind of him."

    "Very. You may be able to thank him for his hospitality, he gets back in a few days." You pause for a moment before you ask tentatively, "how long will you be staying?"

     He stands and turns his back to you as he takes off his hat, beginning to unpack his bag. "Few weeks maybe."

    "Ah," you draw quietly, anxiety growing in your gut. The very few visitors you could remember stayed for only days, if that. Even then, they weren't total strangers. They were people that others in town knew from the market or city.

    "Hope you don't mind a roommate," he turns back around and tosses a look your way as he starts to fold his clothing into the unoccupied drawers. And if the air wasn't gone from your lungs by now, it is now. This stranger, Mingi, is the most handsome being you've ever laid your eyes upon.

     His eyebrows are softly arched, beautifully curved nose and lips. And his eyes- oh, his eyes. You swear you could get lost in them. And it seems you do, staring at the man despite the fact your intuition is telling you to look away. "Handsome, I know."

    A heat flushes your face and you force yourself to look away as he smirks your way, "w-well, you know, uh- let me go and fetch Miss Maria, you must be famished!"

     With that, you're down the stairs and out the bar. He watches as you speed walk away through the window, blissfully unaware that he's opened up your drawers to have a deeper look into his roommate.

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You dodged the handsome stranger until you no longer could, the sun was setting and there were no more excuses to be found to avoid going back home. He wasn't in the room when you returned, but the bathroom door was closed and you could see the flickering of a candle from the cracks.

    You lit a few candles on the dresser before the sun fully set, taking some deep breaths as you heard him moving around. You remove your boots, a groan of relief settling behind your lips as you wiggle your toes.

    As you're unfolding your night gown, the door to the bathroom creaks open. "Hello, Miss," he greets, much warmer than his earlier aura.

     "Mingi," you greet back with a small smile, "have you found your way around well?" You shift your weight uncomfortably as he tilts his head at you, as if he's trying to read you.

    "Mhm, this ghost town isn't as bad as I thought," he sits down on his bed, rolling his head with a groan.

     "Very good, maybe when the other return you'll find it even better." You can't wait for the day. His presence makes you... uneasy, is the best way to put it. You know he could easily over power you and the others. Elderly, young, and women who don't have a single idea of self defense. Maybe that was stupid on your towns part- but you needed all of the hands on deck to sell the bountiful harvest.

      You excuse yourself and lock the bathroom door behind you, double checking before you begin to remove your day clothes. As you change, you start to wonder if maybe Mingi was just uncomfortable around strangers as well. He's seemed to have warmed up quite a bit to you. You'll have to ask Maria in the morning about their encounter.

     Perhaps he won't be as bad as you expected- "Oh, dear me!" You stumble as you re-enter the room, covering your eyes with your hands. "Uhm, Mingi?"

    "I'm just cleaning my wound," he chuckles, watching you with a glint in his eyes.

      You peek through your fingers, keeping your hands to your face to hide.

    Indeed, he's shirtless. Your eyes hadn't played a trick on you.

      You swallow the gathering wetness in your mouth as you peer at his naked torso. He's slim, toned in all the right places. His arms are something of a dream to you, and you have to force yourself to look away from them as sinful thoughts begin growing in your mind.

    Instead, you take a look at the wound he referred to.  A shallow gash going from his hip around and around to his back. The edges of it are already scarring, leaving only the middle of it as a wound.

You slowly approach the end of his bed, hands resting on the metal bed frame. "May I ask?"

"Every man his enemies. Mine happen to be good with throwing knives."

"Is that why you carry all those weapons?" The question has been nagging you. He has so many. And you don't like them. You don't like that they are in your home. He's left them on his side of the dresser.

"Perhaps." He groans as he tries to reach around and clean the part of the cut that stretches onto his back. "Would... would you be so kind, (Y/n)?"

It's your turn to be the silent type. You move to sit beside him, taking the damp rag and jar of salve with shaking hands. You haven't been this close to him until now. You haven't been this close to any man, really.

He smells shockingly good.

He shivers as you begin cleaning up his wound, and you apologize under your breath.

Unbeknownst to you, that was not a shiver of pain.

He's always been the nosy type. He couldn't help himself but try to get to know you through your belongings while you were gone. And he struck a pot of gold when he found your diary.

The entries dated back seven years. And he read through all seven of them. With every word, he became more and more infatuated with you. And your touch on his body solidified that infatuation. It felt right. Your innocent, helping touch turned his infatuation into something more sinister.

So, no. It was not a shiver of pain.

"There you go," you can't help but stroke the large expanse of his back once you've finished, it's a work of art. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to notice.

But, oh, does he. He has to bite his lip to hold back a moan, looking down at his lap. His member twitching to life from the smallest, most pure of your touches. "Thank you kindly." He forces out, breathily.

You're in your own bed much to quickly for his liking, hiding under your blanket. "Goodnight, Mingi. I shall see you in the morning."

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     "Hello, stranger," you smile at him as steps out of the building, earning one back. "Slept well, I hope?"

    "Very, thank you." He takes a seat on the steps of the bar next to you and watches the sun grow higher in the sky. "May I ask you a personal question, (Y/n)?"

     "I suppose so," you shift slightly, toying with the strings on your boots. While your knees are pulled up to the step just below your bottom, his feet stretch all the way off of the steps and onto the dirt.

    "Where is your family?"

    "I'm sorry?"

   "Well... it's just, you're a beautiful young woman. Don't you have a husband and a couple of rug-rats?"

    "Rug-rats," you repeated with a chuckle, shaking your head. "No, no rug-rats."

"And a husband?"

"The closest I have to a husband is Castle... my mutt." You look to him with a bigger smile, your nerves and anxiety around him unwinding. When he laughs, you feel a flutter in your stomach that makes them disappear completely.

You turn back to the sun as it rises, trying to convince yourself that the heat you feel on your cheeks is from the warmness of it. "Why do you ask?"

He hums, leaning back on his elbows and allowing his eyes to flick up and down as they observe you. "Wanted to know my chances."

"Oh!" You look back at him, his eyes shining with that glint once more, "the cow boy is a flirt? I see."

"I'm not a cowboy."

"No?" You lean back and join him, crossing your legs. Maria had told you just earlier that he was strange, that she sensed a darkness about him. But you only felt warmth and light. "What are you then, Mingi?"

"An outlaw." The smirk on his lips makes you think he's joking, and you let out a laugh.

If only you knew that Mingi was being truthful.

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      The wagons roll into town the next morning, bright and early. You're still asleep when the first one comes, but the happy hollering from Maria wakes you and Mingi both with a start.

    He's dazed and confused, rolling around and glaring at at ceiling above him. While you, well you nearly jump out of your skin to run downstairs.

     Still in your nightgown and soft socks, you almost slip and fall as you jump off of the last stair and slide into the main area. "Lou!" You collide into him and sway happily as the older man lifts you up in his arms.

