#hopefully there is something delicious in there for everyone

[squadrah]

what do you think about this?

HOLY MOLY, that might just be a holy grail right there!

Thank you for showing it to me, I await developments...!

[connormoving]

okie now its my bedtime loves us all and ummm 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 why when i do 💚 is one of the sugested emojis oh now were pretending it wasnt... it was 🤔.. why are you questioning my love. very sad stuff

[itoshiexx]

when you're mad and use their full name

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

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ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die. 

really. 

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you.  just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t. 

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!” 

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good. 

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course. 

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy. 

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.” 

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed. 

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him? 

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name. 

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were. 

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual. 

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt. 

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.” 

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary. 

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word. 

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do. 

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face. 

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man. 

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge. 

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.” 

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you. 

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

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[saturnscafe]

͙˚ ༘✶Big Bad Wolf | Werewolf Boyfriend? (Female Reader)

Smut Below

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. It’s a little longer than I anticipated however I just adore it. I hope you all will enjoy it as well!

-🪐

He was known as the as the asshole of the college. Always picking fights and going after anyone who even dared breathe in his direction. He stood tall, muscular with scars that decorated his face and arms. His wolf ears standing at attention but not listening to anything that was around him. Everyone avoided him like the plague even you. However today had other plans.

You were sprinting down the hall, trying to get away from some asshole who couldn’t take no for an answer. When you ran face first into his broad chest. He was ready to say something to you until he saw the other man that trailed behind you. He grabbed you by the waist moving you to behind him before locking eyes with the other guy.

“Get lost” he said in annoyance. The other guys eyes looked over at you then back at him. Was he really willing to pick this fight?

“Dude Kyzer relax, just- just let me get my girl and we can forget any of this happened” the man said trying to grab for you.

Before you knew it he had the guys arm twisting it. “I said.” He growled. “Get lost”. His grip on his arm tightened nails digging in before pushing him away. The other man admitted defeat walking back with his tail between his legs.

Kyzer looked at you glaring down at your shaken body. “You good?” He asks surprising you even more. You don’t respond though, mind still in flight mode. He placed his hand under your chin lifting it up to look at him “hello? Are you good?” He said sternly.

You quickly nod snapping back to reality “yeah- yeah I’m good, sorry. Uhm- thank you.” You rambled out. You swear you saw a smile creep on his face but it was quickly gone.

He cleared his throat “if he tries anything again uhm?” He said hinting at you to tell him your name.

“Oh, uhm y/n” you said.

“If he tries anything again y/n, you come to me yeah? I’ll put his ass in the ground” he said with a twisted grin before walking off.

What was that? Was he actually nice? Or did you just catch him on a good day? No matter you went about your day. Going home and studying before getting the idea to bake him something to say thank you. Maybe he wasn’t so bad? Maybe this could be a way to get him to open up? But why did you want that? You scratched your brain, shit- did you like him? No, no that’s crazy. You still baked him something treats to take to him, hopefully he liked cookies.

The next day, you found him in his usual spot. Sitting at the tree while he ate his lunch. He looked peaceful as he ate, listing to some music and flipping through a book. You were so nervous to approach him but you did. Tapping him on the shoulder he turned his head quick. Ready to scream at whoever dared to disturb his peace. Until he noticed it was you, he tilted his head a bit like a puppy.

“Sorry for bothering you- I- uhm- made you these. As a thank you” you said sheepishly handing him the small container of cookies. He blinked, processing what you just said. No one’s ever really shown him much kindness. Even for doing something good like he had for you. So to say he was taken aback was an understatement.

“You made these for me?” He asked repeating your words.

You nod smiling at him shyly. “Yeah, if it wasn’t for you I- I don’t know what would have happened” you admit.

He felt his cold heart warm, pounding so loud he thought you could hear it. He looked over your face trying to read you. Fuck were you this cute yesterday? “Thank you” he said taking the container. He opened it right away the smell of the cookies making him sigh happily. “They smell delicious” he said smiling down at them.

He’s smiling? He’s smiling! Your heart skipped a beat seeing his pretty smile. Those sharp pearly whites of his made your body warm. Your face must have been red cause he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re cute” he said. It slipping past his lips before he could even stop himself. The compliment only making your face turn more red.

“I- uhm- thank you” you said feeling like you could puke at any second from the butterflies. “You’re not so bad yourself” you said with a smile.

His face started turning red, before he quickly turned away. “You uhm- you like movies?” He asked feeling stupid at his question. When you nodded his words came out fast “you wanna watch a movie later?” Fuck why’d he say that, his place was a wreck.

“Sure!” You said smiling like a dummy. “I just got a new system, we could watch it at my place?” You said.

“Cool, cool. What’s your number? So uhm- I can get your address” he said trying to play it cool. After exchanging numbers your alarm for your next class goes off making you jump. “I’m guessing no horror movies if you jump that bad from a phone” he teased.

You rolled your eyes “I’m gonna be late, I’ll text you my address. 7 sound alright?” You ask.

“Perfect” he said.

And you were off, sprinting to your next class.

His mind twirled with the thought of you. Fuck what did he get himself into? He doesn’t talk to many people nor has he ever had an actual relationship let alone a date. Sure he’s had his share of hook ups but that’s about as deep as it went. What the hell was he gonna do?

When the time came he stood outside your door taking a deep breath before knocking. When you answered his heart raced, here you were in sweats and a hoodie. How the hell did you look so good? When he walked in the smell of you overflowed him almost making him dizzy. You guided him into the living room where you had a bunch of blankets on your pool out. You were gonna be on a pull out bed. A bed. The two of you. His cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought of it.

“I’m sorry my place is a bit of a mess, but I got the couch all cozy. Oh and I have a bunch of snacks if you’re hungry” you said with a shy smile. He nodded following you to the pull out, when he sat down the scent of you was even stronger. Probably from all the covers you gathered from your bed. “Wanna watch a horror movie?” You asked flickering through the movies on the tv.

“Sounds goo- wait” he said looking at the screen. “You like that show?” He asked seeing a show you were watching earlier. It being one of your favorites.

“Uh yeah! It’s like one of my favorites I’m rewatching it since the new seasons gonna be coming out” you said smiling.

“No way! It’s one of my favorites, I’m super excited for the new season! I even have a poster of it in my room!” He rambled. It was cute seeing him all excited over something he liked. Seeing his cute smile light up.

“Maybe when the new season comes out we can have a watch party? I’ll make us some dinner and we can binge watch it” you said.

“Sounds perfect” he said back. It felt nice being able to talk to someone. To have something in common with you too.

You both decided on a movie, getting all covered up as it started. He was nervous to move closer to you but you were feeling a bit bold so you Scooted closer. Your shoulder touching now bodies close to one another. The scent of you driving him crazy more so now that he could feel your warmth. He moved his arm, to finally wrap around you “uhm- is this ok?” He said softly.

You nodded “aren’t horror movies the best ones to cuddle up too?” You said laying your head on him.

“Is that why you picked it” he said back in a teasing tone.

“Maybe”

“In that case why don’t we lay down in cuddle hmm? I mean we got this whole bed in all” he said with a smirk.

He was surprised that you instantly moved letting him lay behind you so you could both could watch the movie properly. He took his spot behind you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body as close as he possibly could. His hand rested on your waist holding you tightly. His mind swirled with your scent god how was this happening to him?

A few minutes passed as you focused on the movie. Being painfully aware of the man behind you as he pressed himself against you. You could feel his girth cock pressing against your ass and you couldn’t help yourself. Grinding back against him, he let out a groan barely audible if it weren’t for him being so close. The sound of him turning you on way more than you thought it would. He didn’t stop you though, letting you rut yourself against him. Finally getting some friction.

His hand that was resting on your waist squeezed at every movement. You could hear faint ‘fucks’ coming from him only driving the want higher. The movement of you paired with the sweet smell of your dripping cunt was becoming too much for him. His hands hooked your at your pants “can I take these off?” He said softly.

You nodded letting him rid you of your sweats and your panties. He pushed his pants down after taking yours off. His big cock springing free finally. You could finally feel how big he truly was, fuck did you want him. His hands glided down your body moving your leg over his. His long fingers pressed against your needy nub making you whimper. His face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he licked up it.

His fingers lazy played with your clit before roaming further down. He couldn’t believe how wet you were, how wet you were for him. His fingers finally pushed into your dripping core curling ever so nicely. His movements were just as lazy, his thumb pressing against your clit once more. His mouth watered at the smell of you. He needed to taste you, and he needed to do it right now. With no warning he pulled himself from you quickly moving his body down yours.

He dived into your cunt, tongue quickly pushing into your folds. The moan you let out made his cock twitch. It was already leaking like a faucet ready to be buried inside you. “Fuck you taste even better than those cookies you made me” he said. His hands hooked around your legs pulling you closer to him as he ate you out like a starved animal. His tongue pushed deep inside you twirling around your tight walls. Your hands gripped at anything before gripping at his hair. You tugged on it softly making him groan “pull- ah- harder” he said. Of course you listened, tugging on his hair harshly pushing him somehow deeper into your cunt.

He felt like he was in heaven, fuck this must be heaven. Your cunt clenched around his tongue, knowing you were close he moved his hand to toy with your clit yet again. It didn’t take long after that for you to cum. Your body arched off the bed moans getting trapped in your throat only breathes making it past. He lapped up any of your sweet honey that dared to escape. Licking you clean before moving upwards to you. He kissed you messily. His cock head poking at your entrance.

Without any thoughts you moved yourself down letting his thick cock push into you. The stretch wasn’t bad, in fact the slight pain felt good. “Sh-shit” he moaned against your lips.

“Please- move” you whined out bucking your hips into him. His eyes met yours and what a sight to see. Your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed red. Fuck did you look so good. He blinked a second before everything sunk in. Your warm walls squeezing him so tightly. He started to move slowly before picking up speed.

His hands moved down pushing your shirt up. You quickly helped taking it off as he took his off too. He was delighted to see you didn’t even have a bra on either. His hands roamed your plush body, pinching at your perky nipples. He was quickly losing himself in you. His movements were becoming faster as his high was reaching near. “God you feel so fucking good, was this your plan all along huh? Get the big bad wolf all alone in your house to fuck you like a wild animal?” He teased.

“You- ah- you started it. You’re the one that was pressing there big dumb cock against me” you retorted.

“Can’t- can’t help it when you smell so good” he said back.

His movements were slowing down a bit making you whine. “Getting tired already? Need- ah need me to ride you?” You said with a grin. You felt his cock twitch at your words oh he definitely liked that idea. He wrapped his arms around you before lying flat on his back. Your legs straddled him the new position making him feel even deeper. His hands laid on your thighs those sharp nails digging into the soft skin.

As much as he wanted to show you how much of a big bad wolf he was he couldn’t help it. You were just too much for him, he was like some puppy dog that you had wrapped around your finger. When you finally got your feet in a proper spot you started moving. Bouncing up and down on his stupidly big cock. His knot forming as if his against your entrance. He watched as your tits bounced with every movement. His long tongue hung out of his mouth drool pooling with it.

“Fuck- just like that- ah” he moaned out. “Gonna let me knot you? Fuck please let me- need- need to breed you- ah- ah” he was such a mess under you. Your legs shook at the sight of him at his words. An orgasm washed over you without warning. Your body felt almost limp as it laid on top of him.

“I’m yours-“ you said in almost a whisper against his chest but he heard it. Oh boy did he hear it loud and clear. His hands gripped at your ass, fucking up into you with force.

“You’re mine? All mine?” He growled. “Good- all mine to- ah fuck- to breed- to claim- mine- mine” he kept repeating. Your hands that laid on his chest stared to dig in it his toned muscle. The slight pain Only driving him to fuck you harder. “Gonna take it all yeah? Gonna take everything I can give you- you’re mine. Mine.” He said.

“Yours. All yours.” You said softly against him. When those words finally left your lips that was it. He pushed up into you with one final thrust, his knot pushing past your entrance. The feeling alone bringing on another strong orgasm as you felt his balls empty inside you. His head that was nuzzled into your neck moved as he sunk his teeth deep into you. The pain the pleasure the everything of the situation had your mind floating. Your body shook harshly as you felt yourself squirting all over his cock and yourselves.

He let out a low growl holding your body tightly to him. He held you against him as you both came down from the intense orgasms. “You did so well” he almost purred into your ear.

A few minutes of silence mixed with heavy breathing filed the air before he spoke once more. “You really meant it right? That you’re all mine?” He asked sheepishly, afraid you’d take it back.

“I meant every word of it.” You said smiling. You kissed his cheek softly holding tightly to him.

You might have only known him as the asshole of the college but now. You were seeing him for who he truly was. He would let everyone believe he was still this big bad wolf that didn’t take anything from anyone. However when it came to you he was just a sweet overgrown puppy that would do anything for you.

[em1i2a3]

hear me out- void x reader- reader is depresso, and finds comfort in being held by void, bc maybe void’s darkness feels like home

If I Believe You

Pairing: The Void/Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader

Summary: The Void gets called by you, and he gets caught up in an odd situation.

