#hak fanfiction

[hanasnx]

thinking about hak fucking me dumb on his cock. folding me in half before stuffing me full. fucking me till my head is completely empty. only thing my poor dumb brain could process is the feeling of him stretching me out. the sound of his hips smacking against me. those sweet coos of praise as he makes me cum over n over. talking me through it, the room heady n thick w the scent of sex, bodies tacky w sweat, stuck together tightly while he rocks into me n im starry eyed, cumming on his cock w panted whimpers, n hes just nuzzled into my hairline to whisper encouragement of how fucking good i feel n im doing so well, cumming so pretty for him, while his arms flex n his abs tighten at how hard im creaming around him

take a bow.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: you don't know what you did to me with this one anon. i loved this fucking inbox message. god thank you like oh my god i cant believe it WARNINGS: fem reader | dom hak | explicit sexual content | established relationship | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | p in v.

HAK isn’t especially talkative during sex, save for the occasional comment that always has your insides begging to be screwed. Instead, he fills that silence with the language of his body, ardently conveying his desires as he folds you in half with his hands on your thighs. However, this is an exception. "H-Hak!" you choke out, but he lovingly hushes you, stroking your hair as he feeds his cock into your exposed hole from the position.

"Hold it right there for me, princess, don't move a muscle." he tells you with awe in his eyes and haste in his movements, introducing you to just the tip of him to let you get comfortable. You nod to him with artificial determination, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to him. His length is not only formidable, but his girth leaves nothing to be desired, thickly rutting into you to hollow out a place for himself. "Takin' it so good, baby, you want some'ore?" he murmurs in encouragement, and you nod again with a little whimper. A warm hand spans the base of your stomach, and you peep, peeling your eyes open as he holds your gaze with such a casually comforting expression. "Relax." he orders, but it's not a command, it's a strong suggestion. You breathe in deeply, and slack as much as you can while his hips swing in and out.

Gradually, and with a lot of groundwork, Hak is able to sheathe, and you're limp as a doll. A callused thumb affectionately strokes at your clit, puffy from stimulation. "Poor thing had to cum a couple times just to get me in, huh?" he taunts with a couple flicks of his hips, bobbing your whole body with such minuscule force. You whine from his cruelty paired with the stinging pleasure of being filled, clutching tight around his neck as he bites at your lobe. He had half a mind to warn you he's gonna go harder now, but you wouldn't verbally react anyway. Instead, he sets a regular pace, and moans in your ear from low in his throat, showing you how good you feel. The quiet is filled with the sound of his cock plunging into your gooey center, the smack of skin on skin as he harvests his own pleasure from the throes of this bed, using your brainless body to do it. He's thinking of you, thinking of how to make you feel good, watching you intently in the dull light as your mouth hangs open and your eyes flutter closed, and in turn it sends a rush through him. He renders you practically lifeless as a sex toy with just the efforts of his cock pistoning into you.

It's not long before you're cumming again, all it takes is a little tickle to your clit as he fucks you. Cream oozes out from around his cock, your hole pulsing around his shaft, but he doesn't let up. Your walls are overstimulated, but you're so far gone you let him do whatever he wants, it doesn't matter what it is. You want him to use you. "Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that." he talks you through it, keeping up a steady pace with the roll of his thumb over your clit, letting you ride it out your full body spasms. "You're so easy. Feel like I could just do this." Leisurely, he moves in you while he toys with your sensitive bud, observing your reactions as you appear as though you're reaching another orgasm. "Fuck, princess, how many is that already? Wanna do a couple more?" For the first time, you're able to gain autonomy of your own anatomy, clutching at him wherever you can reach to meekly shake your head. "No?" he confirms, amused. A wolfish grin stretches onto his lips as he cruelly tests you, his deft finger curls and straightens over your clit, swiping at it in a harsh manner.

"You're being mean!" you whine, banging your fist against his chest.

"You could make it harder for me, you know."

"Hak!" you chide and he snickers at you.

"I'll be nicer. I'll be nicer." he concedes, lowering himself to encase you with his body, sweetly moving his hips to sheathe and unsheathe completely. You pant over his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his hair to ground yourself as he drives his cock into you. The room is heated by your efforts, and your skins are tacky with sweat, the salt mixing with saliva as he leaves a series of passionate open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. "I can't get over how good you feel, never felt anything like it." he speaks against your shoulder, ending it with a generous lick. "Where've you been all my life, huh? Where's this cunt been hiding?"

There's a familiar tenseness in your stomach that lets him know another one is brewing, and he doesn't dare upset the pace. He keeps talking to you, pulling back for better leverage as you meet his gaze with stars in your eyes. A dreamy smile curls the corners of your mouth as you feel that sweet warmth bloom in your body, nearing you to the edge. "Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna see you do it one more time." With that, you release, more powerful than before. Your back arches off the bed, and protectively he holds you through it, pressing you chest to chest with him as he licks your insides with the head of his cock. Your sweet cream spurts out from around him, dripping to the covers as nuzzles your damp hairline. His hard body against yours, you can feel his every muscle, but he's gentle when he coos praises about how good you did for him.

[semiweirdshipper]

Killer reactions to a reader who had their pants pulled down while they were on a hook. (Part two).

Evan

He heard one of his traps being dismantled near where you were hooked and swiftly went to investigate. He had imagined your team mates would have pulled you off by the time he arrived, but... Apparently not.

"No, no- stop!" He heard you shout, turning the corner just in time to see Jake tearing your pants and underwear down to your ankles. You were struggling and shouting, trying desperately to cover your naked crotch.

Rage boiled deep inside his gut at the disrespectful, offensive display. How dare Jake treat one of his own members this way.

Releasing a loud, bear like growl, Evan chased after the unsuspecting coward, cornering him into a trap and killing him. By the time he passed by your hook, he heard you crying softly and slowed in his tracks. For some reason, he didn't know why, he couldn't find it in himself to just leave you like this...

Turning around, he kept his head lifted and slowly approached you. At the sight of him, you flinched and cried harder, and it put a rod in his chest. "Want me to pull em up for ya?" He asked as calmly as he could manage.

You sniffled, looking at him in baffement and humiliation, your voice a quiet whisper, "Yes please."

Evan did it fast, stepping up to you and leaning down to pull your pants up. Once he was done, he took in your humiliated stance and reached out to gently cup your chin and tilt your head up, "I'm sorry they done this to ya, but it ain't so bad."

He brushed your cheek gently for a moment before letting go and turning away, "Keep your head up, darlin'."

Max

Everyone knew that he was an extremely sensitive person, and some times people tried to take advantage of that- like the times when survivors would flirt with him or get in suggestive poses; they knew he couldn't handle it without getting flustered and angry, his ability to focus shattered.

But this... This was different.

"Oh Max," Kate had whistled, "(y/n) here has something they wanna show you." And then she yanked your pants and underwear down.

Max had immediately flinched and gone to cover his eyes, the sound of your loud, horrified screaming causing him to hurt on the inside. Why were they doing this? You were hooked, they should be helping you, not... Not this.

Unable to look at you, Max took in the sounds of your loud cries, whimpers and whines and realized that this wasn't something you were purposely a part of. Your team mates were taking advantage of you like they constantly tried to take advantage of him, and he could tell how much it was bothering you.

Officially too shy to even look at you while you were half naked, Max ran off and did his best to kill Kate and the other two survivors. At the end he found you hiding by the shack, the hatch just a few meters behind him.