"There's my girl! You been holdin' us down?" He sets you down carefully and inspects you, making sure you've been kept safe in his time away.

"You know I have," you give him a wide and toothy smile, "how was the new market?"

"Oh, it was wonderful, dear! Next time I should take you both with me, so many new things," he reaches into his satchel, handing his wife something small and shiney.

Mingi, in his own sleep clothes- a loose pair of pants, slowly descends the stairs, silent as a mouse as he watches the three of you.

Miss Maria, the older woman with a scarf permanently affixed to her head, looks down at the ring with a teary smile. "Oh, Louis, you shouldn't have." You lift yourself up and sit on one of the tables, watching the two kiss with a small smile.

"Why shouldn't I? A man is meant to spoil his wife, isn't that what I always say? Besides, we made quite the profit this time around." His wrinkled hand cups her cheek, and you can't help but coo at their affection.

"Y'all are too stinkin' cute." Maria looks away bashfully, admiring the ring on her hand. While Louis turns to you with a smile, which fades as quickly as it came.

"And who is this?" His hand is on his belt, twitching at his pistol as he spots Mingi coming up behind you. You turn, and then back, moving his hand away from his weapon.

"That's Mingi, he got here a few days ago. A traveler." You don't know if that last part is necessarily true. Mingi never did tell you why he was passing by your isolated town. "He's quite alright."

"He's half naked- and so are you! Young lady-"

"Lou!" Maria is flabbergasted by what he seems to be implying, while you don't seem to see the innuendo. Of course you are? You just awoke.

Mingi stays silent, and simply extends his hand to Louis. When he doesn't take it, he puts it back to his side, joining you at the table. It seems to you that Mingi is indeed weary of strangers. He seems only comfortable with you. Yesterday, he followed you around almost like a lost dog. Insisting that he wanted to help you with your daily chores.

His eyes flick down to your chest. Sure, he's seen you in your nightgown. But that was in the moon or candle light. The sunlight from the many bar windows exposes just how sheer it is. He can see your nipples if he looks hard enough. And, oh, he's looking.

And Louis notices, ears flushing red with anger as the strange traveler looks you up and down. "Alright, dear, go get dressed."

"Oh, but I wish to hear of the market! Unc-"

"Now, (Y/n)."

With a sigh, you slide off of the table, patting Mingis exposed shoulder as you pass him. He goes to follow you back upstairs when Louis grips his wrist. Hard.

Maria is fiddling with her new ring, almost cowering behind her husband as she feels Mingis aura once again. She can't seem to pinpoint why. But she doesn't like this man one bit. He's done nothing to her, to anyone for that matter. But she feels an evilness seep from his gaze.

"Have a seat, Mingi." Louis doesn't seem to like him either. Maybe because of his silent demeanor or the way he was ogling you.

He does so, with a bored expression, plopping down on one of the wooden booths. Louis slides into the booth seat across from him, waving Maria off. She doesn't need to be told twice. She doesn't want to be near that man for one second more than necessary.

Alone in the seating area, the two men stare silently at one another. As if sizing each other up.

Louis is the first one to break, reaching into his pocket. A rusted old locket is slid across the scratched table top, and Mingi catches it before it falls into his lap.

As he opens it up, he sees a picture of two people in either of the slots. One, a woman with a wide smile. The other, a man looking down at the baby held to his chest. Their features seem... familiar.

"Her parents."

He looks up slowly, and sees the older man leaning back, "I'm sorry?"

"Those are her parents. My little sister and her husband. Died seven years ago. Train crash. Hit a cow on the tracks. Hate those damned things. They can't slow down quick enough to avoid hittin' something."

It's silent again, save for the sounds of Maria cooking up a storm in the back of the kitchen.

He looks down at the pictures again. Seven years ago... that's when your diary entries start. But you never mentioned the crash. Did you just decide to forget about it? Move on?

Louis can almost see the cogs turning in his brain as he looks at the worn photo. Before Mingi can ask, Louis is answering. "I seen the way you looked at my little girl. The same way I look at my Maria. So Imma tell you," he points to the locket, "I made a promise the day that train crashed. You know what that promise was?"

"No."

"That I'd gut anyone who ever laid an evil finger on that girl."

"Maria!" They hear you coming back down, and Louis snatches up the locket from Mingis hands as he stands. You stop briefly and look at them, but move on when you see Louis smiling down at him. "Have you seen my vest?" Your voice grows distant as you join your Aunt in the kitchen, unaware that the smile was followed by a threat.

"Don't make me gut you, boy."

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"You're so soft," you mutter as you brush the white mare with your fingers, stood just outside of her stable. She neighs loudly at you. "Oh, I know. So many strange horses, you must be frightened."

The once empty stable house was now filled again, everyone was back in town by high-noon. She seems like her owner, and like you. She doesn't like strangers. She nearly kicked the short door down when you approached with a handful of hay.

A few minutes later, she's letting you pet her. You're stood on a stool, bent over the edge of the door to dust the dirt off of her white coat. "You're a sweet girl, huh?" You smile at the animal, receiving more neighs in response.

"Who you talking to?"

The abrupt interruption makes you stumble, nearly falling off of the wobbly stool. You steady yourself on the door and look back, throwing a smile his way when you see it's Mingi. "Your horse."

He joins your side at the door, holding his hand out to his mare. "You know she can't talk back, right?"

"Don't mean she can't listen."

He smiles at your response. You really are a kind soul, giving affection to an animal that can't give you anything in return.

"Busy, Miss (Y/n)?"

You shake your head. Nobody has come by the bar yet, and you don't think anyone will for a while. They're all spending time with their families.

"How about a ride, then?" He's opening up the door before you can respond, making your upper body follow it, legs outstretched to stay on the stool.

"Oh- I don't... I don't know how."

He keeps putting the saddle on the horse despite your words, a smile playing at his lips. By the way your smiling as well, he knows you want to. "I can teach you. Are you afraid?"

     "I must admit... a bit."

    "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

    "Really?"

    "Mhm."

      You hop down from the stool and move it out of the way as Mingi walks the mare out of her stable, following close behind him with a wide smile. You get a few strange looks from townspeople as you and the towering stranger stop in the middle of the main dirt road.

     One pair of eyes watches you even closer. Louis stands from his rocking chair on the porch of the bar, staring dumbfounded as Mingi picks you up and helps you onto the animal. Jaw dropped as he hops up and sits in the saddle right behind you, hands guiding yours to hold the reigns. Before he can even get off of the porch, the both of you are galloping out of town.

     The cool October air against your face as you slowly gain speed feels freeing, like it's washing your very soul. Your nerves are still shaking a bit, and you lean your back into Mingis chest, holding onto the reigns tightly. You jump ever so slightly when one of his hands rests over your stomach, gently holding you.