Warnings: Mentioning of Depression/Loneliness, I think this would be considered Hurt/Comfort

Author’s Note: I enjoy writing a soft version of The Void lol, or a Void that’s like shocked that someone actually wants him to be present 🤣. Thank you for the request anon! Very fun to write this one between the larger write up I’m working on :) Hopefully it meets what you’re lookin for

Word Count: 3,228

The Void came that night because you called him.

Not with words, not with spells, not with summoning circles etched in blood and candles, but with grief.

With silence so loud it cracked against the walls of your mind and your body. With the kind of stillness that spoke not of peace–but of surrender.

He didn’t mean to stay, nor did he even mean to appear. But your loneliness and sadness reached farther than any scream ever could, so he showed up–against his own will in a way–to feed off of it.

The shadows arrived first. Not crawling or creeping. Just appearing–thicker than absence, and heavier than night. They swallowed the corners of your bedroom, devoured the edges of the moonlight bleeding through your sheer curtains. The walls didn’t move, but the room felt like it was tilting on its axis. It was subtle, like the center of gravity had shifted to something ancient and watching. Then suddenly, he was there.

A god-shaped wound in the fabric of reality. Vast, silent, and unknowable.

He was a figure made of vantablack shadow and negative space–so dark the eye refused to process him fully. His limbs were like smoke, and his body was without boundary. The only visible markers were his eyes–white, glowing, and unblinking–and the smile. Thin, and fixed, with a discomforting calmness.

He waited for you to scream, or for your breath to catch. For your legs to scramble beneath the sheets so you could cower away from him against your headboard, for your voice to break on his name–because like everyone in the tower…You knew it already.

You didn���t do any of that though. You didn’t even look at him right away. You just laid in your bed, on your side, curled in the same position you’d been in for hours–knees drawn up, one arm draped limply over your stomach, fingers slack. The blankets were tangled and halfway off the bed, bunched at your ankles like you had tried to kick them off earlier and didn’t attempt to fix them. One sock was missing. Your shirt was wrinkled and clinging in places, damp with sweat. Your hair was a mess–not the kind that came from sleep, but the kind that came from not caring to fix it.

Then there was your room. It wasn’t trashed or anything, but it looked quietly undone.

There were clothes half-folded on a chair in the corner, that had gone untouched for days. A glass of water on the nightstand beside your bed, that had a fine shimmer of dust that caught in the ambient light from the hallway beneath the door, and there were books that had fallen over, that hadn’t been picked up.

The air smelled faintly of mint and tangerines–coming from your air freshener wall plug of course, or an open candle.

The worst part of all though was that you knew he was there, and you didn’t react at all. You didn’t stiffen from the cold that he brought into the room, your breath didn’t catch or quicken from shock, there was just nothingness. Like you had no energy left to give, or like you had been waiting for him to come.

His white eyes narrowed slightly at you.

The Void had arrived expecting some sort of resistance. The subtle thrill of being feared at the very least. The delicious tension that came when a human stood on the edge of panic, unsure if the shadow at the foot of their bed was real or imagined.

But this wasn’t fear that you were showing, this was familiarity.

You didn’t look at him until he moved–just a fraction, a shift of mass, a slight tilt of the head, like a question unspoken. Your eyes lifted slowly, no shock, no wide-eyed terror. Just two dull orbs in the hollow of your face, rimmed red and dry. Not from crying, but from not crying, from wanting to and finding nothing left in the wells of your eyes.

Your lips parted.

”I was wondering if you’d come.” The Void stilled. His smile didn’t change–how could it? It was carved into the shape of him like the slash of a crescent moon in a sky without stars. But something beneath that eternal grin shifted, it was a twitch behind the silence, a hitch in the interaction. He had not come to be seen. But now your gaze was on him, steady and tired and so impossibly calm. Like you weren’t registering the terror you were supposed to be feeling in those moments. Like you had already made peace with the idea of him before he even appeared in your room.

“…You wanted me to?” His voice was low–lower than sound itself. It vibrated through the floorboards, through the air in your lungs…Like something was whispering from under the bed of the world. The corners of your lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“I didn’t know what I wanted…” You murmured, voice thin, “I just didn’t want to be alone anymore.” The Void was quiet, which was not like him. He was a presence, a force. Even in stillness he was usually oppressive, thick like smoke you couldn’t cough out. But now, the air around him had a strange pause to it. Like the very space around him didn’t know what to do with this moment.

“You didn’t call for help,” He said finally, “You haven’t asked to be saved.” Your eyes stayed on his, as if you were hypnotized.

”Even if I did…Nobody would come.” A silence bloomed between you, but it wasn’t awkward, nor expectant. It was just truthful. The Void hovered forward slowly.

His movement was so fluid it didn’t register as motion at first–he didn’t walk. He simply was closer now. At the edge of your bed, looking down at you with those white, glowing eyes that saw everything. That usually made people realize the horrors that were to come, but once again you only looked back at him, unblinking, frozen in your spot. No cowering, no screaming, no pleading.

”You don’t fear me,” He stated, more to himself than to you. You huffed softly–just a breath of air, but in the quiet of the room, it was a song.

”I think I’m past the point of being afraid,” You replied, “If anything…You’re kind of a relief.”

The Void knew what to do with fear, even with violence. He had tasted it in many forms: the fears that plagued children when they went to sleep, the whispered horror of the people who he had sent off to shame rooms, the cold-blooded terror in gods who realized he could unmake them with just a mere thought.

But to hear you say that he brought relief to you–comfort even–wasn’t right.

“I don’t think you understand,” He said, and his voice wasn’t sharp–but it was colder. Firmer. Like he was reminding you, and reminding himself of what he was, “I am not peace, and I am not hope.” You could feel a small chill curl up your spine, as your teeth chattered at the temperature dropping inside the room.

“May I remind you I turned New York into a mirror. Made every last person vanish into the hollows of their own shame. Remember? I swallowed them whole in rooms made of their failures?” You nodded slowly.

”I know.”

”I drove madness into the minds of people who begged for the images to stop.” He added.

”I know.” You whispered. That halted him again. His head tilted, ever so slightly. Not confused, not angry–just…Studying you. The way someone might tilt their head at an eclipse, unsure if they should be staring directly into it.

He expected fear to bloom now, at least. Maybe awe. Maybe a long-overdue tremble in your voice.

Instead, you gave him something worse.

Something heavier.

You shook your head slowly and said:

“Evidently, you don’t realize what I’ve been going through…If I’m taking comfort in you being around.” The shadows ceased their lazy, swaying bleed across the floorboards, and the hum of the world itself seemed to pause and take one breathless step back. His eyes narrowed–not to threaten, and not in malice, but in genuine concern. And you somehow saw it. For the first time in the conversation, you watched him hesitate.

”You shouldn’t say that,” He spoke quietly, not because he was offended, but because he was unsure what the words meant coming out of your mouth.

“Why not?”

”Because that means something is wrong…Deeply wrong.” He replied, moving even closer, hyper aware that he needed to be careful with you. Like the proximity itself might crack you if he approached wrong, and then he crouched right at the side of your bed, so he was eye to eye with you.

For the first time tonight, you could really see him. Not just as a shape in the dark, or the looming silhouette at the end of your bed–but up close, just a foot away from you. From here the edges of his body weren’t just smoke. They weren’t shapeless. They were alive with something.

The closer he came, the more the blackness rippling over him seemed to hum with a strange, shifting texture–like a starless night sky pulled into motion. Not glossy. Not shiny. But deep. Endless. And there, just behind the absolute black of his form, you saw the faint specks. Pinpricks of light, shifting as if in slow orbit. Galaxies. Entire worlds, whole star systems dying and rebirthing in the folds of his form, hidden in the ripples of shadow.

He was the universe, inverted.

And somehow, even like this, even faced with that terrifying, holy unknowability–you didn’t pull back. You didn’t flinch from the abyss swirling in front of you, from the quiet roar behind his form, from the weightless pressure that made your ears pop and your eyes blur the longer you stared into him.

Then you reached out, with slow purposeful intensity.

Your fingers trembled, but not from fear. Just from the fatigue that wrapped around your limbs like lead wire. The cold around him thickened as your hand breached the last inches between you, but you didn’t stop. Not even when frost bloomed faintly against your wrist like a warning.

His eyes followed your movement–those perfect, glowing voids of white that should have been watching prey.

But instead, they watched you gently.

And when your hand met his cheek–if it could be called that–it was like touching gravity itself.

The surface of him wasn’t skin. It wasn’t smoke. It was something else. Silken, but heavy. Cold, but not lifeless. And beneath your touch, it rippled–like black water beneath a still surface, moving with things too vast and old to name. A soft pulse, like solar winds shifting under your palm.

He didn’t move, he didn’t even breathe.

Because something in him broke open the moment you touched him like you knew him. Your thumb drifted across what might've been the edge of his jaw, letting out a shakily breath.

“You feel like the quiet between stars.” He stared at you, not because he was stunned by the poetic nature of your words–but because you meant it. Because you touched him not with worship, not with fear, but with a familiarity that said ‘I want you here, stay here with me.’ And then it happened.

The moment he saw you back.

Really saw.

Because your touch wasn’t just physical. It reached into him–through that strange tether that had pulled him to you in the first place, that awful ache in the cosmos that rang louder than a scream–and he followed it backward.

And what he found–

What he found made the galaxies in his form slow their drift.

He saw the inside of your silence.

He felt the rooms inside your mind–long, echoing hallways of disappointment, of guilt layered so deep it had calcified over your ribs. He felt the frayed cords of old friendships, stretched to the point of snapping and left to rot, still clutched in your hands like you were waiting for someone to notice. He saw the way you stood behind your teammates, always behind, always out of frame–because you didn’t think you deserved to be seen.

He saw the hunger in you.

Not for food. Not for power.

For stillness. For someone to simply be with you, without asking you to fix yourself first.

And he realized–

You had been holding yourself together with nothing but quiet for so long, you mistook his silence for kindness.

The Void felt something twist in his chest. Not pain. Not exactly.

But something like mourning.

For you. For how much of you had been slowly disappearing without anyone noticing.

Your palm was still pressed to his cheek, eyes soft, half-lidded with exhaustion. You were so close now, your breath fogged faintly in the cold between you, and yet you didn’t stop. You didn’t look away. You didn’t demand anything of him. You just let him be there.

“I’m tired,” You whispered. “And I don’t want to keep pretending that I’m not.”

He lowered his head. Not out of shame.

But something worse.

A slow acknowledgment of your truth. He could feel the fractures in you. The fractures that mirrored his own. And for the first time in his existence, the great devourer of worlds, The Void, realized something terrifying:

He didn’t want to take anything from you. Not your thoughts, not your fear, not your final breath.

Not this time.

Because for the first time in the eternity that was his existence, he understood. Not through logic, or through curiosity, but through the cold and shivering truth of what your touch had laid bare:

You were not calling him to end your world.

You had called him because no one else would come.

And now he was here.

The silence between you deepened, but it wasn’t suffocating. It wasn’t dangerous. It was heavy—like blankets in winter, like the weight of someone finally sitting beside you after a long day of holding it all together. The air didn’t bite the same way it had before. It was still cold—he was still cold—but his presence no longer felt like an invading force.

It felt like a cloak.

A shield.

And then his voice–so impossibly low it didn’t vibrate in your ears, but in your chest–broke through the space between you.

“What do you want me to do?” Your eyes widened a bit, not because the question surprised you, but because of the way he asked it. Not like a being of power. Not like a god offering a favor. He asked it gently, with quiet uncertainty.

Like he didn’t know what you needed.

Your hand was still on his cheek. Your thumb had stopped moving. But neither of you broke the contact. You didn’t need to.

You looked at him–into those impossible white eyes ringed in nothing–and answered, barely above a breath:

“Can you just hold me?” He didn’t answer right away. He didn’t nod, or disappear. He simply looked at you for a long moment.

And then, softly–like dusk agreeing to fall–

“…Okay.” He whispered, slowly shifting in his spot. It wasn’t abrupt, but it also didn’t have the same uncanny fluidity that usually accompanied his movements. This time, there was hesitation. Like he was unsure of how to do this. Like he was afraid he might hurt you by accident–not with his strength, but with the sheer weight of what he was.

He rose to his full height beside your bed, unfolding upward like a stormcloud stretching into shape. Shadows curled off of him and slithered across the mattress, but they weren’t malicious. They moved like fabric. Like velvet.

You stayed still, keeping your eyes glued to him, watching as he–the unfathomable, starless wound in reality–climbed into your bed. He didn’t sink into it, because he didn’t truly have the weight for that, but the space beside you changed the moment he laid down. The air felt thinner, heavier. Like the pressure of the cosmos had narrowed its gaze to your bedroom walls and was watching itself breathe.

He faced you, his body still wrapped in that impossibly dark shimmer. And for a moment… he didn’t touch you.

He stayed just inches away. Close enough to feel the breath fog between you. Close enough to see the fatigue swimming in your eyes. But he didn’t reach–not until you curled slightly into yourself, just a little tighter, as if the night was too wide around your skin.

Then he moved his arm. The shape of it blurred at the edges, trailing starlight and hush, letting it hover over your hip for a moment. It lingered there before slowly lowering it onto you.