Dropping his chainsaw and hammer, Max stood aside and gestured to the hatch. It took you a few minutes, but you finally came walking out, your body tense, shaky and nervous. You couldn't make eye contact with him.

"Thank you," You whimpered gratefully, "I-I'm sorry about the..."

Max shook his head and uttered a soft growl. When you looked at him with a smile, he blushed and closed his eyes. For the first time, he wasn't flustered.

Ji-woon

He returned after hearing excessive screaming from where you were hooked, his chest flaring in anger at the thought of someone touching what was soon to be his. He worried that you might be being assaulted, and when he arrived at your hook, he cursed in Korean at the sight of you.

Your pants and underwear had been pulled down, and you were panicking in a struggle to cover yourself. Ji-woon saw red. "Who did this?" He demanded to know as he sprinted up to you.

You gasped, crying harder as you shook your head and looked away, utterly humiliated and afraid, "Élodie did it."

That monster. "Did she touch you?" Ji-woon asked, his teeth baring in dangerous rage.

Relief flooded him when you shook your head, but still... This was unacceptable. "I'll pull them up, yes?" He softened his voice while gesturing to your pants.

"Please." You whimpered, shaking lightly as he bent down and pulled your pants up.

Once that was done, Ji-woon looked at you and smiled, one hand slowly reaching up to cup your cheek. "I promise," He grinned at you with an almost endearing, psychotic blush, "I will get you revenge."

And then off Ji-woon went, leaving you in a pit of shock. Later after you got unhooked, you would discover Élodie's hooked body mutilated and... Pantsless. Revenge achieved.

Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

Elliot wouldn't deny that he had preferences. You weren't very far up on his list of favorite survivors to torture, and more often than not he subconsciously allowed you to escape him. But some times there were trials where he had to hook you at least once to please the Entity.

This was one of those trials.

Having sensed odd commotion from the area you were hooked, he went to investigate only to go immobile in shock and disbelief that soon melted into pity and frustration. The other survivors had pulled your pants down thus leaving you exposed, humiliated and vulnerable.

Whenever you noticed his presence, you brutally shook your head in embarrassment, anger and shame, your hands trembling as they covered your privates. You refused to look at him, your shoulders hitching with small, quiet cries.

Rules be dammed, Elliot lifted his arms out, summoned four chain/hooks and carefully used them to grab hold of the edges of your pants. You startled at this but otherwise remained still, watching the hooks with breathless awe as they worked your pants back up your legs.

Yanking your pants up the rest of the way yourself, the hooks around you disappeared with a clatter. Elliot stared at you with his usual monotony, observing the nervous yet grateful expression on your face as you offered him a timid, thankful wave. Hmp.

Elliot left with a light smirk. Perhaps now you would be more open to accept his offers of pleasure.

Wesker

When he finds you, all he can do is stand there and stare. You were one of the more efficient survivors- one that always gave him a run for his money. To see you this unhinged, this defeated and vulnerable... It, well...

It made him furious. Compared to you the other survivors were ants, and the fact that they felt the need to take advantage of you in such a state made his blood boil. How dare they.

"Stop staring at me," You screamed at him, your face flushed, body shaking and hands covering your exposed crotch.

Blinking behind his sunglasses, Wesker mentally shook himself from his thoughts and slowly began to walk forward, "My, my... I didn't take you as one to so easily break under pressure."

"Go away- don't come any closer," You shouted, your voice so passionate and defensive and true.

God, you had no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Wesker smirked, "You know, requesting help is not a crime. You should be smarter than that."

At that, you had gone silent, your eyes on him and filled with distrust, embarrassment and anger. For a few seconds you were hesitant, but then you quietly mumbled, "Will you help me? Please..."

It took all of his effort not to grin. "Since you asked nicely," He nearly closed the space between you as he bent down and pulled your pants up. "I must say," He whispered lowly, looking you in the eye, "You are exquisite in more ways than one, (y/n)."

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

He's good at reading auras even from far away, so when he hears a shout and senses your ill distress, he follows. And soon he comes to the wild scene of you frantically trying to cover your naked crotch while Nea and Nancy raced away in a hurry.

They had pulled your pants down, he realized with a swell of empathy. You weren't the only victim of this particular method of humiliation and immaturity. Many times now the survivors had taken advantage of his lack of speed and succeeded in pulling his own pants down.

You had never done anything like that to him before though. In fact you were a rather kind, modest person- a rare one that he envied and respected. Just like him, you didn't deserve this type of childish torment.

As he walked forward, constantly emitting monstrous growls, you trembled and shook your head, stuttering in fear, "N-no please. Stay-stay away, please. I'm sorry- just please... Stay away."

And when he was right in front of you, you really began to panic, "No please! I'm sorry, please. Please stay away. No!"

Using one hand, the Executioner grabbed an edge of your pants and sloppily drug them up until you were able to reach them yourself. Once you had them back over your hips, he stepped away and quietly observed you.

You bore an expression of gratitude and surprise, your eyes glossy as you gaped at him, "Thank you."

Nodding once, the Executioner left you in search for Nea and Nancy. Don't worry (y/n), he was going to get you some revenge. Maybe later you both could share your stories.

(A big thanks to the lovely EroismPro and Enigma-System for helping me choose what killers to use- give momma Weirdo some smooches you two, *mwah*, I love you! Also, shout out to any other interested viewers, I'm happy to make a part three, so if you want then just leave a comment on which killer you'd like to see in here. Thank you so much for reading).

[rabbitblackx]

hai, i have dbd 'reaction' ideas but if you don't want to do them it's ok!

trickster, huntress, ghostface

1. killer!witch!s/o who's new skin is basicly(?) a emily ( corpsebride ) cosplay. maybe they have a victor skin.

2. killer!s/o has "adopted" a survivor/other killer as their child.

3. s/o who has an endless stomach and could eat 25/8.

4. s/o who follows them around like a lost puppy or the otherway

have a good day! don't forget to hydrate or eat!

Hiiii! As it turns out, I used all of em! I’ve got them all here for u rn! Hope u don’t mind I added a few of my own tweaks to it. And so sorry this took so long. Tumblr recently shadow banned me cuz its engine mistook me for a bot or something idk its a long story lmao. But I’m back now so here ya go! Ps hope u have a great day too! Make sure u drink water and eat too or I’ll be cranky😠🥰💖

How DBD killers would react to…

Includes: Huntress, Ghost Face and Trickster

Killer!Witch!Reader wearing a wedding dress, while they wear a tuxedo

Huntress

Super smitten and flustered

The Huntress thought you looked absolutely stunning in that dress. And for her to be wearing a matching tux! It was like you two were married or something!

She exclusively referred to you as her ‘spouse’, while following you around like a lovesick puppy. The Huntress also showered you in endless compliments about how cute and pretty you looked to her. She could’ve just pounced on you when you came back to her cabin after a successful trial, the white dress smothered with the blood of your victims

Anna felt so strong and important when she was with you while wearing the tuxedo. She thought you two were perfect together like this. She even offered to dance under the pale moonlight, blood shimmering across your beautiful outfits. You set the mood with your powers, causing glittery mist to shimmer through the fog. As Anna grabbed your waist and dipped you, she couldn’t help but be lost in your glowing eyes

Ghost Face

Very sly and cocky

The Ghost glided his gloved hands down your waist, stroking across white lace and ruffles. Though he wore a tuxedo to match your dress, he still had a hood and mask on. But the mask had now been discarded to the floor, his sunken face now centimetres from yours

“We look good together.” Danny grinned

You would often giggle at him, playfully casting a small spells on him. He would act annoyed when you did so, but he secretly loved it.