     "Don't worry," he says, "I've been riding since I was a child."

And so, you don't worry. You let the freeing feeling wash over you, relaxing into him and letting the mare take you where ever she pleases. Which just so happens to be the furthest you can ever remember being from town. You nearly forget that Mingi is even with you until you feel his hand move away from your stomach.

He grabs the reigns, his hand over yours as he pull her head back carefully, slowing her to a stop in the middle of a field. He pulls your hands back with his and settles them in your lap, atop of your bundled up skirts.

She lowers her head and starts chewing on some of the green grass. You look up at the sky, clear and bright.

"Not so scary, right?" Mingi speaks up gently, his hands never leaving your own as he looks up at the baby blue with you.

"Not at all, though maybe it's because you did all of the work," you let out a small laugh, turning your hands palms up and letting him weave his fingers into yours, enveloping you in warmth. "Is this what your life is like?"

The endless expanse of nature staring back at you, birds chirping their lovely songs.

"For the most part." He doesn't want to tell you about the other parts of his life. The bloody and harsh parts. You don't need to hear about that. Not when you're so pure and soft in comparison.

"I like it. I can see why you don't settle, cowboy."

"I'm not a cowboy."

A grin on both your faces, a comfortable silence overcomes you for a moment. He leans and slowly, almost nervously, rests his forehead on your shoulder. When you don't make a move to lean away, he absolutely melts into you. His heart beating loudly in his ears, he's shocked you haven't looked back to look for a marching band with how loud it is.

"I think I may stay a little while longer," he whispers tenderly into your back.

"I think I may like that."

You revel in each others touch for a few more moments before he moves, scooting back away from your backside. "Let's stretch our legs." Before you can complain, he's jumped off the horse and is holding out his arms for you. Deciding 'why not', you lean over and let him essentially pull you off her back.

You stretch your arms over your head as you wander, smiling back at him.

Oh, he could get addicted to that smile.

Directed at him, and him alone.

He watches with a flicker in his eyes as you start gathering wild flowers, folding up the rim of his hat to get a better look. You start braiding them together, fingers working nimbly. The song of nature overcoming you as you work, and he admires from a few feet away.

You look like an angel, the sun beaming down on you and shining from behind you like a halo as you turn and face him. "Crouch down, big boy," you tease him softly, a heat creeping up your face as you see him blushing.

He leans down, letting you affix the flowers around his hat. When he comes back up, he does a small twirl, "how do I look?"

"Pretty!" It slips your lips before you have the chance to think, and it makes him blush all the harder.

"Let me see," he takes his hat off, short hair wild and blowing with the breeze.

He pulls the hat over your head in the next second, and the large accessory falls over your eyes. He laughs, hand over his mouth as you tilt your head up and peek at him from under the rim. "How do I look?"

"Like a doll," he exclaims breathlessly, eyes not leaving you for a single second as he takes in the sight of you in his hat. The wind blowing your loose hairs and skirts. A shy smile stretching your lips as you look away, admiring the sky as he admires you.

"Oh, hush."

"It's only true." He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders loosely.

You have to remember how to breath as he looks over your shoulder at you, shit-eating-smirk on his lips. "Doll~"

"We should head back!" You squeal, ducking out of his arms as heat overwhelms your body. He only laughs, and the melodic sound echoes in the field.

"Alright then, up you get," he hoists you back onto the saddle, hands lingering on your exposed thighs as your skirt pools around your hips while he hooks his boot into the stirrup.

And you're off again, this time slowly. Like he knows that you crave to spend time with him as much as he does you.

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It's a few days later when he awakes in the night. The moon his only source of light. His breaths uneven and heavy.

Why did he have to wake up? That dream was ethereal, it nearly made him ascend to the heavens.

He groans as he flips onto his stomach, not a atom of shock in his being as he feels his hardness pressing into the mattress. Not after he just experienced the wettest dream of his life.

You looked like a Goddess below him, head tossed to the side and exposing all of the marks he left on your neck. The bed rocked in time with the yells of his names that left your bruised lips. Over and over. Louder and louder. Your eyes rolled back, your chest rising and falling as you tried desperately to keep up with his pace.

He's certain that's your rightful place, taking his cock and calling his name, soul intertwined with his. "Fuck..." Just six days and you have him wrapped around your little finger. He's never felt like this. You must be the one.

    He can't help but look over at your bed across the room as his hand travels into his pants. His eyes nearly flutter shut, but he forces them open once again.

You're a restless sleeper, he's discovered. Your torso is pressed into the mattress while your hips are rotated slightly up, one leg hiked up and making your nightgown slip past the round of your ass.

God, your subconscious must know what he's doing.

That's the only 'reasonable' conclusion Mingis lustful mind can come to as you moan in your sleep, rolling onto your back and spread your legs to get comfortable. It takes every fiber of self control in him not to pounce on you and take you right there.

He's content to fuck himself silly for the moment, and he's almost ashamed at how fast his release comes- but he can't help it. You look so fucking delectable and he hasn't touched himself since before he rolled into town.

He bites into his pillow with a growl, eyes never leaving your peaceful form until he's overstimulated himself into oblivion. His arm sore and cock even sorer, he finally lets up, breathing heavily into the quiet night.

As he slinks to the bathroom and cleans himself up, he wonders what it would be like to feel your body close to him after such a release. Well-

Why not find out?

He leans over your bed with tears in his eyes, gently grabbing your arm and calling out to you.

"Min?" The nickname that you utter while half asleep almost has him ready to go again, but he pushes it away as you sit up groggily and look at him with concern written on your face.

"I don't feel too well, Doll... Can I sleep with you? Keep me warm?"

You feel his head with the back of your hand, a frown on your face as you feel his heated flesh- unknowing of the true cause.

"Mh, come on, big boy," you scoot to the wall that your beds on and lift your fur blanket, a sleepy smile on your features as he dives into the bed. The metal frame creaks under both of your weight but neither of you pay it any mind.

He melts into your body heat, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you close.

It's so much better than he imagined.

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That's the best sleep you've ever had. You felt so safe and warm. And Mingi doesn't feel any different, he hasn't had a restful sleep like that since he was only a boy. You seem to have kept his reoccurring nightmares of his past away.

All the damage he's done and all the pain he's endured, wiped away as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your legs are tangled together, arms wrapped around one another. Your head in his neck and his chin resting gently on top of it. Soft, gentle breaths as the both of you wake.

Rain beats down on the roof, creating a soft and steady melody.

Neither of you can tell how much time has elapsed, but it doesn't seem like it's ever enough. So when you finally sit up, a pout forms on his features.

You feel his forehead, a smile on yours. "No fever."

"Hm, maybe a night bug." He sits up and swings his legs over the bed, facing into the room to hide his growing blush as the memories of his dream flood his mind.

He feels the bed shift under your weight as you crawl up behind him. "I had a dream last night," you whisper as you gently rub up his back.