His arm wrapped around your body, bracketing you, shielding you. His cool presence seeped in where warmth would normally exist, but you didn’t pull away. If anything, you exhaled, soft and shaky, as if your lungs had been waiting for this. For the permission to let go. His fingers curled gently along your side, and your body followed, shifting into him, until your cheek rested against his chest, where no heartbeat lived, and until your knees brushed against his thigh. He slipped his other arm beneath your neck, and curled it around you, making sure you were surrounded by him.

The shadows rose with him–pulling the twisted blankets up, and tucking them gently around your bodies with inhuman grace. It didn’t warm you, but it made you feel enmeshed with his body and the darkness.

It was awkward at first. Not because he was unfamiliar with contact. But because he’d never given it without intention to devour. To unravel.

But this was different, because it was you.

A small thing. A hurting thing. A precious thing. And suddenly, without warning, he found himself afraid–not of what you were. But of what he might become, if he stayed like this too long.

You murmured something then.

So quiet, it might’ve been a thought.

“…Thank you.”

And he–The Void–felt something like starlight fracture inside his ribless chest.

He didn’t answer.

But the hand at your back began to move. Slowly. Up and down. A soft, gliding motion, like waves lapping against the shore. Like gravity pulling at your spine, reminding you that you could let go now.

Your body went limp.

Not from defeat.

From safety.

Your breathing slowed. Deepening with every inhale and exhale.

Your hands clutched faintly at his chest–at the only thing in the world that wasn’t asking you to be strong.

He listened to the sound of you falling asleep in his arms.

And for the first time in the long history of his existence, he didn’t want morning to come.

[jyoongim]

THE WAY U WRITE THE OLD RED DEMON MAN IS JUST SO NEKEKDKEOWB

Might I just add onto the seemingly continuous alastor requests. I'd love to see Alastor x Reader where reader is in heat and Al finds it pathetic but takes pity on them and helps anyway bc like poor thing can't even get their own instincts in control they're obviously hopeless

warnings: 18+!!!NSFW

You thought when you died you would be rid of hormones.

Periods were a pain while living, but this is was worst.

When you were alive, your periods plagued you with mood swings, random cravings, and pain.

Now that you were dead, you didn’t experience the dreadful red flood and raging mood swings; no. Now all you felt was unbelievably horny and needy.

And you hated it.

You usually carried yourself with confidence and elegance.

You usually liked to help around the hotel and were generally friendly with everyone.

You grimaced as you woke up to feel just how drenched your panties were. I really need to stock up on new underwear you thought as you tossed the ruined panties into the hamper.

You usually spent your heats alone and could hide in a hole until you felt normal again. You usually could control yourself well enough til you had enough free time to ease the tension between your legs.

Or until you found a poor sinner.

Weeeeellll that was hard when you lived in a hotel with a ton of shit to do. You really didn’t want to hear Angel’s jabs as you dragged some unfortunate soul to endear your sex rage.

You sighed, hopefully you could get through the next few days without embarrassing yourself completely.

So far so good you thought as you went about your day doing whatever activity Charlie had you do with the group.

Every touch and scent didn’t send your cunt into a tingling frenzy; yes you had to change your panties a few times but nothing crazy.

That was until you were around Alastor.

Your body practically buzzed whenever the tall red demon was in your vicinity.

You first chalked it up to that it was because you did found him attractive and simply thought it would go away.

But your cunt begged a differ.

You squirmed a bit on the couch as Alastor took a seat beside you, clenching your thighs to ease the uncomfortable throbbing.

It didn’t help that he smelled amazing.

Alastor smelled like evergreens how y’all ever smelled Christmas pine??? That shit is delicious!!!!

And you didn’t realized you had took a deep inhale of him until he turned to you

”Is everything alright my dear?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

fuck how were you going to tell him you wanted to bury your nose into his neck and just SNIFF? 

“O-oh I’m f-fine…i-its just you smelled nice?” You wanted to facepalm.

He blinked at you before letting out a laugh “OOooh why thank you my dear” that shit eating grin widened, voice dropping a slight octave“I must smell very enticing if you’re sniffing at me” his eyes narrowed slightly.

A shiver ran through your body and you swear you were leaking through onto the couch. You wanted to die of embarrassment.

“I-I just never noticed before that’s all” You said shrugging, trying to ignore the fact that his very voice was affecting you.

Charlie had ended whatever the hell you were doing and you quickly made your way to your room, causing some confusion.

You were usually a social butterfly with the gang. You never not chat away with Angel as he told the wild shit he did on set.

“Has got to be that time of the month” Angel commented as you almost sprinted out the room. Charlie and Vaggie gave confused looks ”what?” He sighed “You know…” nope not a clue.

”She was a human remember? Every so often her pussy basically shreds itself to bits”

Charlie gasped “So she’s hurt? Shouldn’t we do something?” Angel laughed,shaking his head “Nah we can’t help. But she'll be fine. Just give her a few days and she'll be normal again”

Alastor was in the background listening, the smile on his face sharpened, you weren’t hurt or bleeding, but there was definitely something that could be done.

You snarled as your vibrator died and tossed it. You groaned as your clit continued to throb. You had thought four orgasms would have did the trick but nope you still had the irritating itch.

You didn’t own a dildo because it was pointless.

it wasn’t the real thing.

You wanted to cry. This was your first heat while you’ve been at the hotel and you didn’t just want to drag a stranger here.

You had more control than that.

At least that’s what you thought.

You had locked yourself in your room as you tore your room to bits. The walls were shredded, pillows and sheets drenched in slick and your poor toy was in pieces.

Panting, you curled in a corner and tugged at your hair, squeezing your eyes tight as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You hated this.

 You hated how it felt like you didn’t even feel like yourself. 

Hated that you couldn’t even control your own damn bodily function.

Hated how your body desperately wanted to be filled.

You would give anything to make this horrid feat of yours go away.

“I would have never thought to see you in such a state my dear”

You froze at the voice and jerked your head to the source.

Alastor.

He was standing at the entrance of your bedroom, a smirk on his face as he took in the state of your room.

”I must say, it. Is rather entertaining to see your lack of control” he said as he approached your curled form.

He crouched down, feigning a concerned look before a clawed hand seized your hair and wrenched your face til your noses were bumping against each other.

”did you think I couldn’t smell you?” He growled “You smell just like a bitch in heat”

You whimpered as his lips ghosted over yours “I-I’m sorry”

His scent was surrounding you. It was a drug. Assaulting your every nerve with each breath you took.

He smelled so good 

please

”Please” you whispered as your cunt buzzed, tingling from his clos proximity and in hopes he would have mercy on you.

Alastor sucked his teeth at you. What a pitiful thing you were…

With a deep breathe, he stood and walked over to your ruined bed and sat. You watched as he sat his mic down and removed his coat. Yanking at his tie, he unbuttoned his shirt and looked over at you with narrowed eyes “Well? Do you want to continue to ruin your furnishings or do you wish to satisfy that brazen desire of yours?”

He widened his legs and your eyes honed in on how he unbuckled his pants.

Your throat tightened and you found yourself crawling over to him, no regard that you were naked.

Kneeling between his legs, your hands soothed up his thighs as your rubbed your head against his crotch.

Alastor lifted your chin for your eyes to meet his. Your eyes were blown out and you winced as his grip tightened.

”I pity you my dear, reduced to wanton whore, but don’t fret…Ill help you through your heat” a thumb ran over your pouty lip.

Your cunt clenched around nothing at his words.

You damn near drooled as he adjusted himself to pull his cock free from its restraints.

It was big, in both length and girth. It slapped against your face, causing you to hum at the weight of it.

You nuzzled it, nose gliding along his length before softly pressing kissed along it. When you came to his mushroom tip, you didn’t hesitate to suck at it. Alastor sighed as you gave the head of his cock kitten licks.

Head clouded with desire, you slowly bobbed your head along his length, taking him whole as you gagged once you reached the hilt.

You eased him out your throat and with a sickening pop, you admired as his spit-covered cock shined. You opted to jerk him off slowly as you buried your nose in his ball, inhaling his scent.

Alastor’s hand found your hair and guided you away from his cock, bringing you to climb up his body, until your smoldering heat was rubbing against his cock as he pressed kisses to your shoulder and neck. A gasp tore from your throat as he nipped at your jaw.

”On fours my dear”

Clumsily, you scrambled to follow his instruction. You must not have been to his liking because he pressed your head til your cheek was flat to the bed, back in a deep low arch, thighs pressed to your stomach and spreaded wide with your ass and cunt exposed to the air. 

You would have blushed in embarrassment if you weren’t so turned on.

A hand glided down your back, causing you to shiver and then jolt as a harsh slap was planted on your ass, before it soothed over the burning cheek.

Alastor kneaded your ass before sliding his fingers down to your cunt.

Your slit was swollen and your clit, puffy with need. 

You were dripping.

He dipped a finger inside you, testing how wet you were.

Soppy. 

He added a second, your cunt greedily welcomed his fingers with ease, giving into resistance.

He chuckled “What a greedy cunt, sucking in my fingers like a cock”

You whined when he took his fingers out, already missing the feel of something inside you.

Alastor took his cock and rubbed it against your cunt, coating himself in your slick.

”I am going to fuck you to your little sinful heart desires and you are going to be grateful of everything I give you. You are going to take every bit of my cum until it spills from this cunt and then again and again until I have bred you so thoroughly. Do you understand slut?”

You were breathing heavily, trembling in excitement.

With a single, sharp thrust he filled your cunt, earning a soft cry from you.

”Do you understand?”he hissed through clenched teeth.

”Y-Yes A-Alastor”. you whimpered, eyes clenched shut in pleasure.

”Good girl”

He drew back and thrusted into you again

And again

And again

He had set a slow, but rough pace. Thrusting his cock deep into the soft warmth of your cunt with each drag.

Soft moans filled the air as he buried his cock inside you.

It felt so good. 

He reached depths your finger couldn’t quite reach.

And it was amazing.

”A-Ala-stor Aah! Aaah! Hah!” You pushed your hips against his, mewling loudly as he grinned his cock into you.

”Youre pathetic ” He laughed, eyes watching his cock disappeared inside you, giving you a hard thrust at his words.

”Nothing but pathetic slut who can’t control their own body”

His grip on your hips pulled you flushed against him, making you take him til his balls was nestled against your slit.

”You probably would have spreaded your legs for any poor sinner, just wanting to be fucked dumb” Your body rippled as his thrusts got harder.

Your cunt only got wetter.

He noticed as he seemed to sink even deeper into you, as if your cunt loosened to welcome him

”oh? I bet you would have liked that wouldn’t you? So out of sorts with need that you would have just anyone bred this cunt”

He growled at the squelching noises from your cunt, you shook your head in denial.

No. No you wouldn’t haven’t done something like that.

”N-no I-I wouldn’t-” You cried out as his finger ghosted over your swollen clit.

”You would have been happy to bend over and offer your cunt to anyone, as long as you had a cock fill you” Alastor continued before a cruel, deep laugh erupted from him

”But instead you sought me out. I had no intention in satisfying you, but what a gentleman would i had been if I ignored a lady in need?” You felt him lean over, hips never missing a beat as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

”Oooh how fortunate you are my dear”

You were suddenly flipped onto your back. Hair sprawled around you like a halo, your chest heaving as he pushed your knees to your chin. 

Your lidded eyes watching as he slide his cock between your pussy lips, bumping your clit. He grabbed your wrists, using them as leverage as he thrusted back into you, the new angle making your throw your head back with a broken cry

”FuuuuuUccckk Ah Ah AH!” His hips dug into the underside of your ass as he pounded your cunt.

Alastor hadn’t lost composure the entire time he fucked you.

He watched as you fell apart, your hips wiggling to accommodate to his harsh administrations.

Your cunt took him so good. A white, creamy ring formed at his base as he scraped against that sponges nerve inside you.

You welcomed him gratefully. Letting him wrench pleasurable sounds from your pretty lips.

Pushing your raised legs apart, he lowered his weight on you as he slammed his lips on yours, swallowing your moans. Your tongues danced as he rocked into your body.

The sounds of him ruining your cunt pushed him to fulfill your primal desire.

You felt that familiar blaze of heat take over your body as Alastor fucked short rapid thrusts into you.

Every brush of his abdomen against your clit had your cunt going haywire.

You were going to cum.

Alastor was going to make you cum.

You moaned at the thought

You were gonna cum on his cock

And he was gonna breed you

Breed your soppy cunt

and you were going to let him

”please….” You whined into his mouth

Fuck the very thought had your body buzzing.

”please what?” he purred

Your head was reeling, foggy with the need to be filled.

A hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing

“What are you begging me for slut? Hmm?” His strokes were hitting harder and deeper.

”You want me to breed your cunt? You want to me to fill you up so good that all you’ll ever think is how my cum belongs inside you? What do the little slut want?”

Yes you wanted all of it.

You wanted him to fuck you so good, you wouldn’t even think of wanting another cock from his.

You wanted him to fill your cunt to the brim and then fuck it back inside.

You wanted him to breed you like the little slut you were.