Went absolutely feral when he saw you covered in blood after a trial. Your eyes glowed beautifully as you flicked away small specks of flesh from your wedding dress. If you caught him staring from behind his mask, you lured him over with your powers. Danny didn’t fight your magic for a second. In fact, he embraced it. He let you drag him over, and threw his arms around your waist. His ghostly mask was illuminated in the dark by your glowing eyes as you leaned in

Trickster

Absolutely obsessed!

Went on and on about how hot you both looked! The Trickster was quite the gentleman when he wanted to be though. He took your hand, wary of getting zapped or lit or whatever came from your powers and twirled you under the full moon. The sound of your laughter was so hypnotising to him

With the both of you dressed as a bride and groom, it gave Ji-Woon a couple of ideas. He found himself imagining what kind of wedding the two of you would have

Peppered you in kisses at the sight of you drenched in fresh blood. The Trickster loved to twirl you around in his arms, your hands resting against the chest of his tux. He felt so special when you would comment on how handsome he looked in it. It just sounded so personal coming from you

“You’re so beautiful, babe.” Ji-Woon smiled

You lovingly straightened his bowtie, before closing your glowing eyes and diving in for a kiss

Killer!Reader that has ‘adopted’ Susie

Huntress

On board 100%!

The Huntress adored Susie the moment you brought her back from Ormond. You sometimes went over there to hang with the Legion in between trials. With Susie being younger, you took her under your wing. She really looked up to you and admired your techniques. The Legion girl also got a real kick from being around the Huntress more often

Anna quickly became like a mother to Susie. She loved taking care of her, especially with you by her side. It made her feel all fuzzy inside. It was like you were a real family. The mere thought brought a tear to her eye

It made her melt to see you act all fatherly/motherly towards Susie. You comforted the girl after bad trials, and then even give her some tips! It made the Huntress one proud mama and wife

Ghost Face

“Can we keep her? Please?”

You gave the Ghost Face your best puppy dog eyes as you hugged Susie against you. It was quite hard for you to do those eyes since they were usually filled with murder and rage, but you thought it was actually kind of working. Susie snuggled against you, big blue eyes twinkling Danny’s way. Speaking of, he folded his arms and let out a long sigh from behind his mask

“Fine.”

Actually really liked Susie. You two truely were like her parents. You and Danny would blab on to her about tricks and hacks on how to get the survivor’s quicker. He even cleaned off her knife for her or sharpen it

The Ghost Face adored seeing you all caring and nurturing with the Legion girl. It made him feel like he wouldn’t mind having a baby with you someday…

Trickster

The Trickster was very jealous and dismissive of Susie at first. He didn’t like you giving her all this attention instead of him. But he eventually came around and bonded with her, over things like hairdye or pop music

The Trickster still very much preferred you spending time with him than Susie. He almost felt like a third wheel when you and the girl were together. And you of all people should’ve known that that was way beneath him. So when Susie had to go on trial, he got overly clingy with you

Ji-Woon wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your shoulder. You had just said your goodbyes to Susie, and he was now all over you

“What’s up, Ji-Woon?” You smirked

“I’m still your favourite, right? You love me the most?” The Trickster asked hopefully

You relaxed against his embrace and let out a chuckle. You brought a hand up to run through his purple hair

“Yes, dear. You’re my favourite. I love you the most.”

Reader that could eat nonstop

Huntress

The Huntress was quite impressed with your appetite. She also loved it! It meant you were healthy and strong for her. All she ever wanted was for you to be that way. She needed you with her for a very long time

Anna cooked for you three times a day. She made sure to keep you well fed and satisfied! Although, that was rather hard to do. She was astonished how you ravaged a whole hearty meal, then immediately asked for seconds after! Sometimes the Huntress had to cook you up thirds. But she didn’t mind. Anything for her baby bear!

Ghost Face

The Ghost Face didn’t really know what to make of your gluttony at first. You were always hungry, always snacking. You called it the munchies, and he thought that was quite cute

Danny soon thought of your insatiable appetite to be endearing. It was what made you different and stand out from all the others he had been with. He loved that; someone that wasn’t like the rest. It was made them not killable

In other words, the Ghost Face had no intention of you ever being his victim. He also asked the Entity for little treats and sweets, so he could carry them around and give them to you during trial. He had many Polaroids of you nibbling on said food. You were like a cute little bunny to him

Trickster

“Nobody should eat before 4pm.”

The Trickster was always on strict diets to maintain his toned body. It was rare that you ever saw him eat. So for him to see how you shovelled down plate after plate of food, he was repulsed

Or at least, acted like it

The Trickster was actually just jealous. He missed the good ol’ days before K-pop. He could eat all he wanted, much like how you did. He always wished he had your metabolism

If you two were together for awhile, he soon opened up and ate around you. You always offered him some of your food, as you were usually snacking on something. It made Ji-Woon appreciate you and your time spent together even more

Reader that always follows them around

Huntress

The Huntress thought you were so adorable. She cooed at you, saying how you reminded her of a cute little puppy. She even went above and beyond and made you a dog mask! It was your prized possession

Anna didn’t mind at all if you tagged behind her during trials. Sometimes she forgot you were even there. But she also grew protective when you strayed away, or wasn’t close enough

The Huntress held your hand most of the time. She liked having you by her side as she hunted. It made her feel secure and needed

Ghost Face

The Ghost Face also thought it was quite cute how you trailed after him everywhere. He liked the company. He chattered on with you for hours endless when the Entity let him

He was really impressed with how stealthy you had become. Every time the Ghost Face looked over his shoulder, there you were. It was ironic, wasn’t it? When you first met, it was the exact opposite

It was actually pretty arousing for Danny.😦 The way you mimicked him and his behaviour. When he shamelessly told you that, your face screwed up and you swatted at him

“If you think I’m so gross, then why are you still following me around?” He chuckled, making you blush

Trickster

Nothing he wasn’t used to. You were just another groupie. Although, way more tolerable. Not that he’d ever tell you that

“If I were you, I’d be obsessed with me too.”

The Trickster never stopped flirting with or teasing you. None of it fazed you though, and you carried on following him. This surprised him. Like, why weren’t you starstruck?

Ji-Woon soon concluded it was because you were different. You were the only person he liked, and thought worthy of his time.

His teasing may not of affected you, but, boy, did yours do things to him

Don’t be surprised if the Trickster ends up following you around instead

[beauty-and-grief]

Strawberries and Tears

After so much time exercising self-control over his feelings towards Yona, Hak didn't imagine that some happy strawberries would be his downfall.

In her tireless and unconscious effort to torture him, Yona had not found a better place to taste her strawberries than under the same tree on which he rested after lunch.

It was hard to focus on anything other than capturing and savoring those red lips between his. Meanwhile, she, oblivious to his fantasies, offered him that damn berry that was making him lose his temper.

Her beautiful smile only managed to increase her desire to kiss her and hold her in her arms. With these thoughts, he sighed and closed his eyes, but when he opened them again he was startled to find the princess's face mere inches from his.