"Mh?"

"Mhm." Your heart flutters as you muster up the courage to continue speaking, "a dream of you and I."

"Oh, do tell."

And tell, you do.

"Well... it began with you and I, sat in the bar. A few too many drinks in our bodies. A few kisses... A few touches... and then we came up here." His breath hitches in his throat, surely he's still dreaming. This is an elaborate trick of the brain. "Mingi?"

"Y-yes?" He wants to both explode with joy and collapse with embarrassment.

"Will you touch me? Will you kiss me? I'm sorry if that's wildly inappropriate- oh it is, I'm so ter-"

Your rambling is cut off as his lips collide with yours ever so softly. One of his hands cups your cheek, the other finds purchase on the small of your back.

He slowly pushes his weight onto you, laying you down on your back as your lips meld together. A curse falls past his lips as you ghost your fingertips over his abs.

He kisses down your jaw, savoring every inch of your skin until he reaches your covered breasts. He looks up, and the look in his eyes makes the heat in your belly grow ten-fold. "Can I see you?"

With the slightest nod of your head, he's slipped the straps of your nightgown down and tugged it down past your chest. His mind is racing. His heart is about to beat out of his chest. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He whispers, voice rough and barely heard over the storm raging outside.

His calloused hands trail down your chest, ghosting over the pebbled flesh on your breast and down to your skirt. You can't help the gasp that escapes you when he lifts it up, letting your entire nightdress rest in a bunch on your stomach. He's already panting, and he hasn't even touched you.

You're just so beautiful. You're a Goddess in his eyes.

He smiles up at you as he lowers himself, your legs spread by his wide shoulders. "I'm going to make you cum your brains out, Doll~"

Before you can even question what he means, his tongue is darting out and swiping up the length of your cunt. "Ah!" Your back is arched off the bed at the simple motion, and it solidifies his theory that you're a virgin. Your keening at the littlest bit of attention, your poor neglected pussy is begging for more.

You slap your hand over your mouth at the noise, looking shocked that it even came from you. He can't help the chuckle that vibrates in his throat- that is, before his taste buds register the most delicious, mind blowing juice he's ever had the pleasure of putting in his mouth. "Oh, fuck..." Then he's just as flustered as you are, diving back in between your thighs like a man starved.

     The little noises that manage to slip past your hand urge him on even more than the way that your wetness just keeps coming and coming and coming as he slurps it all up. His tongue darts and licks and rolls all over you, and you can't even register all of the pleasure you're getting from it- it feels that good.

     He slips his arms under your thighs and grips them tightly to ground himself as he allows himself to drown in you. He lets his instincts do all of the work, enjoying himself more than he ever has. His nose nudges against your clit as he slurps noisily.

     The way you taste. The way you smell. The way you sound. The way you feel.

     All of it. All of you. He's going mad with lust. With love. He's going to explode, he truly believes it. And then you call his name.

      "Mingi—"

    So sweet and desperate, absolute music to his red hot ears as he sucks the bundle of nerves above your sopping wet heat. He doesn't even register that you've cum all over his chin until youre tugging at his hair roughly and forcing him away from your throbbing pussy.

     He moans out loud as you harshly pull him away, jaw dropped as he pants. "You taste so good, Doll," he slurs drunkenly. Your essence has gotten him drunker than any alcohol ever could.

     You're panting even heavier, chest rising and falling quickly as you tremble in the aftershocks of your first orgasm that's come from another person. 

     He rubs his finger tips over your thighs gently, luring you back down to Earth as he gawks at you. You swear that there's hearts in his shining eyes.

     "W-" your attempt at words comes out as jumbled whine, and you let yourself fall back into the pillow.

     "It's okay, Baby," he coos, licking his lips as he sits up, folding his legs under him and pulling your limp hips into his lap.

     The new nickname makes your cunt twitch, and he catches it. "Oh, you like that, hm?" His index and middle finger spread you wide, and he purses his lips- spitting directly onto your sensitive hole. "C'mon, talk to me, pretty Baby."

      "G-god!" You cry out embarrassedly, forever thankful for the angry storm outside that hides your sounds from any neighbors. "Yes, I do, I really do," you draw out, grabbing the sides of his thighs as he teases your entrance. You're still hyper sensitive, twitching with every small movement he makes.

    And he absolutely revels in it.

    "Yeah? I bet no one ever made you feel that good before," he smirks, letting another wad of spit hit your hole.

     "Nuh-uh," you shake your head, peering up at him, and your next words make it hard for him to keep his composure. "Stay. Stay here and- and fuck me."

     Little do you know, after that first night- he lost any plans he had of ever leaving.

"I will never leave you," and he means it. He has no plans of ever letting you go. And he's about to let you know that.

       He slides you back off his lap and lays over you, holding your head with one hand as the other guides his leaking tip into you. "Oh, ngh," you whine, holding onto his biceps tightly. He bites his lips as he feels your walls for the first time. So warm and tight around him. So soft. "M-min, be gentle," you whimper, leaning up and hiding in his chest.

     "Don't worry, Doll, we'll go slow" he strokes your head gently, slowly -oh, so slowly- sinking into your tight core. "Such a pretty little thing, so fuckin' tight f'me," he growls, and again as the noise makes you clench around him. "Gonna have to stretch your little pussy out before I can even move, you've got me in a fucking vice, Baby."

       "Mingi, d-don't talk like that, it's dirty," you pant into his chest, the warm air making goosebumps form.

     "Well, look at you," he nearly purrs, pulling your head back from his chest gently, "look." You blink a few times, taking in the sinful scene.

    Your legs spread around his slowly moving hips. His thick monster of a cock gradually disappearing into your stretched folds.

     "Can't not be dirty while we're breaking in this cute little cunt," he says matter-of-factly, looking down at said cunt while it clenches around the half of his cock that's he's managed to sink in. A lewd moan leaves his parted lips, looking back to you as you whimper and fidget. "Hey, hey," he coos, cupping your face in his palms. "Half way there, Doll. How's it feel?"

     "Like you're gonna split me in half," you ramble out, looking up at him with the softest eyes he's ever seen. "Please, c-can we take a break? You're jus' so big..."

     "Of course, sweet girl," he leans down, careful to keep his hips locked despite how badly he just want to slam into your welcoming heat, and kisses you. Stroking your cheek bones with his thumbs. "You feel so good, like heaven." 

    The praise makes your rapidly beating heart skip a beat. "Mingi?"

    "Yes," he moans in response, looking deep into your eyes.

    "I think I'm falling in love with you." The sudden confession makes his cock twitch, his heart jumping into his throat. "Is that silly?"

     He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, which are admittedly a chaotic mess.

    "If it is, we would be silly together."

     "You mean-"

    "Yes."

    You grip his shoulders and lean up, pressing your lips to his in an act of pure desire. The both of you get lost in each other, tongues darting out and lapping at one another like a lifeline.