To breed you til he had his fill.

Your instincts had practically took over, fuck sanity.

”Mhmm! I want it. I want you to Ah! I want you to fill me with your cum! Please please breed me Alastor” You whined, feeling your belly clench as your orgasm hung over you, promising sweet relief.

The hand around your throat, tightened causing you to gasp as he spoke into your ear, voice deep and purring

”Youre gonna make yourself cum on my cock slut”

your hand flew to your clit to flick fast circles on the bud.

Alastor’s thrusts quickened, growls pouring from his lips

”Who’s a filthy little slut?”

”M-Me”

”Whos a pathetic slut that’s gonna take my cum?”

”Me!”

”Fucking slut gonna let be breed her dumb”

A sob tore from you as your orgasm washed over you, he fucked you as you milked him, hips angled to thrusts so deep you’re sure your cunt had molded into the shape of his cock

”hah hah aaah fuuucckk fuck fuck Al-Alastor!”

You saw white as your mouth opened in a silent scream only for him to swallow the whine in your throat.

”That’s it you pathetic slut take it. Take my cum. That’s a good girl. Let me breed this sweet cunt cher” your hips raised as he sunk into you and with a deep groan, he cummed into your spasming cunt, making sure to thrust deep enough he hit your cervix as he painted your walls white.

Whether conscious or by instinct, you gave him a ditzy smile, eyes glazed over as you slowly rubbed your clit, whimpering. Holding eye contact with him, a soft pout graced your lips

“Again”

You truly were a pathetic, needy little thing.

But don’t worry pretty Doe, Alastor’s going to make sure you

satisfied and stuffed to your heart’s content

 It was going to be very interesting for the next 36 hours…

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[certifiedfreec]

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in you…

- one time you were showing him something on the computer, and he took that massive 6’4” body of his and leaned it right over your shoulder to read the screen. as if that wasn’t close enough, he rested one of his big ‘ol calloused hands on the desk beside you, effectively caging you into your seat. you could practically feel the warmth that radiated off of him when he did that. (he really likes the smell of your shampoo, by the way.)

- he watched you make your coffee one morning, memorizing your order down to the number of sugar packets you used. after that, you’d head down to make your morning cup and all the exact ingredients would mysteriously be laid out on the counter for you. he’d pick on you later about drinking coffee instead of tea, though. maybe he’ll make you a cup for you to try- back in his own office, of course ;)

- everyone in tf141 knows you’re a perfectly capable soldier, so they think it’s odd that ghost always finds ways to provide extra backup for you during missions. guarding you from danger, making sure your area is clear of threats…he can’t help but want to protect and take care of his fellow teammate, though he has a list of other ways he’d like to take care of you :’)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in you…

- he saw your phone screen after training one day, immediately zeroing in on the artist you were listening to. later that evening he casually brings up the exact same band/person, because he’s coincidentally one of their biggest fans! maybe he’ll ask you to go to one of their shows when you’re off duty… looks like you’ve found yourself a concert buddy ;)

- he bullies you, but it’s with the best intentions. it’s more like him relentlessly nagging at you until you match his snarky energy and give him some sass back, which he loves to provoke from you. you always have the best comebacks when he uses his dry humor on you, and he thinks it’s adorable. he definitely likes to push your buttons, but he’d like to undo them even more <3

- ever since he revealed your “shared love” for your favorite artist, he sends you music recommendations for you to listen to (that will hopefully make you think of him whenever you hear them!). pay attention to the lyrics, because he might be trying to tell you something with them… :))

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that graves took an interest in you…

- if you have any snacks or candy on you, he’s nonchalantly stepping right beside you and doing that “underhand-behind-the-back” gesture for you to shake some into his palm. (sometimes he imagines that’s what your lips taste like- omg who said that???)

- he let you wear his jacket during an operation where you were in the freezing cold outside for an extensive amount of time. he watched you shiver through your orders, trying your best to be a good soldier for him :( he walked up to you and draped his shadow company jacket over your shoulders (which smelled deliciously like him) and flashed you that toothy grin. “you look like you’re ‘bout to get frostbite, soldier. take this.�� (he was definitely thinking of some other ways that he could warm you up…)

- he took his time when he read through your file, and wow, it looks like your city’s professional football team rivals his. it’s the perfect way to initiate banter with you. he’ll be giving you a hard time about it for sure, and maybe he’ll make some interesting bets with you depending on how well the season’s going ;)

[suguru-getos]

Genshin Impact Men on New Years:

Characters Included: Kinich, Ororon, Capitano <3

-> oh whooo is she? 👀 yes yes it’s me. I just wanna write on the new genshin babies and i’m so looking forward to it after finishing the Natlan archon quest. Genre: Fluff

-> Kinich:

Normally, the saurian hunter wasn’t someone you’d ever see as your boyfriend. But surprisingly so, Kinish rose up the ranks in your heart. Even Ajaw is… less mean to you. You know that because whenever you visit the Scions of the canopy, you’re greeted fairly by Ajaw & it shocks the others. It’s been a few months since you & Kinich have been together. Today, on the New years eve, he doesn’t want to miss the golden chance of spending more time with you.

Be prepared with a table full of delicious feast, prepared by him & his friends. He takes you out in a special spot where the stars are a little more visible & where you can hear how his heart soars when he sees you. “I wanted to tell you something.” He hums, watching your face glisten under the moonlight sun. “Kinich, it’s almost New Years, you sure we should’ve left everyone else and come here?” You chuckle, eyes beaming in joy. He loves you so much. He is always the sensible one, why then, when its you, that his heart loses. Unfair.

“I wanted to share our New Years kiss in peace.” He hums, pulling you close by the waist, wrapping his hands around your body & brushing his lips with yours. The feeling sends jolts and tingles down your spine. The sound of his heart racing quickly masked with the cheers of people in a distance. “Oh— would you look at that. I kissed you for an entire year.” He winked. Dork. :3 you love him so bad <3

-> Ororon:

Honestly, you never knew that someone as emo-looking as Ororon would ever become your boyfriend. You were new in Natlan & Citlali was one of the few people you were friendly to, Ororon calling her, Grand ma was hilarious. Until you knew why. Eventually, you noticed he brings his fresh produce for everyone who he’s fond of. Until, one of these days it was you. A stock of cabbages, freshly grown by Ororon, a beaming grin on his face as he hums, “Y/N, I have brought something for you.” He smiles. You often wonder why you’re so drawn to his child-like, almost innocent smile & the way he just wants to please you all the time. “You know that’s way too many cabbages for a single person, right?” You chuckle, snorting as he pouts cutely. “Well, yeah, but I just wanted to dedicate this produce to my crush & eventually, hopefully, er- my future girlfriend.”

Oh smooth. He did make you feel a tingle in your heart & he did make you feel like you were seen and heard after a long while. After Natlan was saved by the Archon, you & Ororon decided to take a trip to your homeland, to Sumeru. You settled in Puspa cafe with him, countdowning for the New Years together. “I am glad you decided to come to Sumeru with me.” You purred as he kisses your forehead. “I am glad that you brought me with you.” You chuckled, holding his hand and count downing together.

“Three, two…” and when the clock changed, you kissed Ororon, and he smiled. He has been wanting to say this to you but waited for this exact same moment. “I love you, Y/N.” He hums, catching you by surprise. “What?” Before you could smile and reply, he leaned in and kissed your neck briefly. “I really love you.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. You chuckled, how cute- “I love you too, Ororon.”

-> Capitano:

The embrace of Capitano, big & warm despite the pain & grief he continuously carried. “I missed you, my love.” He brushes against your hair, kissing below your neck. He loved cuddles with you, loved the way your body nudged against him. His body, being the perfect big plushie for you to hug. “I missed you too.” You purred, when you first saw this man, he was the Fatui Harbinger that made Everyone cower. He was famous for being as strong as Archons themselves. For a man of that stature to bring you a bouquet of roses everyday after work as long as you’re in Snezhnaya? Unreal.

“I have formulated some new years plans, my love.” He suggests, taking you by a pleasant surprise. “Hmm, what? You are always couped up by work, and I am often not in Snezhnaya; when else would we spend time?” He croons, the big, dangerous & sexy man famous in all of the Nations in Tevyat is planning a date. Hehe, how adorable, you think.

“What is the date plan?” You turn to straddle his lap instead, nuzzling against his chest. He smells different, smells like rugged leather & rum. You can’t quite put a finger on it, but you love it.

And he does make extravagant date plans, but your New Year’s Eve together is a little different. Capitano decided to cook for you. He made all the Snezhnayan dishes, some very own of his, belonging to Khan’ria. You were delighted that he can be so domesticated and so kind. Enjoying a fulfilling dinner on his lap, hearing stories that you’re sure makes his heart bloom… it’s enchantingly relaxing.

And when the clock strucks into the next year, you can’t help but be happily indulged in the process of falling in love with him, all over again. Dancing with him & kissing him lovingly. Tenderly.

[sunskisser]

Hi, i wanted to request a james potter x reader thingy :))

So the idea is that james and reader broke up during hogwarts/directly after because they had the children talk, james really wants to be a father but reader is terrified of pregnancy so they break up. But over the years the reader keeps yearning for james and eventually they meet again when james and lily are together and have baby harry and its just really angsty 😭😭

Hope all of this makes sense i thought of this while listening to a song lyric

thank you for the request babe i love how your brain works <3 this is quite angsty so hopefully you like it! and now i’m curious to know what song 👀

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in another life | j.p.

“Calm down, babe,” Sirius mutters as you walk in step, looping his arm through yours.

You nibble on your bottom lip anxiously, sighing as you glance over at him. “It’s not that easy, Siri. I’m seeing him after what — four years? I can’t just calm down!”

He rolls his eyes, reaching towards you and thumbing at your lip to save it from your torment. “You’re seeing me after four years.”

You turn to Sirius, and he huffs out a laugh at your deadpan expression. “Well, you never asked me to marry you.”

Sirius wiggles his eyebrows, his lips curving up into a grin. “Marry me?”

“Fuck off, Black.”

James and Lily Potter were holding a meet-up of sorts, and had invited most people in your year at Hogwarts. You were hesitant to go, given your history with James, but Sirius insisted you tag along. You knew he, Remus, and Peter had stayed in touch with James. Rightfully, you ought to have too. But neither of you tried to; maybe you both knew it was better that way.

Sirius simpers, coming to a halt in front of the large black gates of the mansion. He reaches forward and begins to twist the lock, and you instinctively reach over and grab his hand to stop him. He turns to you, confusion twisting his features. “What are you — oh. Oh, sweetheart.”

He softens when he sees the expression on your face. You’re biting your cuticles, and the anxiety in your features is palpable. Sirius sighs and firmly pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together. “It’s gonna be okay. Just be cordial with him. There’s no bad blood, right?”

“Right,” you mutter, albeit uncertainly.

“But, um…” he sighs, dropping your hand to rake his fingers through his hair. “There’s something I should’ve told you before. But I didn’t wanna freak you out.”

“What?”

The apprehension in your tone causes Sirius to wince. “James and Lily, they… they’ve got a baby.”

There’s a beat of loud silence as the fact sinks in, a mount of uncertainty and hurt settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh.”

You’re trying not to show it, but the heartbreak on your face is painfully obvious. Sirius pouts, moving to take your hand again. “Babe, I’m sorry. I should’ve –”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, the gates swinging open to reveal a beaming James Potter.

“Pads,” he grins immediately, eyes locking on Sirius as he moves towards him and swoops him into a quick hug.

You take the moment to look James over. He looked exactly like you remembered — messy curls, toned biceps, that movie-star grin. Yet something felt different, in the way he pulled Sirius into a hug without all the raucous fervour he would’ve at 16, how he held him so gently at arm’s length while talking to him. He’d softened, you realised, from the responsibilities of fatherhood and being a husband.

They pull apart a moment later, and his gaze drifts to you. His smile loses a bit of its sunshine, not softening but not quite dimming either. “Y/n, hey.”

There’s a moment of hesitation as he looks at you, but then he seems to decide upon giving you a hug too.

“Hi,” you mutter as he shortens the distance between you, needling his arms under yours to press them to your back. You embrace him in return, and a sudden pang of hurt shoots through your heart at the familiarity of the action.

Perhaps he was remembering it too, from the way he tightened his grip. Both of you were heavy on physical touch, and it was undeniably the best part of your relationship back in Hogwarts — how he’d always have a hand wrapped around your waist, how you’d wake up to cuddles and hugs every morning. You didn’t exactly have anyone to hug anymore, living alone.

So you convince yourself that the reason you hold on to James for slightly longer than necessary was because you craved human touch, not because of… anything else.

Finally, James pulls away, his arms dropping to his sides as he gives you a small smile. You plaster one onto your face too, for his sake. “So,” he starts as he turns around, beginning to lead you and Sirius into the mansion, “how’ve you been, Y/n?”

You can feel Sirius’ gaze burning holes into the side of your head, but choose to ignore him. “I’ve been great, yeah. You?”

James nods. “That’s cool. Yeah, I’ve been good too. Things have been fun, but kind of busy; you know, with work and Lily and the baby…” He seems to realise what he’s said, and clears his throat awkwardly. Oh, of course. The baby.