Yona smiled and placed a strawberry on her lips. Hak tasted the berry, imagining what her delicate mouth would taste like, losing his patience even more.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of peonies, lavender, and jasmine from her hair to him. Everything about her was tempting and Hak didn't know what to do to keep his sanity and not give in to his impulses.

Months had passed since that last kiss, when he was in the cell, and after the Mei-nyan rescue operation and the confrontation with Chagol, there had not been a single moment of quiet to establish at what point their relationship was or even to be alone together. Perhaps that moment was now and that was why fate seemed to want to force him to give in to temptation, but Hak wasn't terribly good with words.

Resigned, he leaned his head against the tree trunk, masking his uneasiness with a mask of calm, studied indifference. It didn't last long, his nerves broke again when the rest of the group announced that they were going shopping, inevitably leaving him alone with the princess. No doubt the gods were testing his endurance, just as she was when she decided to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

Defeated, he firmly gripped Yona's wrist and, moving closer to her, he murmured:

—Princess, you are exhausting my patience.

She flinched as the only answer, and with flushed cheeks she lowered her gaze.

Hak placed his lips on the fingers of the hand he was still holding, drawing a surprised sigh from Yona, who was now looking at him with wide eyes.

Finally, he threw all composure out the window and leaned over her, kissing her soft lips still tinged with the red of her strawberries.

Both fell on the grass. Hak leaned the weight of his body on his arm for fear of crushing her, momentarily breaking the brush of their lips.

He managed to hear his name from Yona's voice, who was looking at him with those beautiful purple eyes that blinked in confusion.

He could affirm with complete certainty that there was no more beautiful melody than hearing her name from those lips of hers in a small voice. He wanted to cover her with kisses as her hands, now those of a fighter, tangled in his hair.

He was soon kissing her again, taking in the sweet, sour taste of berries and the floral fragrance of her hair, which had almost reached her previous length.

He, too, found no resistance to deepen their kiss with his tongue and start a dance with hers, trailing his fingers down her delicate throat as his other hand trailed to her waist.

The sighs of his companion only threw him further into that spiral of desire, uncertainty and perhaps fear. He was afraid of losing her, he was afraid that he would not be able to protect her despite the fact that she had shown him over and over again that that defenseless and lonely princess was left behind, whom no one saw with the same eyes as him, just because she was the daughter of a king who was accused of being a coward.

Yona had suffered and changed in many ways, but he would never want to stop being her bodyguard or leave her side, even when she might not need it and even though the thought terrified him deeply.

He kissed her desperately with fear, and she seemed to feel it. Only when they separated did he allow himself to look into her eyes, conveying all his fears without saying a word. She looked at him with infinite tenderness and pronounced those two words that both of them had avoided until then.

—I love you, and I need you by my side, always –she announced firmly–. Do you remember the night I gave you the lapis lazuli pendant?

He nodded, running his fingers to the amulet that always hung from his neck.

—That night... –she hesitated– that night you told me that, if I could be happy, that would also be your greatest happiness.

Hak looked away in embarrassment as he remembered his words, even if they were the greatest truth of his.

—When I got back to the room I started to cry, at first not sure why, but those words... Those words made me immensely happy and incredibly sad at the same time. It was at that moment that I understood how special and valuable you were to me, and I guess it scared me to find out that I could no longer conceive of life without you, and that I would go completely crazy if you left me.

Hak felt his mouth dry and a sting in his tear ducts that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He was afraid that if he said something his voice would crack, because his feelings resounded strongly at her words, so he just hugged her and in that shelter he allowed the tears to fall freely.

—When you disappeared my whole world broke into pieces –she continued between sobs– I feigned composure and tried not to lose hope, but the mere idea of not seeing you again was so terrifying that I felt faint. Every night I felt that I was short of breath, felt the deepest and most heartbreaking pain that I could imagine.

I was able to hold on and continue despite So-woon's betrayal, despite my father's murder, but if I lost you... –her voice broke before she could continue–.

He held her even tighter in her arms, feeling her tears fall on his back.

—I am here now, and I will not disappear again. I am with you, I will be as long as you allow it. You'll have to kill me to get rid of me.

She laughed between sobs and slightly broke the hug to kiss him slowly and sweetly.

A laugh interrupted them and they both turned to find the oldest of the dragons smiling knowingly at them.

—Zeno had forgotten something, but Zeno is leaving and leaves the lady and the young man to their... business —he excused himself, withdrawing with his arms entwined behind his neck—.

Yona had turned the color of the strawberries that she devoured before, with a trace of tears on her cheeks. Hak thought that it was the image of tenderness and perfection, so he couldn't help but kiss her again with a smile adorning his lips and the certainty that he was incredibly lucky and that he would not let her go under any circumstances.

Disclaimer: Akatsuki no Yona does not belong to me. This is a fictional work written by and for fans.

[xdeepwaterx]

Finally wrote Ji-Woons chapter (Jake is still waiting sorry)

The male one is right after this so if you wanna read in a male POV skip to chapter 13 (#8 Male)

Hope everyone is having a nice weekend.

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Heya girl💙! Congratulations to reach that high, I wish you even more because you deserve it😉💯. I hope I did correctly this challenge😅. I would like to submit a prompt for the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge. I challenge you to write a platonic hak and jaeha drabble for prompt #4. Having a friendly arm-wrestling match😚😆. Thank you so much, you're the best😘💓!

Hello lovely 🥰

Thank you so much for participating in the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

I'm so sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!

Title: Is That A Woman Over There? Fandom: Yona of the Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona Characters: Hak & Jae-Ha Prompt: #4 - Having a friendly arm-wrestling match Word Count: 100

“Three, two, one, go!” Yona shouted. The stakes were high. The loser would have laundry duty for a month. Neither’s fist budged from the center. “You’re looking a little tired, Droopy Eyes,” Hak quipped as sweat began to form. “Nonsense,” Jae-Ha retorted with a small grunt, “I’ll win this soon.” “Hey, look, there’s a beautiful woman over there!” Hak yelled. “What, where?” Jae-Ha said in surprise as he lost his concentration.  In that split-second, Hak was able to bring Jae-Ha's fist down. “Winner!” Yona exclaimed. “If it was a leg-wrestling match, I would have beaten you!” Jae-Ha lamented in defeat. 

Again, thanks for participating!!! 💚

All completed drabbles will be posted on my A03 account.

[horrorlove14]

The Trickster and His Assassin Darling- Dead by Daylight

Pairing: Ji-woon Hak/ Trickster x Female Assassin Killer! Reader

Warnings: Blood, murder, death, smut and use of weapons

The trickster's darling was an infamous assassin in her past life where she was often sought out by gangs, the mafia, corrupt businessmen and politicians for her services around the globe.

She used her beauty and sweet personality to take advantage of her targets before revealing a sadistic and wicked side and killing them.

When she got taken by the entity after getting killed during a police chase to become a killer for their realm, she readily agreed because she had this opportunity to work with other killers and fulfil her bloodlust at the same time.

She eventually met Ji-Woon Hak a.k.a The Trickster who was a K-pop idol in his past life who murdered his victims with his weapons, especially his knives to record their screams of terror for his music.

She and Ji-Woon ended up in an intense relationship where she can communicate with him in Korean thanks to her being able to speak multiple languages fluently and they share the same kinks and bloodlust together.

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Present time

After a trial, the entity allows the killers and survivors to rest up before the next trial. Ji-Woon looks forwards to this because he gets to return to his shared home with his darling so they could practice using their weapons together and make love to each other.