    Sufficiently covered in each others spit, you pull back. "Keep going, I want to take all of you." You have a newfound confidence after your short trade of admissions, demanding that he go on and fuck you.

      A few more moments of excruciating stretching pass when you suddenly feel his pelvis flush with your clit, both of you panting like wild animals as you feel each other completely.

     "Holy shit, Baby," he sneers, resting his face in the crook of your neck, taking in deep breaths of your scent to keep himself from jack hammering into you. You are truly the best thing to ever happen to him, and your cunt molding into the shape of him is just a bonus.

      There are no words that you can find in your brain. All if it is wiped away as you feel his rock hard cock stretching you out, filling you wall to wall. When he breaths out, a content sigh into your neck, you feel the veins on his length pressing into your gummy walls. "Hah~" Is all you can manage, thoughts turned into mush as he begins to slowly pull back out- just an fraction of an inch. Before sliding back in quickly. "Fuck!"

     "Doll, please, please," he whimpers, holding onto your waist tightly as he rolls his hips, "please say you're ready, I don't know how long I can take it."

    "Y-" the second the first syllable is utter from your lips, he's already pulled out half way, "yes!" He thrust back in, steady and slow at first.

Words are lost between you - minds absolutely flooding with hormones as he begins thrusting harder, faster. Moans, groans, loud whimpers. The slapping of your skin is so loud that even the rain pounding at the window can't drown it out.

He's stuffing you beyond your wildest imagination. His cock was made to stretch you so deliciously, and your pussy was made to take it.

It's his dream coming to life, quite literally, as your eyes roll back to the depths of your head and you're squeezing him tighter than before. It's almost impossible for him to keep thrusting, but he finds a way.

He grips your hips tight and is making you bounce on his cock effortlessly, all the while pounding his hips into yours. He's so deep inside of you, it feels like he can feel the same coil in your gut that you do. And it's about shatter.

He slips a hand down and begins swirling his fingers over your clit, pushing you off the edge roughly, making you cream over his member with a broken yell of his name. He leans in, all of his weight on you as fucks you through it harshly. His lips right next to your ear.

"You. Are. Mine."

And with that, a warmth like no other spreads inside of you.

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Nearly two months passed like they were nothing, days seemed to fly with you by his side.

     He felt he finally had a place where he belonged.

    He found himself work cleaning peoples guns in the bar, even selling and trading some.

    He had a bed to go to at the end of the day. After that first time together, you both rearranged the room. Pushing your beds together under the window and putting the dresser on the wall.

     He had the other half of his soul. You. He knew everything there was to know about you, and you knew everything there was to know about him. Well- all he was willing to tell. Sometimes, there was a dark glint in his eyes that made you feel like you didn't know the full story of the man you shared your life with. But all doubt faded away when he smiled at you.

     All was well- more than well. It was perfect.

      Until a group of strangers rode into town. Strangers to the town. But strangers to Mingi, they were not.

     He walked into the bar and Mingis heart stopped. He saw all of his hard work to get you, to settle, to make a life- all of it- vanish. It disappeared.

     "Fuck me," he groans, keeping his head low and cursing himself for not wearing his hat today. He hopes that he'll go unnoticed. But that hope is squashed when the man slides into the booth across from him.

     "Well, slap my ass and call me Pamela. Song Mingi!" The rowdy man immediately catches Louis' attention from behind the bar.

     "Why are you here, Buck?" Mingi keeps his tone low, hostile.

   "You know why I'm here. You want in?" The man, Buck, has a smirk playing mischievously on his lips.

     "No. You, and whoever else you drug into this town are leaving. This town is off limits."

     Buck lets out a shrill chuckle, "says who?"

     "Says me. This is my town. Get the fuck out before I shoot you." Mingi growls, placing his pistol on the table, finger twitching at the trigger.

      That gets Louis' full attention, his hand immediately unlocking the safety on his gun as he makes his way over. "Mingi, who's your friend?" He hates to admit, but he's grown fond of Mingi over these long winter days.

     "He's leaving. Ain't that right?" Mingi tilts his head at Buck, who takes a look around. Multiple patrons of the bar have their hands on their guns, ready to draw.

     He isn't stupid. Mingi is apart of these people now and they'll protect him.

    "Yeah, that's right." He slides out of the booth, giving Mingi a seemingly innocent smile. But Mingi knows him all too well. "I'm glad you finally found yourself a nice girl to settle down with."

      With that finally threatening congratulations, he's back out the bar the way he came. Mingi watches from the window with wide eyes as he joins the posse of men outside. As soon as they start wandering away, looking into shops and other such buildings Mingi has come to be so fond of, he snaps into action.

    He runs up the stairs, nearly bumping his head. They've been casing the town, that's the only way he'd know about you.

      "Mingi!" Louis follows after him, slowed by age.

     He finds him reaching under the bed, staring bamboozled as he places gun after gun after gun into the mattress. "Mingi!"

      He ignores the panicking man, loading all of them up. "Son!" His head snaps up, tears threatening his waterline.

      "Louis, they're going to raid the town."

"What...?"

"I don't have time to explain, I have to go- go get (Y/n). You need to gather everyone who knows how to shoot. I n-"

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense."

"Listen to me, Louis!" He clearly panicked, an expression he's never seen from him before. "What reason do I have to lie? This is my home too! This is my home and my woman, and I'll be damned if I let Buckey fuck-face and his thugs ruin it!" In his panic, Mingi doesn't notice the ring that falls from his bag as he gets out more ammunition.

Louis bends down next to Mingi and picks it up, puzzle pieces falling together in his mind.

Mingi snatches it back and shoves it in the bag.

"You're gonna propose to my little girl?"

"Not if we all die," Mingi responds shortly, shoving an armful of guns into Louis.

   They share a look.

    It seems Mingi made a similar promise to himself about you.

"Go and fetch her, don't raise any suspicion. If the townspeople know what's coming, it'll start a panic."

Mingi gives him a short nod. To say yes, sir. To say thank you.

He keeps his head down, hat covering his face as he weaves his way to the very back of the town. Trying his damnedest to avoid everyone from his past.

When he successfully makes it to the river, he spots you and is filled with relief.

    You hum quietly to yourself, bundled up in his large poncho to protect yourself from the frigid January weather as you clean your clothes.

    The harsh winds whip your loose hairs around, makes the clothes on the line flap loudly.

"(Y/n)!"

"Hey, Darlin-" He pulls you up, holding you close to his side as he drags you away, "what're you doing?"

"Just keep your head down, when we get back to the bar, go to our room, lock yourself in the bathroom. Okay?"

"Min, you're scarin' me..."

"Do you understand?" He asks firmly, stopping at the edge of town, turning you to face him.

He looks deadly serious. You haven't seen this kind of look since the first day you met. So you nod, committing what he said to memory.