Sirius is beside you in an instant, arching his eyebrows and nudging your elbow to respond.

“Oh, um… congrats on the baby, by the way.”

James turns around to face you as you walk, and you give him a grin to prove that you’re being genuine — to show him that it didn’t feel like there was a knife being twisted in your gut every time the word baby was brought up.

His eyes soften, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling. But he gives you a grateful smile, and says no more as the three of you come to a stop in front of the house.

“By the way,” James mutters as he pushes the door open, “you guys are like, an hour early. You’re the only ones here.”

You immediately turn around to glower at Sirius for subjecting you to more torture than necessary by bringing you early. But he all but smirks as he follows you in.

Your eyes coast around the mansion, taking it all in. It’s decorated in a minimalist aesthetic, white couches and brown rugs. It was pretty, that was for sure; but you couldn’t help but think how different it was from James’ place in the dorm — posters and stickers all over the walls, boisterously red curtains and LED lights. It used to be so full of life.

Honestly, you might’ve guessed an old couple lived here, if not for the small signs of their life as a family — the pacifier on the dining table, a cradle at the far end of the living room, and the heart-shaped photo frames lining the walls.

James watches you, a small smile playing on the edges of his lips. “You like it?”

He knows you wouldn’t like it, it’s everything you aren’t. Your dorm had been just like his; trying to fit as many vinyls and posters onto that small space next to your bed as possible. There would be fairy lights in every corner and succulents on the nightstand, a dreamcatcher which he’d gifted you hanging right above your bed. You were messy, as a person, and with your love too. You thought he was messy as well; but apparently he’d gotten his shit together already.

“Yeah, it’s simple. Pretty.”

“Honey —“ Lily bustles out the kitchen, a small gasp escaping her lips as she sees you and Sirius. She’s holding a ladle in one hand, and has her other arm wrapped around a baby perched on her waist.

You don’t register it when she kisses your cheek and hugs you, asks you how you’re doing and leads you to sit on the couch. Your gaze is locked on the baby, every second spent staring at him worsening the nauseous feeling at the back of your throat.

You must’ve asked for his name, because the word, “Harry,” registers in your head. This beautiful baby, with Lily’s deep green eyes and James’ luscious curls, was Harry.

Would you have named your baby Harry? Probably not, it was too generic. But it was too late now, to pick out names and choose a less boring aesthetic for a house together.

You had lost your chance back in seventh year, that night when you were laying on James’ bed, limbs tangled together as he raked his hands through your hair with all the love in the world. You’re gonna be my husband one day, you’d whispered, feeling so much affection for him you thought your heart would burst. Yeah, baby, he’d replied with a soft smile. We’re gonna live in a mansion, with our dogs and children and —

Children?

I don’t… I don’t want children. And that’s where it all started going downhill, that’s the moment James’ smile turned upside down and his hand dropped from your hair. It had turned into an argument, a screaming match — and eventually a reason to break up. James couldn't understand much you feared it, the pain of pregnancy and the exhaustion that came with motherhood. And some part of you knew that you weren’t blameless either — calling him awful things and accusing him of not loving you; though love was all he ever gave till the day you told him it was over.

The feeling of Sirius’ nails digging into your palm brings you back to the present, and you see him nodding absentmindedly as Lily rambles about how much trouble Harry’s been, and oh, she’s picked up a hobby of crocheting, and…

You flit your eyes to look at James sitting opposite you, gazing at you with his brows pinched in concern. Your emotions must’ve been obvious on your face, then. But he immediately looks away when Lily calls out to him, holding up Harry for him to carry.

You watch silently as James squeezes into the chair next to his wife, taking the small, lovely baby between his large, calloused hands. He smiles at Harry, looking at him though he was the most precious thing on earth. James’ fingers bunch Harry’s tiny shirt as he brings him close to his face, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead. Lily’s head lolls onto James’ shoulder as he shifts Harry into a comfortable lying position in his arms.

There you have it. The perfect family, with the gorgeous wife and the adorable baby and the man who could’ve been yours if you wanted.

It’s too much for you to take, and Sirius squeezes your hand as you start to shake. Harry coos, and you melt at how James’ face breaks into a sunny beam. He tilts his head to press a soft peck to his wife’s hair, and there’s so much love in that simple gesture that you feel like you could die.

You feel Sirius’ worried gaze on you, your hands trembling and your knee bobbing up and down. The taste of blood from how hard you’re nibbling on your lip is grounding; it brings you back to yourself, who you are, and not who you could’ve been.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly from beside you, but it doesn’t get lodged into your brain. The only thing you feel is your vision of the perfect family blurring, soft streams of regret rolling down your cheek. Sirius makes a small noise of pity from beside you, and James looks up instantly, eyes widening as they lock on you. Lily is fast asleep, baby Harry staring at you with his thumb stuck into his mouth.

“Y/n, you okay?” James asks gently, but you don’t reply, still looking at him with that distraught look on your face. You open your mouth, but you don’t seem to have the vocabulary to express the heartache you felt right that moment. It felt strangely like grief; like you were mourning for the version of yourself you never got to meet, for the version of James who didn’t have the chance to be yours.

James' mouth twists downwards in a frown as he stands up and steps closer towards you. It’s like an alarm is set off in your head, and you immediately jolt back to the present, sucking in a deep breath.

Your legs act of their own accord as you stand up, Sirius’s hand falling limp on the couch as he looks up at you in surprise. You gulp down the lump in your throat and fiercely brush the tears away, James coming to a halt in front of you. “Y/n, baby —“

“I’m not your baby.”

James slaps a hand to his mouth, eyes as wide as Harry’s now. “Fuck, no, it — it just came out. I didn’t mean to. Shit, you’re crying.”

“I’m okay,” you warble. James opens his mouth to retort but you don’t let him, knowing that the longer you spent here, the more the gaping hole in your chest would grow. You couldn’t bear it anymore, watching James with his wife and wishing it was you instead. The worst part was that it was all your fault, your stupidity and your rejection.

“I’m fine, really. I…I’m gonna go now, it was nice meeting you. Convey my love to Remus, Peter and the girls.” You pick up your bag, moving to the front door with a befuddled James tracking your movements.

“Y/n —“

“Bye, James,” you call out halfheartedly as you slip into your shoes. He comes to stand at the door, rocking Harry from side to side. He looks almost disappointed as you make to leave.

“I’m sorry.”

You look up, surprised. “It’s not your fault.”

James’ lips pursed together with guilt, seeming like he wants to say something as he opens and closes his mouth. He finally sighs, “It’s not your fault either.

It was startling, how he still knew just the right thing to say — he always had. The regret that had been clogging up your heart for years was drained out upon hearing that one sentence. James didn’t hold the utter failure of your relationship against you, and that was enough. If you couldn’t have his love, at least you had his forgiveness.

You give him a half smile and nod, turning around to leave. You’d go back to yours, more of a house than a home. But at least no one but yourself could hurt you there, there was no one to turn away and no hearts to break. No one to love.

“Hey.”

You spin back around to face the door, heart stopping upon seeing the moistness in his eyes. You hear the scratchiness in his throat as he sucks in a deep breath.

“James…”

“No, don’t — don’t say anything. I just wanted to tell you, um…” he defeatedly runs a hand through his hair and exhales shakily. “I hope we worked out, you know, in another life.”

That catches you off guard, your heart involuntarily squeezing in your chest. James looks almost embarrassed as he says it, but you see the vulnerability in his eyes. He was right — maybe there was some planet on which you were less of a coward, another world where he could put a ring on your finger. He’d been yours to lose in this life, perhaps he was yours to love in another.

You clear your throat, feeling nausea brimming in the pits of your gut. “Yeah, I… I hope so too.”

You spare yourself one last glance at him before turning towards the exit, praying he didn’t see the tears dribbling down your cheeks.

You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to trudge forward, before he can call out to you and break your heart all over again.

In a few long strides, you’re out the gates; out of James’ life again.

[bewitched-hours]

ok so wait i have like evil fluff fantasies so you can ignore this one but like, idea: killers are so out of it that in the middle of a match they give up and seek out reader for comfort and affection and act completely out of character (maybe theyre like supa sick and delirious or smth? idk man up to you)

(dont whip me pls 🙏)

Dw, I love evil fluff too, it's delicious- (I say as I get dragged off the stage) Idk if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot so I hope headcanons will be enough (And if you want a oneshot for any of them or multiple, I'll be happy to fulfil that request as well~)

Let's give the reader They/Them for this!

1x1x1x1

It was... Weird to say the least.

What you thought would be a chase to the death turned into a cuddle session in a small building besides an already done generator...

You knew better than to question it and hesitantly tried to ask what was wrong. Turns out 1x has been sick... Somehow...

Now you were stuck serving as some sort of hugging pillow while she quietly complains about his current state... Just keep running your hands through her hair and hopefully he'll forget about the round?

You ended up being threatened not to tell anyone about this and of course, you're too terrified to go against her wishes...

But by the end you were so confused while the other survivors questioned where you were and how 1x was somehow gone.

Somehow, you managed to lie your way out of it and they actually believed you managed to keep the killer occupied. You were a sentinel with a self-healing ability so it wasn't too unrealistic...

C00lkidd

At first you thought he was gonna chase you but you took note of his unusually sluggish behaviour...

Despite your better judgement, you decided to get close and ask if he's okay.

He collapses into you almost immediately, crying about his head hurting and wanting his dad... Who wasn't chosen for this round but you figured there was a chance 007 could see what was happening, even if that might not be such a good thing...

You immediately go into some sort of parental mode, gently patting his head and assuring him everything would be fine. You even promised him that it'll go away. Probably just a fever anyways...

You somehow manage to stop him from crying and let him fall asleep in your arms... How adorable!

Although... Now you can't move because he was holding onto you so tightly... at least you could reposition yourself to sit down and have him sleep in your lap while you continued to pat his head.

And just like you thought, 007 saw it all and thanked you at the end of the round for caring about his kid. Maybe you'll be getting closer to him soon!

Bluudud

Just like with C00lkidd, you were convinced you were gonna die but noticed he sounded more sickly...

You calmly and quietly led him to one of the abandoned buildings and had him lay down on top of you to see what was up.

Surprisingly, he listened to you and grumbled about everything being too loud and hurting his head. Probably another fever like C00lkidd...

Regardless, you listen patiently and pat his head for comfort. He only groans in response and tells you he's not a baby but he doesn't pull away or attack either...

He actually ends up falling asleep on his own, mumbling something about not needing to be babied but the way he clung to you made you think otherwise.

When the round was done, you openly told the other survivors what happened but made sure they knew not to expect Bluudud to just be friendly for everyone.

At least you knew he saw you as a person of comfort now...

Pr3typriincess

You were pretty much cornered and thought you were gonna die but... You got her hugging you for comfort instead.

Like Bluudud, she complained... A lot...

But either way, you somehow convinced her to find a quiet spot to let her handle whatever pains her with you gently reassuring her that everything will be fine.

She falls asleep the fastest, although mumbling about you being much better at this than the other killers which... Yeah, you could see why...

You end up muttering praises to her to help her sleep easier and you could've sworn you heard her call you "Mama" at one point.

You could've just about exploded... But you luckily didn't.

When the round was over, you made sure the other survivors knew to go easy on her. Because after that whole fiasco... You might've felt a sense of protectiveness wash over you and now needed to speak with 007 and Guest to see if this was really some parental feeling or if you were just acting like this because you remembered she's a kid... Of course it's option 1.

Azure

He caught you while you were working on a generator and while pleading with him, you noticed he couldn't seem to get anything comprehensible out.

Surprisingly, he didn't kill you, just dragged you off to a quiet spot where he could just use you as a living pillow.

You were confused but the tentacles holding you in his grip and his unusually high temperature told you all you needed to know before you started massaging his scalp and quietly telling him to take it easy.

What wasn't surprising was how dramatic he acted about it...

He was full-on telling you he's dying and shit while you're just over here trying to comfort him with his hat long discarded to avoid its annoying screeching.

The way he asks you not to tell anyone was simply too adorable to refuse, making you question how this is the same killer that made you fear death just a minute ago.

Once the round ends, you refuse to talk about what you were doing at all and accepting the suspicions of the other survivors... Why tho-

John Doe

You knew immediately something was wrong when he wasn't using his spikes like normal.

You decided to call Jane over, being close enough to her to know they've been married.

She has you look for a quiet spot before leading John over there. Not like that was particularly hard.

Surprisingly, you both end up in a firm but not really painful hold, like he needed two pillows instead of just one.

He can't really get a thought out but Jane just guessed it was a simple fever and began instructing you to help her comfort him...

Was it weird that you enjoyed this? Nah, you'd probably be the only one thinking that...

But Jane was just happy for a moment like this and you didn't want to take that from her... She more than deserved it...

She's slightly disappointed when the round ends but thanks you for the help and you two proceed to talk about her past again by the docks.