His darling greets him with a bruising kiss despite the fresh blood on his face which she loves before leading him to their bedroom.

Jiwoon has his hands all over her body as he worships her by kissing the exposed skin on her scarred and tattooed body which she got during her missions in her past life.

"Honey, I'm feeling rather horny since I've been having filthy thoughts while I was away from you," he said while running his hands all over her and kissing her at the same time.

She smiles in acknowledgement as she pushes him onto their bed before stripping off her clothes and tossing them aside. She and Ji-Woon would perform a ritual where they would cut their hand open with a knife to smear blood on each other before they make love.

Their lovemaking involves knife and blood play where they would inflict cuts on each other's bodies which would be healed instantly since they're supernatural beings after all. She would ride on his fully erected dick as he holds onto her hips as she moans from the pleasure she was receiving while he marks her body with scratches onto her blood-smeared skin with his nails and thrusts into her tight pussy.

As they are reaching the climax, they can feel their bodies getting hot from the high they are experiencing during the act before cumming together. For the aftercare, they would take a bath together and have a heavy makeout session since they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

When they are practising for their upcoming trials together, they would practice throwing their knife-throwing skills where he would try to distract his darling with random kisses and hugs but she would scold him for being distracting before paying him back with a forehead flick.

When the entity summons her to be the killer for a trial, he would wish her good luck with a kiss and observes her stalking the survivors before unleashing her bloodlust and hooking them onto the few hooks within the areas.

After it is over, she returns back to Ji-Woon who greets her with butterfly kisses and praises her for being such a good killer that it turns him on.

She ends up giving him a blow job despite her blood-soaked face to satisfy him as he grips and digs his fingers into her hair while muttering about how good he's feeling under his breath.

He loves how his darling was able to fulfil his every sexual urge and fantasy without question and thanks the entity for bringing her into his existence.

He ends up cumming inside of her mouth, all over her face and his pants but couldn't care less since he is satisfied now and he zips up his pants before picking her up from the ground.

"Oh honey, you look so pretty with blood and my cum all over your face," he said as he lifts her chin with his finger before leaning forward to kiss her and she returns it back since they love each other in their own twisted, messed up way but at least they will be together forever within the realm they currently live in.

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End of story. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

[standinginthedawn]

finally going back to work on the hakxyona fic I started last year, rereading it and blushing because ~phew~ I forgot how steamy it was...

I think instead of making it a one-off, I'm going to build it out into a three-chapter arc with the last one having the romantic tension come to a head

[wd-ghosty]

Dancing Dragons

Zeno x reader fanfic part-1

!Disclaimer! this is my first fan fic and English isn't my first language so please be nice.

Back Story

You are a twenty-two year-old wandering entertainer from Xing, you come from a big family, and you're quite popular among nobility. You started out dancing and singing on the streets, to preforming in theaters.

Your life was amazing despite the fact your parents were mad at you for years for not becoming a doctor, government official, or marrying into a rich family. But other than that your life was great, until one day you came home from a trip, and your whole house was in an uproar. Turns out your younger cousin was kidnapped, he'd been gone for weeks and you're family only had one lead. A couple month's went by and your family hired a private investigators, but none of them had gotten anywhere in their investigation, so you pack your bags and look for yourself.

Present day

You're wandering the water tribe in Koukha, umbrella in hand as you look for an inn, the rain is hard and loud you can barely hear yourself, but then you hear a scream. You see a girl who can't be over the age of thirteen on the floor with a black eye, while an older man probably forty towers over her.

You know you probably can't win this fight so you should leave, but you just can't leave a child alone at the mercy of some random man. You grab a rock off the ground and throw it at the man's face, you run towards the little girl grab her and run away. You get kinda far from the man but he's fast, you manage to hide the girl but he grabs you and throws you to the hard and wet pavement. The man gets on top of the and starts screaming at you as the blood from his eye starts dripping on your face, you try to break free from under him but he's got you pinned down, and everytime you lift up your head he slams it back onto the ground and you start bleeding yourself.

You fear the worst is about to happen, but then you see a huge white claw pick him up and throw him. You see a group of strange people and a person with blazing red hair, a person with golden hair rushes up to you before you black out.

You woke up you caught the amazing aroma of steamed pork buns, and a plethora of spices, when you opened your eyes you see the man with the golden hair above you, before you could say anything he offers you a rice ball. "Hello..." you sit up and look around, this place look pretty fancy and this is an amazing bed. "Are you ok? that's a pretty deep cut on your cheek," the man looks at you concerned, and he's still holding a plate for you. He doesn't look like he could be older than nineteen, but he looked younger and he was Incredibly welcoming so you were at ease around him. "Yes, I'm alright, would you be ever so kind and tell me where I am?" "Oh you're in the water tribe..." it takes him a couple seconds to realize what he said, "Oh! Your in Riri's house, she's the daughter of the water tribe chief and his friends with us."

As the yellow boy talks to me another person walks in the room, "Zeno i told you to call me when they wake up! Hi I'm yun, it's your cheek ok?" "Yes it is, thank you." Yun walks up to you to re-bandage the scar, "how did you find me, and why did you help me?" Yun and Zeno both look at you surprised by the question, and all three of guy are collectively confused. "What did you mean why did we save you? You needed help so we helped." Zeno added, "Oh, the little girl asked up for help, then Jea-Ha took her home." you look relived and try to get up out of bed but Zeno loops hid arms around her shoulders. "You've been asleep for three days, Zeno doesn't think it's good for you to get up yet."

It takes you quite some time to register what he said, "Three days! I-i need to go!" You rush out if need grab your bags and into the hallway as Zeno and Yun run after you. "Wait come back!" Yun screams at you and you run into the garden trying to get out but you bump into a guy with green hair, "oh, hello there, and whom might i owe the pleasure." He holds your hand and kisses it, uni get quite flustered and confused by this romantic gesture some random man just greated you with. "Hello, Hi, I'm Y/N and I'm just about to be gone." As you try to exit out the garden door a man with pale skin and hair for in your way, "aren't you the girl we found in the streets? Should you be out yet, I thought Yun and Zeno were watching you?" As you try to get away from them Zeno grabs you by the waist "Hey you can't go yet, Zeno doesn't want you to!" you're overwhelmed by this and when you finally break free you see a guy with a weird mask and a bunch of fur. at the point you're surrounded, but then the person with the red hair comes around and tells them to back off, "Hi I'm Yona, sorry about these guys they can get... curious, what is your name?" At this point you're irritated and you just want to leave, but you dust yourself off and tell her your name. "I'm Y/N." "Common let's go to a more quiet spot." She lead you to a gazebo with three other girls two with black hair one blonde, "Riri she woke up!" One of the girls rushes over to you and asks if you're ok and they sit you down at the table and you explain everything. You've been talking with the girls for hours enjoying yourself, and forgot all of your problems until Petra asks you a question, "Y/N you said you're a traveling entertainer correct?" You replied with, "Yes, why do you ask?" "I just wanted to know who in Koukha booked you for a show?" You take a second to process what she said and you remember why you came here.