"I love you," he kisses you deeply, shortly.

And then he drags you through town, and into the bar. But he pushes you right behind him when you walk in.

Buck has Miss Maria and Louis tied up, pushed to the floor. The few patrons are gone, and the yelling outside tells him Louis' plan to keep things calm has failed. Multiple men are rummaging around the bar, cleaning out the register. He can't hear any noise above them, and he's thankful that the entrance to your small home is so well hidden by the corner. 

     He feels you grip the back of his leather jacket, and he's about to turn and tell you to run when he feels you get ripped away.

     Your scream echos in the building as one of Bucks men tears you away, and Mingi has to stop himself from shooting the man the second he puts his hands on you. Doing that will just get you all killed.

He's deadly silent as he watches the man toss you to the floor. His gun was drawn the second you got tore away, and he's itching to use it.

You try to scramble away, but Buck comes up behind you and places his boot on your back, shoving you back down with a thud. Maria is sobbing uncontrollably into her hands, Louis' jaw is locked in anger as he looks away.

He bends down, putting more pressure on your spine. He grips your hair and turns your face to the side. "Well, well," he smirks, "you're even prettier up close, ain't you?"

Everyone stops in their tracks as you spit in his face. "Fuck you!" One of the men closest to you has a gun to your head in the next second, but you refuse to break.

"Feisty, I like that," he shoves your head to the floor, hitting it against it roughly. Mingi is seeing red as the world around him resumes, men ransacking the bar and chortling at your family. His family.

      "Buck."

   "Oh?" He turns, leaving you on the floor, "got something to say, pansy?"

     "Yeah." His eyes flick to yours as you push yourself up dizzily, and over to one of the booths before Buck even realizes he's looked away. "You need a key for the safe. I gonna give it to you, and youre gonna take it and leave."

     "Is that so? That's what's gonna happen?"

   "That's what's gonna happen."

   "You really lost your guts, aye? Found a nice girl and a cozy town and decided you're too good for this life, I see."

    Mingi slips his pistol back into its holster on his hip, sauntering over to the bar with all eyes on him. He stands infront of Maria and Louis, shielding them from what's about to come. "You see it how it is, then." He lifts up the pot of dying chrysanthemums in the middle of the wooden island and scoops up the key. His eyes spot you curling up under the booth he glanced at. Thank goodness you got the message.

      Cause shit is about to hit the fan.

    He tosses the key to Buck, and as his hands raise up to catch it-

     He puts a bullet in his brain.

     You can't help the scream that rips past your lips, covering your ears and hiding your face in your knees.

    As the men behind the bar start shooting at him, he ducks, shielding the older couple as the men infront of them begin firing. But he's too quick. Only one of them gets close, grazing his shoulder and stunning him briefly. He drops his pistol and takes the larger gun off of his back, propping it up over the island blindly and spraying the rest of the men in a hail of bullets.

     And then all is silent.

    With a heavy heart, you look up from your lap. The building is covered in blood, light seeps in from the holes in the walls caused by stray bullets. Maria is crying silently. Louis is looking at Mingi in shock as he falls onto his backside, holding his bleeding shoulder. 

     "What the hell was that, boy?"

     "That was me saving your ass."

༄

    Mingi and Louis, with the help of a few good samaritans, cleared the bodies out of the bar and drug them to the outskirts of town. Leaving them for the coyotes and bears. If it were up to him, Mingi would have hung them up as an example.

     Maria, seemingly in shock, scrubs the floor with a blank face as you fix up the register and dig out all of the bars belongings from the bandits bags.

     You feel a roll of papers at the bottom of one of the bag. A silent hum of amusement leaves you as you see what it is. They kept their own wanted posters. Proud of what they've done. You flip through them. Maybe out of morbid curiosity of who your boyfriend just gunned down.  And then you get to one who you know wasn't a victim.

     Because he was the gunner.

    Mingis face in a sketch stares up at you.

    WANTED.

    DO NOT APPROACH. ALERT THE AUTHORITIES.

 DANGEROUS FUGITIVE. SONG MINGI.

    The door to the bar swings open.

   The world spins around you as you look up from the drawing. And come face to face with it, brought to life.

    "Mingi..."

    "Are you okay, Doll?"

   You can't seem to find any words that describe the way your heart is breaking. Louis approaches you first, his own heart stopping as he sees what's held in your trembling hands. He tears it from you, glaring down like it's a hallucination.

    "Who are you?" Is all you can manage to whisper, backing away with a grip on your uncles sleeve as Mingi steps forward.

     "What is that?" He nods to the paper, although deep down he has an idea of what it is.

   Maria snaps out of her trance, joining your side, a gasp leaving her lips as she looks back and forth from the paper to Mingi.

     "You get out of here, you never show your face in this town again," Louis grips the man's collar and pulls him to his level, "You're lucky my girls are watching or I'd hold true to my promise."

     Mingi shoves him away and grabs the paper from Maria, his worst thoughts come true as he sees himself staring back at him.

     "Wh..." He trails of in a whisper, heart breaking into a million pieces as you look at him fearfully. Like you did the first time you met. He thought he'd never have to see that look again. "(Y/n), please, hear me out."

     Maria holds you to her chest as he approaches. "I knew I sensed evil in you, boy." She bares her teeth at him as she seethes, like a wild mother bear.

"Leave," your voice trembles, raw with all of the emotions that are flooding you. You lean further into your aunts arms as he reaches out for you. "You lied to me! I never want to see you again! I ought to turn you in!"

    "You have to believe me, I'm not like that anymore. Baby, listen! I only did what I had to to survive, you don't understand. I'm not like them!" He fights against Louis as he drags him to the door. "Please, I love you!" He's thrown off the porch, only getting a glimpse of you as you crumble to the floor before the door is slammed in his face.

༄

Mingi drapes his mare's reigns over a poll, trudging through the snow until he's at a familiar door.

He doesn't bother knocking. He barges in and stares down at the man at the desk.

"Mingi, long time no s-"

"I have a job for you." He slaps down a wad of cash, "more where this came from when you're done."

The man sighs, but takes the cash, thumbing through it. "And why don't you do it?"

Mingi ignores the question. "Louis and Maria Donelley. Shoot them, make it quick. (Y/n) (L/n). Tie her up on the tracks."

He hesitates for a moment. But in the end, "More where this came from, huh?"

༄

     It's been three days since Mingi has gone away. Rather, since he was forced away by his past and your reaction to it.

     You've slept for most of that time. Cried the rest. You barely eat. Barely talk. You hardly even move off your side of the once-shared bed.

    Maria, Louis, all of your friends tried to comfort you. Telling you that he was just a fling. That the one for you will come around and make all of the pain Mingi left disappear.

     They don't know that Mingi was the one.

     He made you so happy. Happier than you'd ever been. He made everything seem... right.