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♱ ₮ⱧɆ ⱧɄ₦₲ɆⱤ: Ø₦Ɇ ♱

♱ Pairings: boyfriend!yungi x fem!zombie!reader, detective!seonghwa, detective!san

♱ Genre: horror/angst

♱ Summary: On your way back home from a party you and your boyfriends get into a terrible accident. While they walk away nearly unscathed, you don't walk away at all. The next day while mourning their loss your reanimated corpse finds its way back home and sparks their journey down a very bloody road that pushes the limits of what exactly they're willing to do for love.

♱ Word Count: 5k-ish

♱ Warnings: you're dead, babes, sorry. Undead technically. Mentions of a car accident, some grieving, light descriptions of your undead body, technically necrophilia, blood play, blood drinking, a lil smidge of cannibalism if you squint, masochism, Yungi are like really obsessively dedicated to you, kissing, and a two second handjob to top off this totally normal list of warnings. eventual smut (part two).

♱ A/N: I started this fic, like, a year ago I believe and posted an incomplete version of it but I really do love this fic so I decided to come back and actually finish it. Hopefully this finds all the girls who like spooky stuff the way that I do. If you've read this before, I hope you like what I've added and if you've never read it before, I hope you enjoy it now. I'll be posting the second/final part of it next week so please let me know if you like it.

The rain hasn’t stopped since. It began the moment you died. Sheets of it pouring down from the weeping and endless night sky. Down to the minute, down to the very second that doctors pronounced you dead. And even now, as the morning sun pries itself through a thick fog of gray clouds, it cascades around the quiet little house you called home. One that's been filled with sorrow because you’re lost. The two men inside seated opposite each other at the kitchen table, picking over a thrown together breakfast, have lost you.

And the rain…it hasn’t stopped since. 

But Mingi doesn’t mind. Everyone who needs to know has been informed and his phone has been on silent since. The rain’s an armor of sorts. Knowing no one can make the drive out to bother them in this weather has bought him the time he needs to accept a reality that doesn’t feel quite real yet. 

“You should eat something” Yunho insists, fork tapping at the edge of his ceramic plate, his own food untouched. He knows it’s nothing special, nothing close to the delicious meals they woke to everyday from you, but he poured everything he had into it.

Mingi raises an eyebrow, swirling the fork an inch or so above his plate before shoving the gleaming silver into the space between the cast on his left arm and his inflamed skin. Every human has two bones in their forearm. The ulna and the radius. Mingi walked away from the car accident having fractured both of them. Yunho, the driver, had gotten lucky with only a few cuts and bruises. A flesh wound to the abdomen. And you, well…

“Can you stop that?” Yunho asks, the sound of the metal back of Mingi’s fork scraping against plaster grating his ears. It isn’t his fault, though his heart aches in a thousand places thinking that it is. Mingi doesn’t blame him. He couldn’t have predicted the oncoming truck would swerve the way it did. No, he blames the world but, isolated between these eerily quiet walls, Yunho is all there is to it.

Mingi scratches faster, deriving some relief from the sting that comes along with it. “I’m sorry, is this bothering you?” 

Yunho breathes in and back out. In and back out again. Deep, full breaths meant to calm his boiling rage at that incessant screeching. Mingi doesn’t mean to do this. He’s just hurting. They both are. “Just ignore it” Yunho tells himself “Ignore him. Ignore the burning in the pit of your stomach. Ignore the tears.”

“Stop it before you hurt yourself!” Yunho shouts, snatching the fork from Mingi’s hand.

Blinking, his eyes dart over to his empty chair and back to a shocked Mingi. Yunho isn’t sure how he got over here. He doesn’t even remember getting up. A tear runs down his cheek, the exhaust from an overheated engine, and he swiftly wipes it away.

Mingi hangs his head, ashamed of his immaturity pushing Yunho a little too far. “I’m sorry” he says, sniffing back tears of his own, “But it hurts so much. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair. I just want her back”.

Yunho tosses the fork onto the table, taking Mingi into his arms just as he breaks down into tears, “I know, I want her back too. I’d give anything to see her smile or hear her call my name again.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A rattling at the front door lighter than a toddler’s, light enough that it’s nearly lost to the rain. “Yunie! Mingi!” a voice calls sweetly, broken and the faintest bit horse but distinctly yours. The blood in their veins runs ice cold, the color draining from their faces. The men look to each other, desperate for confirmation that they haven’t lost their minds. 

“Did you—” Mingi starts, rising from his chair, careful not to make a sound. 

Yunho nods, moving towards the front door, with Mingi close behind. They tiptoe down the hall, floorboards creaking here and there as they pass framed photos of the three of you together. “Open. Please. Cold. So cold” your voice croaks once more, Yunho’s fingers inches from grasping the doorknob.

Mingi slips off to the side, peeking through one of the curtains, and his heart nearly stops from what he sees. “Open the door! It’s her!” he shouts, pushing Yunho aside to unlock the door. 

Yunho slams it shut, unable to wrap his mind around what’s happening, “What do you mean it’s her? It can’t be her!”

“It’s her! I swear! Open the door!” Mingi begs, gripping the doorknob tightly enough that his hand’s begun to redden, “Yunho, please.” 

There has to be an explanation for this. Some shared hallucination fueled by their grief. They’re only hearing things, they must be, but Mingi seems to need this and Yunho can’t bring himself to deny him of it. “Okay” he sighs, backing away from the door, “Do it.”

Mingi wastes no time tearing it open, rain pouring in as you limp across the threshold. The two towering men shrink at the sight of you, terror freezing one where he stands and making the other retreat into a corner.  

Barefoot and soaking wet, you wear the tattered, blood stained dress you were rushed to the hospital in. In death your skin has paled, broken blood vessels giving your lips a light blue hue. Behind you is a trail of muddy footprints, marking your journey up the front stairs to this place you call home.

It’s a blur. Your death and your return. It’s all a series of broken memories, fragmented pieces of film that make you dizzy each time you attempt to piece them together. You can only recall a party filled with dancing and laughter. Headlights brighter than the sun. Screaming. A dark place. A coldness eating at your bones. Then, like magic, you were here, dragging yourself up to the front door with blistered feet and an unnerving stillness in your chest.

Turning to meet the faces of the men you love, faces that haven’t once failed to light up in your presence, you’re puzzled by their fear. Noticing Mingi’s injured arm, you run your fingers down his cast. 

“Mingi hurt?” you grunt softly. 

His eyes blur with tears and he blinks them away, quickly conjuring up a lie to soothe your worries. “Only a little. I was working on something out back and, well, you know how clumsy I can be, but it’s nothing” he says, smiling through the tears.

You return the comforting gesture with a smile of your own, placing a frozen palm against the warm wetness of his cheek. “Liar. Mingi hurt. And…sad?” 

“No, baby, not sad. I’m just happy to see you. We’re happy to see you, aren’t we?” Mingi looks to Yunho, confident that he feels the same way, but finds instead that he’s alone in his joy. 

Backed so far into a corner that he might as well be a part of the wood paneling, this is nothing short of a nightmare for him. This is unnatural. Far beyond anything that should be possible. You, the real you, is lying on a slab in a morgue somewhere. Whatever’s standing before him is something he can’t bring himself to trust. 

“Yunie hurt too?” you ask, turning your attention to the bruising around his jaw. You hobble over to him, nearly touching his hand before he snatches it away. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

His rejection is so alien to you that you don’t even process it as such, reaching out for him again. “Yun—”

Your fingers skim his, making his skin crawl. “Don’t touch me!” he yells, slinking clear of your grasp. “I don’t know what you are but you’re not her. She is dead. You are dead.”

“Me? Dead?” The word sends more memories racing through your head. The taste of wine. Your favorite. Mingi’s arms around your waist. A high pitched ringing in your ear. The beeping of machines. The visions drown you in an overwhelming sense of sadness that makes you want to crumble into pieces. 

“No! Don’t listen to him!” Mingi says, filling the space between you and Yunho,“You’re not dead, baby. You’re here with us and it’s a gift.” Ignoring the nagging pain of his injury, Mingi lifts you up into his arms, cradling you like a baby as he carries you up the stairs. 

“Now how about we get you cleaned up?”

“Take bath? Bubbles?”

Mingi laughs, smitten with you even in your undead form, “If that’s what you want, of course.” 

Yunho slides down to the floor, growing catatonic as he zones out to the sounds that come from above. The running of bathwater, his best friend’s laughter, and the broken words of some kind of monster. This has to be a nightmare. All he needs to do is wait it out until he wakes up. 

“Wake up” he whispers like Dorothy clicking her heels together three times to escape the land of Oz, “Wake up. Wake up…”

Two showers, one long bath, and a few hours cuddled under the blankets with Mingi. That’s all it takes for you to begin to look more like yourself. You’re far from what you used to be, signs of your time as a lifeless corpse still showing through, but you’re coming back to yourself and, however long that takes, Mingi’s more than willing to wait it out.

While you’ve refused to eat, despite the grumbling of your empty stomach, he’s managed to keep you happy with movies and games which now litter the bed and the area around it. Much to Mingi’s dismay, beating him at everything is something you picked up on quickly. You’ve only been back to life for a few hours and already you’re kicking his ass again.

“Play again?” you ask, excitedly spreading your winning Uno hand out on the blanket. 

Mingi yawns, the sleep he lost last night beginning to catch up with him, but he shuffles the deck for a new game anyway. He knows he can’t keep this up much longer. His lids are growing heavy and his focus is waning but he can’t, for any reason, allow himself to drift off to sleep. While Yunho may be somewhere in this house terrified by the possibility that this isn’t just a dream, Mingi’s been haunted by the very real possibility that it might be. What if he closes his eyes and you’re gone again? That’d mean losing you twice and his heart can’t survive breaking for you a second time.

As Mingi deals the cards, you glance around your bedroom with fresh excitement. Every new color or scent brings your dulled senses back to you if only briefly. And every item has a memory attached to it. Some vague, some incredibly vivid, but all serve as a suitable feast for a brain hungry to recover what once was. Just as your focus hones in on a pair of fluffy puppy shaped slippers by the door, you catch a tall figure looming in the doorway. 

Halfway obscured by the wall, Yunho watches you the way a scientist would its test subject. Simply observing, waiting for you to do something that proves you’re an imposter. But you only smile at him the way you always have, making him feel strangely welcomed to enter the room.

Coming up here was far from his intention. The rain had let up almost immediately after your arrival and he’d picked up the car keys a half dozen times to leave. Once he got as far as the end of the driveway before he turned back, making it further up the steps each time until finally gaining the courage to face you.

And it is you. Despite the words he spat in fear and anger, he felt your energy all around him when he first heard your voice and that feeling’s grown in intensity every minute since. 

“Are you playing or are you just gonna watch like a pervert?” Mingi teases. 

Yunho steps from behind the wall, arms folded across his chest, “If I recall correctly you’re the one who likes to watch” he shoots back, cautiously entering the bedroom. 

“Ha” you snort, sorting through your hand, “Like with sex and stuff.” 

“Oh, I see you’ve been helping her get her language skills back. Starting with the important words first, huh?”

“Playing or watching? You pick. Quickly” you insist, patting Yunho on the arm, his prior reaction momentarily slipping your mind.

He winces a little, jogging your memory, and you go to pull away but he stops you, taking your hand into his. It’s like holding hands with a block of ice, making sense of the baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants you’re curled up in. What you said on the other side of the door had been true. Cold. So cold. 

Yunho’s thumb traces the blue collapsed veins down the back of your hand, brushing past your knuckles to an empty space on your ring finger. There used to be two gorgeous silver rings there, part of a set of six that he and Mingi had made for all of you. 

“Mingi says we’ll get back, won’t be a problem. Right, Mingi?” Your question’s met with the sound of snoring, a few seconds without stimulation being just what Mingi needed to drift off to sleep. You crawl up the bed to lay down beside him, poking at his cheek. “Mingiiii” you sing, softly flicking at his plush bottom lip. 

Yunho slips in on the other side of you, pulling your fingers away from Mingi’s face. “Maybe we don’t do that” he laughs, “We should let him rest. I think he’s tired.”

“Mingi’s tired and what about you?” you ask, rolling over to face him. The color of your eyes are marbled between the paleness of death and their natural shade. It’s bizarre but beautiful in a way that mesmerizes him. 

“Tell me, have you eat and sleep?” You pet his hair, watching it twirl around your fingertips in bouncy brown wisps. Being touched by you, it’s something he thought he’d never feel again, and the joy of it makes him want to cry almost as much as the fear did. 

“It’s ‘eaten and slept’ but no, I haven’t. I couldn’t” he says, “I’d ask you but…”

Your stomach grumbles, announcing its hunger. You hadn’t eaten before the accident. The party you were headed home from had been overflowing with alcohol but food, at least any you were interested in, was in short supply. 

“I can cook for you. We haven’t been shopping but I’m sure I can whip up something.” 

You shake your head, having already gone through this with Mingi, “Nothing really tastes good but the smells help.”

“The smells? What smells?”

“Mmm” you hum, sniffing the side of Yunho’s neck, “You and him. Your smell makes me warm inside.”

Nuzzling your nose against his neck, you inhale the scent beneath his cologne. The natural oils of his body are more fragrant than anything that comes in a bottle. You rest a hand on his heart, feeling it pound as your lips meet his heated skin like ice against fire.