"Actually I was heading to Sen Province, my younger cousin was kidnapped, and the only peice of evidence we have is an address with Sen province under it. THAT'S IT NO NAME, NO MET UP PLACE, NO RANSOM JUST THIS!" You start to tear up in anger, confusion, and frustration. "It's so frustrating, I don't even know what to expect what if he's already dead what if I'm too late! I don't know what to do, but if I don't try, if I dint get there fast enough I have no doubt in my mind he will be gone. Thank you for helping me but I must take my leave." You grab you bag and start to head out but Yona says something unexpected, "me and the dragons will help you find him, you said going alone might be dangerous but you'll be safe with us."

Your shocked by this, the fact a group of random people are willing to help you is baffling. "I-i don't even know you, why wigs you want to help me... TWICE?" She grabs you by your hands "we're friends now and you need to get your cousin back so we'll help." "Thank you Yona... you don't know what this means for me, I- I can't describe what this means to me."

The next day you and the rest of the happy hungry bunch left for Sen province, as you all walk through the forest and the mountains you get to know all of them. You all become great friends, and the trip is supposed to take a three on foot but everything is going great so far. The group stopped in a clearing and set up camp when it was late, after everything was fine you decided to go on a walk. As you were walking through the forest you find a flower field, the flowers ranged from lavender, baby's breath, and chrysanthemums, the beautiful colors mixed with the sunset is almost euphoric. You take off you cape put it on the ground and layed down, you have hope that you'll find your cousin and get back to Xing so fast you'll barely remember what happened between. You start to doze off but you hear something coming up, you think it's a bunny so you don't mind until that thing... lays next to you. You open your eyes and jump up in shock, you look down and you see Zeno laying next to you. "Did I scare ya?" He looks at you with a cheeky smile plastered on his face, "Zeno don't do that, my soul almost left by body!" You were kinda angy quickly calm down and lay back down, "so why'd you come out? Me personally I was just bored". Zeno turns to his side and faces you, "Do you ever think of death, do you ever wonder who, or what is waiting for you on the other side?"

You look at him shocked by the question, "I haven't thought that far, no matter what you believe in I don't think death is something you should be scared of." Zeno looks at you then looks but at the sky, "elaborate, you aren't scared of death. If I were to stab you, you'd be fine with that?" You're dumbfounded by that reply, Zeno is a cute little kid... well not little but he doesn't usually talk like this.

"That's not what I meant. Death is as natural as birth, death itself isn't scary is the way you die. If you pass in a comfortable bed surrounded by your loved ones that's a good death, but if you're murdered, burned, or suffocated, that's a bad death." You try to think of words to further explain, but Zeno says something before you do, "i get that, you don't need to explain yourself," you and Zeno both just may Duan and enjoy life together, but even you opened your eyes the beautiful red sunset turn into a black sky full of stars. You look around and see Zeno laying next to you looking at the stars, "oh your awake you've been asleep for awhile, don't get me wrong if love to stay here with you but we be better off with everyone else." Zeno stands up and holds his hands out for you, you grab them and the two of you walk back to camp, "how long did you wait for me?" You asked Zeno a question you beloved was stupid to try and fill the awkward quite walk back, "probably two hours..." you ask Zeno "what did you say? Two hours why didn't you just she me up?" Zeno grabs your hand and continues to walk with you,

"I fell asleep as well, but I woke up two hours before you do is fine... Why do you care so much about inconveniencing other people, even if it causes you a problem? You were about to leave by yourself until the princess said well accompany you, why is it so hard for you to ask for help?" You stop dead in your tracks and stare daggers at Zeno, "What the hell did you just say to me! You barely even know me, I don't have to explain anything to you!" You're obviously insulted by his question "I know how to ask for help but..." You take a moment to think about what he said it was Incredibly hard for you to ask for help when you need it, he's only known you for a matter of four days you were asleep for three of them and he can still tell. "So what, it's better I do things myself, if I ask someone else to do it I'll be disappointed. It's not even that big of a deal, so getting help isn't Worth it."

Zeno grabs your hands, and placed his forehead on yours, "I have a good feeling about you, don't be scared to ask me for anything. Ok." It's too dark to see but you can feel Zeno next to you, you tighten your grip on his hands and take a deep breath, "Ok... let's go back" Zeno smile and leads you back to camp.

When you two get back to camp you see Hak and Jae-Ha talking by the fire, "where have you two been?" Jae-Ha asks with a smug look in his face while Hak is side eyeing him, "I fell asleep in a flower field, Zeno found me and waited until I woke up." You go into the tent you're sharing with Yona and Yun, when you get in your sleeping bag you can't stop thinking of Zeno, he was so warm and comforting, but at the same time you were in edge around him. Zeno is... something, but I wonder where his parents are and why they'd let a seventeen year-old go away with a strange group of people, you wonder so many things about all of them but for now you'll wait until the time is right.

[ratherhavehopewithyou]

"He saw red. Not the red of blood leaving his body or pain obscuring his vision. It was the red he saw each night upon closing his eyes and the red he sought each morning the moment he opened them. The red that colored his strongest desires and haunted his deepest fears. The red that served as his guiding force, like a trail of radiant sunlight; that set his life ablaze and drove him forward each day. It was the red of his very heart."

A group of South Kai soldiers ambush Yona and her companions' camp while traveling in Earth Tribe lands. The story starts in the midst of battle, and Hak is struggling to regroup with the rest of the dragons. Cornered by enemies one after the other, things are looking grim when he receives aid from someone unexpected.

This is totally new for me, but I wrote an AnY / HakYona fic! This series has taken over my life in the best way, and after reading so many incredible fics out there, I needed my own outlet lol. Feel free to give it a read and let me know your thoughts! I hope you enjoy <3

[hanasnx]

vision of love.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

HAK is already a big guy, but compared to you he’s a goliath. You’re dwarfed when you sit in his lap, or stand next to him. More than a foot of height difference and the sheer width of his broad shoulders makes you look like nothing, withering away in a high wind. When you’d compared your hand size to him, he curled his fingers around you to the second knuckle. Even clinging onto him your fist wraps around his pinky finger. He’s colossal, larger than life, bigger than any man you’ve ever come across. No one compares to Hak. The Lightning Beast of the Kouka Kingdom is breathtaking as a warrior and your personal bodyguard. A single smoldering look melts the courage of even the bravest of men.

You’re proud of him. You hold your head a little higher when he’s by your side, when he takes up the space in a room, and when his protection looms over you like a great tamed creature. To own Hak in the way you do is a privilege, and one you don’t take lightly. He’s made it known he’s entirely yours.

But you feel like his when you’re in his bed. There’s not a word to describe how light he makes you feel, as weightless as a bird in free fall. Your little body is contorted in every conceivable way: he hoists you by your thighs to dribble you on his cock, controlling the pace you go even while you’re on top; thrown underneath him as he folds you in half, your knees pinned to your ears as he plows your hole open and ready for him; and his seemingly personal favorite, flipping you onto your stomach, shoving your cheek into the mattress as he lays his weight on you, sweetly rutting into you from behind. That hand settles into your hair, spanning your scalp from its width, and his cheek kisses yours. The warmth of both of your breaths are swapped as your chest caves from his mass. Soft groans emit from his parted lips, lost in the pleasure you provide.

[semiweirdshipper]

Killer reactions to a legally blind reader who had their glasses stolen from them during a trial. (Part two).

Notes: Non-binary reader. Warnings for minor, non-graphic violence and character injury.

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Ji-woon

He saw you struggling to walk through the forest, your arms spread out and feet stuttering in caution. Concern invaded, and he quickly ran up to you. When he noticed that you didn't have your glasses on, he asked suspiciously, "Where are your glasses?"