     "Hey, Dear," Louis knocks at the wall, slowly coming ascending into the room.

     "I don't want the soup, Uncle Lou..."

     "Auntie!" Ellis comes barreling past Louis and jumps onto the bed, hugging you tightly.

     "Ellis? Hey, Buddy!" You force a smile as you hug him back, sitting up with a groan and holding the child in your lap. "How you been?"

      Ellis goes on and on about what the new teacher from the city is teaching his class, a big smile on his face. Louis sees the smile pulling at your lips in the slightest, and he excuses himself silently.

     He, admittedly, is a very good distraction from your pain.

You spend quite a few hours playing with him, catching up on the things that are going on in town. He drops the ball onto the jacks and giggles loudly as it rolls away, under the bed. "I'll get it, set us up another round."

You bend down and feel around for it blinding, heart skipping a beat as you feel Mingis bag. You haven't found the courage to touch any of his things, even if to throw them away.

You move away from it and grip the ball, rolling it back to Ellis. "El, I'm feeling a bit tired, why don't you come back tomorrow."

"Aw... okay! I'll bring Violet and we can play outside!"

"See you then, Kiddo," you ruffle his hair as he passes you to leave.

It was a nice break from your sorrows while it lasted.

You crawl back into your half of the bed as the sun sets in the window above it, pulling Mingis pillow into your arms as you sob yourself to sleep once again.

Deep into the night, you feel the bed dip. You open your eyes with the littlest inkling of hope that Mingi has returned despite your harsh words his way.

But you're only met with a stranger.

You open your mouth to scream, but only get a small squeak out before you are met with a hit on the head.

༄

You awake as your body is tossed into the air, a loud groan leaving you as you collide with something hard. Through your blurry vision, you can see the moon high above you.

You look to the side, and you put two and two together that you're in a wooden cart as you see the stranger from above your bed riding on a horse that's got you attached to it. "Hey-" You croak out, getting his attention.

"Morning!" He yells, making you wince. You have a splitting headache. "Just in time for the show," he mumbles under his breath, pulling the horse to a stop.

You can hear him shuffling around in the snow, and you try to sit up before you realize you can't. Your entire body is tied in a thick rope.

The back of the cart opens up, and you try -you try so hard- to shimmy away as he reaches in and grabs your foot. But to no avail.

      He pulls you from the cart and lets you fall into the snow. It wets the back of your nightgown and hair, soaks your thin socks and makes you shiver. You don't think you've ever been this scared. Even during the shootout, Mingi was there to protect you.

      You watch with a fresh set of tears brewing in your eyes as you watch the man double knot some ropes onto the tracks. "Oh my God..."

      He ignores as you begin to beg for your life, telling him all sorts of things about you to try and make him sympathetic. "- and his name is Louis, he took me in when my parents died! Uncle Lou and Aunt Maria, please! She'd die of heartbreak!" He scoffs, knowing she's already dead. So is Uncle Lou.

    He followed Mingis request and made it quick.

       He pulls you by your binds to the tracks, the metal on the tracks is the coldest thing you've ever felt and it makes you yelp. You cry out in the night as he begins tying the ropes on the tracks to the ropes on your body.

    "Please, why are you doing this?!" Your voice shook with pure horror, tugging at the ropes that were wrapped around your entire body and tied to the tracks by the bandit. He crouched down at your feet and smirked, his simple answer making you cry all the harder.

     "Why not?"

   All of your pleas and prayers fall to deaf ears as the man turns away and to his cart, rummaging in his chest. The tracks begins to shake and you begin to except your fate. You turn your head to the side and watch the pebbles rumble, your sobs visible in puffs of air as you exhale into the harsh winter air.

    A loud thud and a groan makes you look back, and you see a tall figure on a familiar white horse.

    "Mingi!" He drops the crowbar he used to whack the man as he rode past.

    He looks back at you briefly- his face hidden by his droopy hat. But you can tell he's pissed. His jaw clenched and shoulders tense before a gunshot rings out and he ducks and rolls off of Mare, slapping her to make her run away as he draws his own gun.

    Between the rattling of the tracks and the thrumming of your heart, you can barely force yourself to watch as he approaches the man bravely, your eyes flicking from them to the horizon repeatedly. A sob of his name makes him pause for a split second before he comes back to his body.

    "Too close," Mingi scowls at the man, using his gun to smack his hand and make him drop his, kicking it away as he scrambles for it.

    "Aye, man, I did what yo-"

    "Too close."

    "Just give me my mon-"

       His gun smokes by his side in the next second as the man drops to the desert floor dead. He takes a moment to bask in the way the blood pools in the pure white snow before the steam whistle catches his attention.

      "Mingi, please!" He drops everything and runs to the tracks, crawling over your body and looking at your binds frantically. "Mingi, oh my God, please- I'm so sorry! Please untie me, hurry," you babble on in a panic as the train appears just over the horizon, sobs wracking you body under his as he tugs at the ropes.

     Your horror breaks his heart, but he knows it's necessary. He knows he has a knife strapped to his back, but he plays the panic card and 'forgets' as he forces a false worry onto his face. He won't let anything happen to his Doll, but you're too caught up in your fight or flight to remember that.

    "I got you, I got you," he murmurs as he pulls the ropes on one of your sides undone, taking his sweet time with the other as he watches the train grow ever closer- the conductor blaring the horn.

     Your free hand grasps at him, clawing at his leather jacket, eyes wide and soaked with tears as you stare down your death as it barrels towards you. Just a few feet away.

    Mingi yanks you up and falls to the ground besides the tracks with you on top of him, hands roughly holding you to his chest as his hat blows away with the wind that the train creates. You willingly slump into him, sobbing into his warm chest as the tracks rattle loudly besides you, drowning out your cries.

     He relishes in the way you cling to him well after the train passes, not daring move away from your savior as you cry your heart out and ramble on to him about how you're so sorry and how you never would have really turned him in and on and on until he silences you with a tender hug.

    He knows all of this. His Doll would never betray him. But it's best that he get a subconscious message through your thick, naive, skull early on.

   The message being: the attempt to leave him has failed miserably. Why even try to leave when he's so clearly your fate?

༄

Mingi locks the bar door behind him as he carries you into the building. He kicks off his boots. He knows you hate the mess.

    It was silent the entire way back to town.

And it remains that was as he carries you up the stairs and to bed. He doesn't even acknowledge you as he gets you some clean, dry clothes.

"Mingi..."

He sighs, shoulders dropping.

"I'm s-"

"I thought you hated me?"

"Min... I was just- just in shock! Why didn't you tell me you were... an outlaw?"

He kneels at the bed and slips your socks off, replacing them with a warm, thick pair.

The moonlight seeps in through the sheer curtains and paints your skin in a haze of blue. The bruise on your temple like a water color bloom.