Yunho can’t help but feel guilty about the way his body responds to you. He can’t manage to fight the instinct to bring you closer, massaging the fullness of your curves through the thick cotton of your clothing. You part your lips, dragging your tongue along veins that rush with hot, fresh blood. As they pulse below the surface of his skin, yours begin to pulse as well, matching the rhythm. 

“I…I’m not sure we should be doing this” Yunho stutters, his hands betraying his words to move under your sweatshirt and reacquaint themselves with the rise of your hips and the hills of your breasts. His lust for you only makes the blood pump through his body faster, worsening your hunger. 

“But I need you to keep me warm inside. Please don’t let me be cold again” you beg, sinking your teeth into his neck. Blood drips from his wounds, coating your tongue, pooling in the bottom of your mouth. It’s the taste of life, draining his to restore yours, and you’re ravenous for it.

Yunho screams out in pain, sacrificing a few shreds of flesh to tear himself free of you. “You bit me! Why would you do that?” he cries, stumbling to his feet, his sleeve pressed to his neck to control the bleeding.

On your hands and knees, you move to the edge of the bed like a lioness prowling for her next meal. Your eyes swell with tears at the pain you’ve inflicted but your mouth salivates at the delectable taste of his blood. The ecstacy of it sliding down your throat makes you feel more alive than you did when you actually were. 

“I’m sorry, Yunho. I didn’t mean to hurt you, really. I think I’m just, mmm, hungrier than I thought” you pout, speaking with perfect clarity for the first time.

“Hungrier? Are you…you’re trying to eat me?”

“Eat you? Of course not. I would never. I only needed a nibble to make me better.” You raise your shirt, stroking your exposed skin as it grows plumper and warmer to the touch. “Come feel me. Touch me.” 

Your voice is like a spell, drawing Yunho back in. Your body sings out to him, whispering how badly it longs for him. He wants you, though he shouldn’t. The searing pain in his neck dulls at the realization. It gets him off seeing that you need him this desperately. Not only for pleasure but to survive. 

Approaching the bed again, Yunho lowers his blood stained sleeve from his neck and caresses your body. The red liquid coating his fingers sticks to you like candy, leaving a trail of red along your belly. You lean into him, sliding a hand up his thigh to palm the growing bulge in his jeans. He lets out a satisfied moan, lightly tugging at your hair so that your head’s tilted back, sparkling eyes gazing up at him. 

“What are you?” he whispers with whatever speck of sanity he has remaining.

His bloody fingers find your mouth and you lazily lick them clean, savoring the taste. All the while your own hand’s undoing his zipper to stroke his length, your thumb circling the moist tip of his cock.

“What am I?” you giggle, “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

Releasing his middle finger from the suction of your soft lips, you push his sweater up to kiss your way across his lower stomach. Every kiss has his cock twitching in your grasp as his fingers tangle deeper into your hair, keeping you in place.

And then you find it. The perfect spot. You aren’t sure how you know but you just do. You suckle at his skin, letting your teeth gently pierce the surface until your tongue’s reintroduced to the taste of his blood. Yunho grits his teeth through pain that only makes the adrenaline rush that follows all the more pleasurable. 

“I’m still yours, aren’t I, Yunie?” you ask, his flesh still filling the space between your teeth.

Yunho pulls your head back and leans down to kiss you, the feeling of your lips against his worth the faint metallic taste that comes along with it.

“Of course you are, baby” he whispers, “You’ll always be mine and I’ll never let anything hurt you again. I promise.”

You lay back on the bed, pulling him on top of you, and wrap your legs around his waist. Yunho tears at your clothes, kissing you ravenously as if he’s the one with the undead hunger that must be fed. He’s ready to rip them off of you and take you right here with no regard at all for the best friend sleeping an inch away from you. But a loud banging at the downstairs door snaps him out of it, stirring Mingi from his sleep in the process. 

Mingi jolts upright in bed, on the verge of a heart attack, “Huh? What? What’s happening?” He glances over just in time to catch Yunho climbing off of you to zip his pants back up, the blood from your second bite already showing through his clothes.

You reach back to rub Mingi's leg, your view of him inverted, “Mingi, be calm.”

“Be calm?” he shouts, jumping to inspect the blood on your face, “Answer me now. What happened?”

The banging on the front door gets louder and Yunho throws a “Ssh” at Mingi, sneaking to the window to get a peek at the unexpected visitors. 

“Don’t shush me! Why’s there blood and why were you…” 

Yunho turns around slowly, eyes wide and hands trembling, “Mingi, shut up.”

“No, not until one of you tells me what’s going on and who the hell is that?” 

The banging continues, shaking the door so hard the hinges creak. Yunho sits back down on the bed, his brain firing off in a hundred directions at once. He wishes the knocking at the door were another minion of the undead—some corpse you accidentally drug back with you from the trenches of the morgue—but what awaits him this time, what awaits all of you, is something far worse. 

“It’s the fucking cops.”

Detective Choi has heard of a lot of strange things happening when it comes to dead bodies but one thing’s for sure, they don’t just get up and walk away by themselves. And if one were to miraculously rise from the dead it’d no doubt be too busy hunting for brains to tamper with hospital security footage. 

“So you’re saying you do believe in zombies then?” Detective Park teases from the passenger’s seat of his partner’s car. Fishing a small box of chocolate milk from the pocket of his black trenchcoat, Detective Park kicks his feet up on the dashboard and pops a straw in to enjoy his daily sweet treat. 

Detective Choi grimaces at him from behind the wheel, his malice rooted in both that dig about zombies and his partner’s indulgence in room temperature dairy. “How do you drink that shit? Do you know how much sugar’s in that?” 

“I’m sorry, would you prefer I bring some joy to my day with a nice protein shake? Maybe get real crazy with some unseasoned chicken breast?”

It’s tempting for Detective Choi to punch him in the arm for that but they’re already investigating one car wreck. The last thing he needs to do is cause another one. “Ooh, that’s a cheap shot” he grumbles, drumming on the steering wheel, “I’ll remember that.” 

Ignoring that trademark grumpiness he’s come to love, Detective Park sips away at his drink as he watches the wide green fields of the countryside roll by. The rain has finally stopped—thank god—but a few leftover droplets remain on the window, reflecting in the low light like crystals. It’s a beautiful sight for what feels like such a dark, strange day. He’s seen a dozen car accidents before but none like this. A missing corpse and a missing suspect with zero prior connections to each other and not a crumb of evidence to help them locate either. Something’s just not adding up. He takes a deep breath to steel himself, knowing what he’s about to say might open up a can of worms. “So you really think these two know something?”

Detective Choi stops at a lonely intersection, checking the map on his phone before turning down a winding, tree lined road. Between the storm and the rough cell service this far out, he’s had to return to the archaic act of finding his own way and he hates it. “I know that these two know something. I can’t explain it but I feel it in the pit of my stomach.” 

A feeling in the pit of your stomach is far from enough proof to investigate someone but Detective Park can’t deny that he feels it too. There’s an answer out here begging to be found if only they knew the right questions to ask. “For once I’m on your side with this. Just try not to let them notice our suspicions. Ya know, control your face when we get in there” he warns. 

Detective Choi frowns, displaying his inability to do just that, “Control my face, what does that mean?”

“Control my face, what does that mean?” Detective Park mocks, mimicking his partner’s sour expression, “Hey, wait, I’m not done with that!”

It’s too late. The window’s already down and Detective Choi has sent his last few sips of chocolate milk flying to the side of the road. “Oh, look! We’re here!” he laughs, turning up the dirt driveway leading to a lone house tucked behind the trees.

Detective Park mourns the loss of his snack only for a moment before his attention’s drawn to the tall maroon house. Its modern architecture stands in stark contrast to its rural surroundings, appearing more like a retreat than somewhere people would actually live. The car comes to a stop behind another that’s positioned awkwardly in the driveway. It’s as if someone backed up to leave but stopped short and ran back in for something. 

“I thought their car was totaled” Detective Choi comments, already hopping out to inspect the car before them. Detective Park is on his heels, working double time to stop him from doing anything that might compromise the case. “Don’t do that!” he whispers, swatting Detective Choi’s phone away. 

“Too slow. I got it” the other man gloats, flashing a picture of the back of the car, license plate included. 

“They aren’t suspects. We can’t go in treating them like they are. We’re about to tell them their girlfriend’s body’s missing, San. For the love of god.” 

Detective Choi shrugs, charting a path to the front door, “No can do. I’m an atheist, remember?” 

Bang, bang, bang! His strong fist meets the wood of the door as he surveys the porch, keeping an eye out for anything that might be out of the ordinary. Detective Park grabs him by the wrist, “You don’t have to knock like you’re the police.”

“We are the police, Seonghwa. Plus you said this was important right? They must be informed. It’s our duty.” Detective Choi raises his free hand, banging at the door a few more times before his partner’s grabbing his other wrist.

“Yes but we don’t want to scare them, we need to…” Detective Park steps back to peer at the upstairs window, sure that he caught a glimpse of someone peeking out at them. It could’ve been a trick of the light, maybe a bird whipping through the overcast sky, but he’s positive that the curtain moved. “Go ahead” he says, hands on his hips, “They’re in there.” 

Detective Choi’s excited, maybe a bit too excited, to be given free reign to do as he wishes with no resistance. He continues to bang at the door as Detective Park remains on the lookout for further movement in the windows but the curtains remain still. No movements. No shadows. And then the clicking of a lock. 

“Um, hi, can I help you with something?” Mingi asks, cracking the door only enough to get a good look at the well dressed men. The detectives fish out their wallets, flashing their identification. 

“I’m Detective Choi San and this is my partner Park Seonghwa. We understand you had an accident last night and we have a few updates on the case that we’d like to speak with you about.”

There’s an uncomfortable silence as the men size each other up, Mingi refusing to open the door another inch even when Detective Park comes forward to extend a hand. Mingi leans his head against the door, raising his cast, “Sorry, can’t, broke it. What is it that you needed to tell me? I was busy resting, you know, car accident and everything.” Detective Choi detects attitude and there’s plenty of it. Mingi doesn’t want them here. He knows what they’re about to tell him, two things he already knows and he doesn’t want to discuss either with anyone, let alone the cops. 

“We’re sorry for your loss” Detective Park says kindly, “I know this must be a difficult time for you but please, this conversation can’t wait. Could we come in?”

“Come in for what? Why…”

“Officers, I’m sorry about that” Yunho apologizes, pushing Mingi aside to open the door, “It has been a difficult time and we’re all handling it differently. Please, come in.” 

Mingi gives Yunho a look that says he doesn’t need him to apologize on his behalf. Yunho gives him a look that says he does if he wants to stay out of prison. Mingi waits by the door, forcing a smile as Yunho guides the officers into the kitchen. 

“Sure, let them in” Mingi mumbles, slamming the door shut, “Why not let them search the place while you’re at it? ‘Hey officers, wanna take a look in the shed’?” 

“What’s in the shed?” you whisper from atop the stairs. You’ve managed to crouch down in a corner where no one can see you, only half of your face visible as you peek out to eavesdrop on Mingi. 

Mingi whips around, placing a finger over his lips as a warning not to speak, but there’s something else there too. A refusal to answer the question and an unfamiliar darkness forbidding you from asking it again. “What’s in the shed, Mingi?” your eyes ask what your mouth can’t and you’re met with the same answer. 

“Ssh” he gestures, taking a leisurely stroll towards the kitchen where the three other men have already taken their seats. Mingi chooses to stand, leaning in the doorway as he observes the conversation. 

“Missing? What do you mean missing?” Yunho asks. His performance of a man in shock is nearly perfect if only to the detectives. To Mingi, who already knows the truth, it’s a bit much. 

“Who’s missing?” Mingi throws in for good measure, making sure their shock is a united front.

“Her body, they said her body is missing. How does a body go missing?���

“Look, we’re as confused as you. This is far from a normal occurrence. We have our people working right now to recover the surveillance footage” Detective Park reassures them.

Detective Choi leans forward, his suspicions reading in his expression despite his best efforts, “How’d you two get home from the hospital?”

Yunho crosses his arms, displeased with the inflection of the detective’s voice, “A friend picked us up.”

“And that car out there? Has it moved at all?”

“There’s three of us…were three of us. We need more than one car and no it hasn’t moved.”

“So you’ve been here since your friend dropped you off then? You haven’t left once?”

“I don’t like how you’re talking to us” Mingi snaps, “You’re acting like we did something wrong. Do you see us? We get into an accident, we lose someone we love, you tell us her body is missing and this is how you treat us?” 

Detective Park cuts his eyes at Detective Choi who settles back into his chair to cool off. “That isn’t our intention at all. My partner can be a tad aggressive but we do need to know these things. There’s something else too.” He waits for the room to calm down before he speaks again, “The driver who hit you…he’s missing too.” 

“Missing?” Yunho asks without missing a beat, “What do you mean he’s ‘missing’?”

Mingi erupts into a heavy, exhausted laughter. “Her body is gone, her killer is gone, and you’re here asking us about a fucking car? Grade A detective work. Really.”