Ji-woon watched as you gasped and tensed up as if expecting an attack, and he frowned in dejection. "Uh? Don't be afraid," He reached down to gently grab your hand, saying reassuredly, "I'll help you escape, yes?"

"You... You'll help me? Really?" You timidly asked, your body still tense, "But... Why?"

"Oh," Ji-woon giggled, grinning big and blushing, "You are my favorite. I like you."

Seeing you gape like a fish caused Ji-woon to giggle even more in fondness and amusement. "You're so cute, (y/n)," He slowly guided you over to some boxes and had you sit down on one, "Wait here. I'll be back soon, uh?"

"O-ok," You nodded, hiding your bashful face, "Thank you."

Man, you were so freakin adorable. Ji-woon grinned maliciously and took off, his blood running hot with vengeance. Vengeance that didn't take but ten minutes to achieve, especially whenever he discovered your glasses broken in David's pocket. Those no good rats.

Returning to your side, Ji-woon reached out for your hand again and smiled, "Ready?"

"Yes," You say softly, blushing as he let you use him for support, "Thank you again."

Ji-woon puffed his chest out in pride. "Anything for you, aleumdaun."

Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

He felt the calling of the lament and, realizing that it was you who was summoning him, he immediately teleported to your location. When he arrived, he spotted you shyly standing near a pallet, your exposed eyes squinted harshly as you cautiously stood your ground.

"You solved the lament configuration," Elliot tilted his head in curiosity and hidden surprise, "But to what cause?"

You hesitated, looking fretful, "You... You said that if I solved the box then I... I would get a reward? Well... I-I want my glasses back. Please? Nea stole them."

A glimmer of a smirk shown within Elliot's piercing black eyes, "You have become bold, I see. Are you to assume that 'returning your glasses' is all I have in mind for you?"

"I..." You gaped, looking horrified and regretful, like you were imagining him torturing you, "I..."

"Stay here," Elliot demanded and briefly turned away. He was able to locate Nea, hook her and retrieve your glasses. When he returned to you, you had the most defeated, hopeless expression on your face, and it tore at his soul.

"I suppose the full extent of your reward can wait until another time," He said in a much more soothing tone than what he usually used, and he handed you your glasses. "I do not enjoy witnessing you treated with disrespect."

Fiddling with your glasses for a moment, you slid them on and looked up at him with flattered yet timid eyes, "Thank you, Elliot. Maybe... Maybe next time?"

Elliot smirked and swiftly turned around to leave, "I will be waiting."

Evan

He saw you walking around calling out for Jake to give you your glasses back and, at first, he chose to ignore you. Surely soon Jake would return them to you. Well...

Apparently not.

Several times Evan had crossed paths with you only to see you struggling every single time, looking lost and helpless. It pulled at his heart and made him angry. How could anyone treat you this way?

Remembering that it was Jake you were calling out for, Evan went and found the traitor, killed him and retrieved your glasses. Then he found you respectfully working on a generator. God... He liked you too dang much.

When you noticed him approaching, you tensed up and bowed your head in miserable acceptance. "Here, darlin'," Evan said, lifting your glasses out, "Think you're missin' these."

"Huh?" You blinked at him, the sight of your exposed eyes doing things to him. Taking your glasses back, you slid them on your face, stammering in gratitude, embarrassment and fear, "Th-thank you. Really. I'm... I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize," Evan took a few steps back to help ease your anxiety, "Ain't no one got an excuse good 'nough to treat ya that way."

You whimpered, covering your cheeks with your palms. So adorable. "Thank you."

Evan smiled beneath his mask and turned away, damming Jake for his shenanigans and yet also thanking him at the same time. Let's just say, he really enjoyed this trial.

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

He doesn't know much about human anatomy but he does know that those glass things help you see. He's also good at sensing distress and emotional turmoil, and during this trial you were utterly decomposed unlike usual.

And the Executioner does not appreciate it when his favorite human is in distress, especially when the distress is caused by other guilty, shameful humans.

Leaving you be to your objectives, The Executioner lurks around hooking and searching for something he doesn't quite understand. It's difficult to navigate who has your glasses exactly, and he really does search. He tears apart clothes, he breaks fingers and he even shakes the survivors, but to no avail.

Eventually he hooks the third survivor Claudette and searches for you, discovering you hiding amongst some pillars. When you notice him approaching, you gasp and run straight first into a wall.

With all hope lost, you crouch down and begin to hopelessly cry, humiliation, sadness and frustration steaming from your body.

The Executioner walked closer, stopping before you and bending forward as much as he was capable of. He then dropped an object into your lap.

You jostled in shock, your eyes going wide when you felt what exactly the object was. Glasses. But... Not your glasses. "These... These are Claudettes?" You ask, slipping on the tiny glasses. They barely helped you to see, honestly.

But they would be good enough, and you were grateful for his generosity, "Thank you."

Proud and satisfied, the Executioner nodded, took a few steps away and gazed back at you. Come on. The hatch isn't going to find itself.

Wesker

You're his favorite survivor, so he searches for you first only to find you getting laughed at by Quintin. He had your glasses. You were struggling to chase him, putting up quite a fight until he purposely tripped you and sent you falling face first to the ground.

Oh. Oh, that boy was so done for. Wesker's eyes burned orange, and he flew up to the treacherous nobody, jamming him with uroboros. Quintin screamed and dropped your glasses. Wesker picked them up and finished chasing the coward, hooking him shortly.

By the time he returned to you, he was amused to see you standing and searching around, obviously focused and self-aware. "Tis a pity you can be taken advantage of so easily, (y/n)," Wesker said, twirling your glasses around, "I almost feel sorry for you."

He eagerly awaited a snappy, passionate reaction from you, but was ultimately met with deafening silence. You weren't even looking at him, your head bowed, hands gripping a barrel and your face twisting with hatred and shame.

It was as if you expected the worst out of everyone including him.

"What will I get if I return them to you?" Wesker asked, stepping closer.

You mumbled back, "Just kill me, Wesker. I'm done."

Out of all his time here, Wesker had never, ever seen you give up. It made him... Concerned. "How long has this been going on?" He stopped beside you and handed you your glasses back.

You were taken aback by his kindness and consideration, and you went to put your glasses back on, "A while."

"Well then," Wesker smirked, aching to touch your face, "I suppose we'll need to put a stop to this. Won't we?"

Max

He doesn't really understand what's going on at first. All he knows is that you're really, really struggling. The only reason he can think why is because you didn't have your glasses. Why though? Where were they?

Hesitant, shy and nervous, Max tries his hardest to avoid hooking you. There is one time, however, that he hears you calling out for Feng to give you your glasses back. Ah ha. So Feng took them. That monster. How could she do this?

Max then makes it his number-one priority to catch Feng and return your glasses. It doesn't take him long, but when he throws her over his shoulder, he hears a distinct crack, and panics. Oh... No...

Dropping Feng unceremoniously, Max searches her hoodie and finds your shattered glasses. Noooooooo! No, he broke your glasses. Ah, what was he supposed to do? You were gonna be so mad at him and upset, and you wouldn't be able to see, and he felt so bad. Just- ahhh!

He let you down. Max growled in distress, his chest aching. He really, really let you down. Oh, he was so sorry.

But he wasn't going to hide from you despite every nerve in his body wanting him too. Instead, he killed the rest of the survivors, deserted his chainsaw and hammer, and timidly approached you.