"Because I was afraid." He bites his lip as it trembles. That's the plain truth. He was afraid you'd leave if you found out all the things he'd done. But now that you know, he still doesn't plan on letting you leave. "Please forgive me, Doll."

He lowers his head into your lap and smirks as he feels your hand rest on his hair.

"Come back home, Mingi."

"Really?" He looks up with the most puppy like gaze you've ever seen.

You nod, wiping your tears away, "I don't care what the others have to say. We can leave this place if we have to, I just need to be with you, M-" His lips collide onto yours as he pounces on you, pushing you onto the bed and nipping at your lips like he's starved. And he is, because-

"I missed you so fucking much, Doll," he growls into your lips, melting into you as you wrap your arms around him. It feels like it's the first time in forever, and it is to him.

"I love you, Mingi," you whisper as you look up at him, chasing after him as he sits up on his knees.

     He lifts your ruined nightgown, looking down at you as if you're a work of art as he tosses it away. "I love you," he whispers back, cupping your breast in his warm, big hands. "I love you so much it hurts."

You lay back with a moan, arching into his touch. Your mind is so fried from this weeks events, all you want to do is disappear into him.

     And you let it be know. "Take your clothes off." You tug at his buckled belt with an utterance, licking your lips at the sight of his happy trail. "Show me how much you missed me. Show me how much you love me."

     Your sultry words have him undressing in a hurry,  slamming his pistol down on the nightstand he made and kissing you deeply as he removes his belt, heart beating rapidly as you cup his cheeks to bring him closer.

     You're the closest to heaven he's ever been. Kissing down his neck and stroking his back. He doesn't know how or why this infatuation grew into something wild and untamable. And frankly, he doesn't care.

       You are quickly working to undress his top half while he kicks his pants away, letting his larger gun clatter to the floor. You no longer care if he leaves them out. You just want him home.

      "I was so worried about you, Baby," he pants, "I know I hurt you. I'm so sorry," he places kiss after kiss after kiss on your face, rubbing your thighs as he slides between them. "I love you. I adore you. I want you. I'm yours. You're mine." Every statement is accompanied by a kiss.

      "I'm so sorry, Min," you look deep into his eyes as he rubs his member on your wetness, "you're my one and only. I don't care what you've done to get here. As long as I have you in my arms. As long as I'm in yours."

     He hugs you tightly, forehead against yours as he slips inside of you. "I will never leave you," he moans out, settling deep inside of you as you pant and whine.

    You've taken him quite a few times at this point, but never like this.

    He always takes his time sinking into you, reveling in the slow stretch.

    But not tonight. Not after what you've been through. He needs to feel you, and now.

     He needs to feel your emotional connection on a physical plane. And so do you. That's why you don't stop him or push him away as he lowers into you quickly.

     You ground yourself by wrapping your arms under his and gripping his shoulders, careful of his healing wound.

     His chest against yours, heart beats drumming together as you try to disappear into each others being.

    Affectionate touches are left all over the both of your bodies. Tender kisses and promises of love.

    "You're all I ever wanted," you whisper into his chest as he starts a languid pace. "I want to be yours, tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine, Doll, all mine." He speaks ever so softly, cradling your head to his chest. He can't believe how lucky he's gotten.

"Make me believe you, show me I'm yours."

And he does.

     God knows how or why Song Mingi has so much stamina, but no amount of time passed stops him from pounding into you, he stops when he thinks you've had enough.

     He's made you cum seven times through the night, and with the sun beginning to rise out the window, he's still at it.

     Its been hours, and his pace hasn't slowed one bit. If anything, your pants and whines stir him on and he almost hammers into you. The quick in and out rhythm makes him moan. Your heat encasing him as the cold winter air seeps in through the walls that makes him want to bury himself in your body and never leave.

    He knows he's big. He's so big and you're small compared to him. But he doesn't care when he's balls deep in your sore and swollen pussy. He makes you take it to the base and chuckles deeply when you try and crawl away.

    "Min- can't take it," you sob, but that doesn't stop him.

    He grips your hips roughly and pulls your clit flush to his pelvis, holding you there as you squeal out, banging your fists onto your shared bed.

     "Fuck you can't, your pussy was made for me to stretch out." His next thrust sends your hips into the mattress, finally able to rest your exhausted body as he plunges into you from behind.

      Each rough thrust wipes away every thought from your mind until it's all Mingi.

   Mingi is so deep.

   Mingi is so thick.

   Mingi fucks you so good.

   Mingi treats you so good.

   Mingi loves you.

   Mingi.

   Mingi.

      "Mingi!" You moan out loudly into the pillows as you seize up, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cum all over him. Vision dark and blurry, drooling all over the place, barely conscious after your eighth orgasm around his massive girth.

     He's panting and growling into your ear, continuing to thrust. He's relentless. He's really out to break you.

      "Please," you slur, wracking your slush of a brain for a way to get him to cum. You love him, and you love fucking him. But he just won't stop until he cums. And he won't cum until you essentially force him. He's so hell bent on making you get there, he forgets about himself, like he's outside of his own body. And he's extra determined after almost losing you. Your usual tricks haven't worked. So you pull out the big guns. "Please, Min... put a baby in me." Oh, you know him all too well. He's made multiple comments about how good you are with children. How pretty you'd look with that pregnancy glow, your belly round with his baby.

    "F-fuck, Doll," it seems as if that is enough to satisfy his hunger, slamming his tip into your womb and filling you with his warm and sticky seed so much that it splashes back on him and makes a mess of his lower stomach.

Still buried deep inside of you, uncaring of the mess, he lays ontop of your back gently and wraps his arms around your shoulders, his head next to yours. You shaking breaths and trembling legs calmed by his warmth over your entire body.

     "Holy fucking shit," you whimper, making him chuckle quietly.

     He places a gently kiss to your shoulder, "I didn't go to hard, did I?"

    "You did... but I liked it."

    He smiles as he rests his head, hands rubbing up your arms and to your hands, intertwining yours fingers. "I love you." He states. Loud and proud. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to share everything with you and I don't want to keep anything from you. I want you all to myself. Will you marry me?"

    The words almost get lost in translation on their way to your endorphin flooded mind, and your silence makes him nervous. That is until- he sees the giant smile spreading on your lips. "Yes."

"Oh, thank goodness," he sighs a breath of relief followed by a soft laugh.

    "But you'd better get me a ring," you joke, groaning out as he slowly pulls out of your abused core. There's a smirk on his lips that you can't quite place as he gently turns you on your back and helps you get comfortable.

     He reaches under the bed and grabs his bag. "You didn't-"

    "I did," he has his signature shit-eating-grin on his face as he takes it out. A dainty, pretty, thing. Much like he sees you.

      He cuddles into your side, fur blanket draped over your lower halves. Calloused and rough hands take yours. Gently and loving with you. Their past of violence is lost as he slides the ring onto your finger tenderly.

     "Mrs. Song."

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