Whenever you noticed him, you covered your face and awaited pain, but felt none. Sensing that he was close, you gaped and whimpered, "Max?"

Wow, your eyes were really pretty. Max blushed, his chest filling with butterflies. He walked forward and gently tapped on your forearm.

"What?" You whispered softly, "I-I can't see, I-I'm sorry."

Even though it hurt him to speak, Max managed to say "hatch". You looked at him with utter gratitude, grabbing onto his offered arm and saying shyly, "Thank you, Max. I-I really appreciate it."

Max smiled and growled happily. Good grief, the 'butterflies'.

[rabbitblackx]

Finally, I waited so long to drop this request 😭😭 can you do Trickster x male survivor reader who can't scream due to trauma and is extremely touch starved? So that Ji-Woon was all excited to hear the new survivor scream, but the survivor went through childhood trauma and would've always been mentally abused more if he'd make noises like even semi-loud crying, so within the years he kind off de-learned how to scream, even when getting hooked. He also hasn't been hugged in years, so getting carried to the hook by some killers is the most physical touch he got, wich results in him finding comfort in it, especially when Ji-Woon puts his hand on the survivors back to keep him from getting off his shoulder.

Ji-Woon then puts two and two together and realizes that these are childhood trauma reactions and reacts somewhat alongs the line of "wtf did your parents do to you?" and gets the survivor off the hook again.

I know this might be extremely specific, and I could probably write it myself but I'd really like to know how your version of Ji-Woon would react. How he would comfort the survivor, how he would treat him (also in future trials), maybe what he'd think of him.

Aww thank u for waiting! And it’s okay to be a lil specific it’s fine by me it’s a cool request! I hope u enjoy :))💖💖

Trickster with a Male!TouchStarved!Reader that can’t scream

You had a very rough childhood. Physical and mental abuse was never off the table when it came to your guardian. When they hurt you, and you were to cry, it would only make them do it more. Your guardian never cared for you—never hugged you. You learned that screaming and crying only ever resulted in severe punishment. Over the horrible years, you almost forgot how. You were so used to bottling it up to avoid abuse, you hadn’t screamed since you were a child. You didn’t think you even could if you tried

So when you were dragged to the Entity’s realm, hurting you wasn’t all that satisfying for the killers. You would never cry in pain or scream in agony. You kept you whimpers and groans to yourself

The Trickster was very excited to hear your screams. You were the newest survivor and he hadn’t ‘met’ you yet. So he was greatly disappointed when you wouldn’t make much sound when he threw knives at your back. Like, come on! All the other survivors did! Why didn’t you?

The Trickster got close enough to hit you with his bat, effectively downing you. No sounds came from your end, making him angry. The killer thrusted you up and over his shoulder, carrying you to a hook

As sick as it was, you almost found comfort in being carried by the killers. You hadn’t been touched by another person in so long. Though they were taking you to your inevitable doom, you enjoyed the brisk moments of their hands holding your back in place

You kept quiet and relaxed over the Trickster’s shoulder. The other man thought it was quite strange, feeling you be all docile instead of struggling in his grasp. How boring were you? Like, what happened to you before you wound up here?

When the Trickster threw you onto a hook, he studied how you wheezed shrilly. Tears pricked your eyes as you bit your tongue, a habit you had since you were a child. The Trickster frowned, noticing faded scars along your body, as well as how cold it felt to have slung over his shoulder. It made him wonder again, seriously, what happened to you?

Ji-Woon took a step forward and reached a hand up to place on your chest. Your teary eyes tore open to look down at him below you. Though the pain from the hook in your shoulder was blinding, your clothed skin was practically singing from the Trickster’s warm hand against it. He saw the way your miserable expression relaxed as your eyes met his

“Why don’t you scream?” Ji-Woon asked

He heard you try to before, but it came out wheezy and broken

“I just can’t.” You whispered

The Trickster stroked you shirt even so slightly. Your breathing slowed at the action, finding comfort in it through your agony. The other man didn’t take his yellow eyes off you for a second. He hated how he could see the abused, troubled soul behind your pupils

The Trickster sighed, tucking his hands under your armpits and lifting you off the hook. You tried again to scream as it was ripped from your shoulder, but nothing came out. Ji-Woon held you in his arms, peering down at you longingly. He couldn’t believe he just did that, and neither could you

The Trickster sunk to the ground, with you on his lap. You threw you arms around his neck and leaned your head against him. Your bloodstained chest heaved for air as you laid along the other man. The Trickster kept a firm hold around you as well, studying your features. He scarily liked how you melted against him. You were a stuttering mess in his arms. You were just like putty

Ji-Woon couldn’t get you out of his head. He thought about you constantly since that one trial. He didn’t know what happened to you, but he knew that it wasn’t good. He seemed to of formed some kind of twisted obsession with you. He felt very protective, and it killed him to not know where you were as of now

When you met again in another trial, the Trickster was quick to run over to you. He called your name, and it felt so right. It was all he could hear in his head since you told him it, so to finally say it was so fulfilling

He wrapped his arms around you, spinning you in an embrace. Your handsome face lit up with joy at the feeling of being engulfed by him

“Ji-Woon!” You greeted

You didn’t expect this killer you had only met once to be so immediately affectionate with you on your second encounter. But you could’ve cared less. His warm touch was all you needed in this dark world

[atlas-affogato]

yall think the whole ‘being turned into inhuman creatures and being enslaved by an evil sorcerer who tortures us for our mistakes’ has a lot of angst potential?

because i do

[jb-nonsense]

Six Sentence Sunday

tagged by @swtorpadawan

Tagging @eorzeashan, @anchanted-one, @tiredassmage & anyone else

you want to know how Praz's Jedi dad met Praz's mom? Here's six sentences from a fic I'm working on when the mood strikes

The sudden hit from above and behind knocked him down and forward. He caught himself before he fell, not wanting the assailant to get the advantage. He quickly recovered, drawing his saber to block the blaster being fired at him. Before he could even look at the assailant, he was knocked onto his back and his lightsaber out of hand. He looked up at the attacker who had him pinned down and his eyes widened in shock.

A tiny. Female. Zabrak.

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Akayona Fanfiction - The Fade of Moonlight

CHAPTER 8: Chasing Thunder Clouds - Just published!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36181900/chapters/110345382 

Need to catch up? Here’s the link for Ch. 7 - A Fate Worse Than Death

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36181900/chapters/104071197

New to the fic? Here’s the link for Ch. 1 - Fear of Loss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36181900/chapters/90192250

Playlist:

"The Fade of Moonlight" - Spotify

Each song corresponds with a chapter number. I'll be adding more songs as I publish more chapters!

As always, I hope y’all enjoy it 💚

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I’m so happy I was able to complete this chapter before the end of the year!!! Life through me for a loop once again and I struggled with transitioning the two sections of this chapter. I think the way I ended up doing it was good and also may have filled in an accidental plot hole. What’s also great about this chapter is that it’s also a transition chapter. We have finally finished Act I of the fic and are moving into Act II. Yay!!! 

How many Acts are there? There’s only 3 Acts. How many chapters are in each Act? No one can guess, not even me lol. There were 8 chapters in the first Act and this whole fic was originally supposed to be 10 chapters long... However, that is the beauty of writing. You start with an idea and it just evolves and transforms into something you could have never imagined.

Thanks again for reading 🥰