“Look, he posted bail. There’s nothing we could do about it” Detective Choi sighs, his own frustration with the legal system washing over him. “According to his wife he never made it home. Still there’s no evidence that he has anything to do with the disappearance of her body. When would he have had time?”

Detective Choi’s gaze lingers on Yunho who averts his eyes, refusing to entertain his speculation. Instead, he directs his attention to Detective Park who seems to be the more sympathetic of the two. 

 “You think I stole my girlfriend’s dead body?”

Detective Park can’t quite say yes but he can’t quite say no. His gut’s never wrong, something’s not right here, but what that is he can’t imagine. “That’s not what we’re saying. This is just bizarre, you have to admit that.”

Yunho flicks on his charm, giving Detective Park that same innocent look he always threw at  you after an argument. “We understand that but we swear to you, we don’t know anything. All we want is her body back so that she can be laid to rest properly. I think she deserves that, don’t you?”

The detectives nod, the weight of the grief permeating these walls finally hitting them. Detective Park digs a card out of his jacket pocket, slipping it across the table to Yunho. “You just promise us if there’s anything you know or something you can remember, you’ll call us.”

Yunho picks it up, inspecting the exquisite ink stamped into overpriced paper, “We promise.”

It’s a lie and everyone in this room knows it. They know more than they’re leading on, much more than even you do, but they’d rather rip their teeth out one by one than say a word. Some secrets are better left buried and the moment the detectives leave it will be. 

The shed. 

You stand barefoot in the wet grass, watching it from a distance. You’re vigilant, staring it down as if it might grow legs and walk away if you blink for too long. Unlike you, there’s nothing otherworldly about it. It’s made of cedar. Big enough to fit a small work desk, the lawnmower, and whatever else the boys needed to fix things around the house.

You’ve watched Mingi drag a grill out of there once or twice on nice summer days when you had a barbecue craving and driving into the city was too much of a hassle. Still, a sense of foreboding overcomes you as you approach it. Mingi’s face flashes in your mind with each step. The silent pleading for you to let this go. For your own good or for his?

Clutching a small silver key in your hand, you reach out to touch the heavy padlock on the door. Your fingertips barely skim it when you hear a low, guttural hum from inside. It’s low enough that any human might miss it but you aren’t just any human. Not anymore.

The smell coming from inside turns your stomach. It’s blood. Different from Yunho’s or Mingi’s. There’s no sweetness to it. You aren’t tempted by the scent. It’s stale like a plate of food that’s been left out on the counter all night. It’s enough to make you want to turn around but you can’t. You have to know. 

Slipping the key into the lock, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself as you twist it open. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Mingi shouts, bursting through the back door. 

He advances on you with a speed you’ve never seen before, slamming his shoulder into the shed before you can get it open. The panic overtaking him seeps from his body and right into yours. Suddenly it feels like the world’s about to end and you’re responsible for it. 

“Leave her alone!” Yunho calls after him, “They’re gone.”

“How do you know that? They could come back! What then? Are you gonna explain it to them?”

“Explain what?” you ask, grabbing onto the door handle. “What’s in the shed, Mingi?”

It’s a battle of will. Mingi pressing his weight against the door. You gripping the handle like your life depends on it. You’ll be here all night if that’s what it takes for you to get in and he’ll be right here with you, intent on keeping you out. 

“There are some things you weren’t meant to see,” he says through gritted teeth. 

For his part, Yunho seems indifferent. The shock of seeing you rise from the grave did something to him. It pushed him into his worst nightmare, beyond that even. What else could there be to fear? “She’s already dead. What exactly are we protecting her from?”

As much as it pains Mingi to admit it, Yunho’s right. You’ve already experienced horror beyond anything either of them could imagine. There’s nothing to protect you from. But that really isn’t the problem. It isn’t you who needs protecting, it’s them. It’s the way you see them now and what you’ll think when you open that door. Mingi steps aside, shoulders slumped as he watches you click the padlock open. 

It falls to the ground, the wooden door gradually creaking open to reveal what’s inside. Gardening equipment. A rake, a couple of shovels, a lawn mower, boxes filled with old clothes marked for donation, and a filthy blanket that’s breathing. Blankets don’t breathe but whatever’s under it? That’s a different story entirely. 

You swallow hard, your body tensing as you reach out to tear the blanket away. You stumble back at the sight of it, landing hard in the grass as a set of piercing blue eyes stare back at you. They tell a quiet tale of agony, the blood and bruises that pepper the man’s skin, doing more than enough to tell you it’s true. 

“Don’t feel bad for him” Mingi rasps, any shred of regret absent from his voice, “He didn’t feel bad for what he did to you.”

Yunho kneels down at your side, a finger on your cheek to turn you towards him. “Tell me, sweetheart. Are you still hungry?” 

[nicktremblaywayfu]

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“Easterman Journals

1961.03.05

Murkoff was generous enough to give this hellish month one day off. Avellanos told me it won’t hurt for everyone to breathe and relax, celebrating the anniversary of this facility and the projects, especially mine. I don’t quite understand. This felt unnecessary. The therapy is not something to cheer. It’s something to learn, absorb, fear, and improve. And when I asked Avellanos about this, she just smiled. Acting like my project is nothing more than some kind of field trip. Irritating. 

But this free champagne soothed my anger a bit. And I suppose she had a point. It is interesting to see how those people act outside the usual therapy days. I see some of the Reagents crying in the corner, scared of the loud trumpet noises, while the others cheer. I think I even see someone scaring them on purpose. Some decide to not care about it, either sleeping or going missing from the party. And looking at the expops celebrating it makes me wonder how much sanity and sentience they have left inside of them. 

I put some reagents in their facility, and surprisingly, what I expected to be chaos turned out pretty nicely. Gooseberry let one of the reagents eat her cake. Coyle seems to celebrate it with a frowning lady and a piece of pistachio cake. Franco being Franco, having a fun time by himself with his whores. And that Big Grunt, whom being called Danny (seriously, how did he just accept it as his new name? He should be referred to by his code number!), seems to be bringing one of the strange-looking giant dishes with one short reagent he clings with. It does taste delicious, however. I might ask Reagent 36691 for the recipe. Other expops seem to have fun as well, and I hate how this reminds me of the humanity they still have inside. I may need to do some work about it. But for now, I suppose there is no use being the grumpy old man Avellanos called me an hour ago. 

I guess I have no choice but to see what exactly they celebrate from my therapy.”

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

Hopefully it’s not too much of an ick for you, but if you’re up to it, would you ever write Ford eating Reader out on their period?

not the disaster you think it is

a/n: hey love, no ofc it's not, im absolutely ok with the whole period thing. i meant to post this a few days ago, but it’s like i forgot how to write or more like i hated every sentence i wrote and couldn’t get past it. anyway, hope this mood leaves me soon. but here we are!! back to Ford being a total freak, as usual, who’s absolutely head over heels for his partner <3 enjoy, i guess?? and thank my period for the delay :/

tags: Ford x reader, nsfw, fluff and smut, gentle sex to rough, emotional rollercoaster for reader, vaginal sex, period sex, oral sex (f receiving), i guess blood play, embarrassment, a lil bit of hurt/comfort, overthinking, established relationship

you think you're about to die of embarrassment, but Ford’s just getting started because sometimes, the worst-case scenario ends up being the best one.

finally, finally you and Ford are alone. do you even remember the last time this happened? no Stan grumbling at the tv, no Dipper hovering around with a thousand questions, no Mabel dragging you away to watch Waddles collapse in the dirt, no Soos excitedly telling you about some strange new creak in the shack’s walls that sounds exactly like a “genuine ghost noise, dude.” no distractions.

what did matter was that you and Stanford were alone, and after the morning you had, there was absolutely no way you weren’t going to fuck the life out of your man.

and god, it’s not like you hadn’t been thinking about it since the second he stepped out of your bedroom looking like that. at first, the missed period had you panicking, your mind spiraling into absolute worst scenarios, but then you chalked it up to stress, shrugged it off, and forgot about it until you saw him. jesus, he didn’t even have to try. you’d made him wear that outfit though, because it was criminal to let him sweat through another goddamn trench coat when summer in gravity falls was like hell had opened its gates and breathed directly onto this weird town, and you weren’t about to let him die of heatstroke just because he was too stubborn to dress appropriately. so you gave him something lighter. and fuck, that was a mistake, because the second you saw him in it, sleeves pushed up, collar slightly undone, his forearms out, his hands, you swore you nearly ovulated again.

but the worst part was when he came running into the shack with those big, dirty, calloused hands holding some kind of tiny, wriggling anomaly he and Dipper had just dug up in the woods, showing it off to everyone like it was nothing, like it wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. all sweaty and flushed from the sun, completely unaware of how fucking delicious he looked, rambling excitedly to Stan, Soos, and Mabel while you had to physically restrain yourself. and you did. you were so good all morning, sitting there, waiting, swallowing down every desperate little urge watching your nerdy man gesturing with those dirty hands as he explained something.

and all you could think was, “i want to eat this man alive.” god, it was unfair how much you wanted him today.

thankfully, Stanley eventually had enough of the science talk. he let out a loud, suffering groan and declared, “that’s it, i’m getting out of here before i have to listen to one more goddamn sentence about anomalous worm lizards or whatever, Soos, Mabel, Dipper, we’re going fishing.”

so of course, there was absolutely no way you weren’t going to take advantage of this moment! it was so rare that you got Ford all to yourself like this that the second the door closed behind Stan, you practically pounced on him.

you had Ford laid out beneath you, his wide back against the mattress, your hands braced on his scarred chest as you rode him like your life depended on it.

and god, you were hungry for it, so desperate. the morning had wound you up so tightly that by the time you finally got him beneath you and finally sank down onto his cock, it felt like release, but still nowhere near enough.

you bounced on him, panting and whimpering, rolling your hips, feeling sweat beading on your skin because it was still summer. and there's no fan strong enough to save either of you. it must be at least 90°F, around 32°C, but it feels even worse and hotter when you have sex. besides, you were the one putting in all the work as your Ford, your good boy, was lying there, being so good for you. looking up at you with little hearts in his eyes, huge hands gripping your waist, trying so hard not to buck up into you too soon because he was such a gentleman even during sex. he wasn’t controlling the pace, you were, and god, he was letting you use him like a toy, groaning so beautifully every time your pussy clenched around him.

yeah, you’d definitely need a cold shower after this, but right now you couldn’t care less. little did you know, though, the shower won’t just be for the sweat.

but that’s a problem for future you.

now, however, your legs start to give out first. despite the pleasure that’s still flooding you in blinding waves, your poor thighs are already trembling and the rhythm getting uneven as you desperately try to keep fucking yourself on him. Ford notices it, even flushed, messy, drowning in you, he watches you like you’re the fucking answer to every equation he's ever scribbled in his journals.

“easy, sweetheart,” he says gently, and then his arms are around you, flipping you over with no effort at all, manhandling you so tenderly. you barely get a second to breathe before he pushes in again from behind and your mouth falls open in a cry. that's deeper. so much deeper like this, and your whole body jolts forward with a ragged moan. “let me take care of you now.”

“Ford, fuck, Ford!” his name spills from you in a gasp just as he starts thrusting, making your toes curl, fingers claw at the sheets, and he just leans over you, grinding into you, murmuring against your ear.

“just like that, you’re doing so good for me,” he groans, kissing your shoulder, “so tight, just keep taking it, beautiful, you’re perfect like this.” Ford rolls his hips, filling you to the brim, keeping you pressed flat against the sheets with nothing to do but take it.

every time he thrusts in, you feel yourself get wetter, making it so easy for him to move and keep grinding into that soft, sensitive spot inside you until you’re crying out, clutching at the pillows. and that’s it. your body breaks as you cum again, shuddering under him as your body jerks with each deep thrust. Ford holds your hips in place while the sheets muffle your screams. he knows your body, god, he knows exactly how to hit those aching spots and how to angle just right, how to drag every last sob and tremble from you until you’re nothing but a pathetic overstimulated mess in his arms. and damn it, Ford loves you like that, clutching at the blankets, so fucked out and trembling, all because of him.

and still, it’s not enough for him. hasn’t been enough all week. you feel it in the way he doesn’t even stop to let you breathe, doesn’t even let you sink down into the afterglow. instead, Ford carefully pulls you onto your back, kissing your jaw and neck, and keeps going, pushing deep into your sore, overstimulated pussy like he’s possessed.

“Ford, s-sensitive, oh god—“

“cant stop,” he pants, hunched over you, sweat dripping down his temple, “just one more. i missed you so much, just let me, i missed you, i missed this,“ he’s so deep again, making your soft walls flutter again, stretched wide around him, and his back, oh fuck, your nails drag down his skin and leave bright red scratches over old scars, painting your love right into his skin as you cry out beneath him.

“so beautiful, darling, so good for me. love you so much, l-love you, mhmm.” Ford's words make you ache in a way you can’t describe and your whole body feel like warm honey, melting under his touch. you pull him closer, wrap your arms around his neck, bury your face against his shoulder as he keeps pounding into you, making love to you like he means it, practically crushing you with his weight.

your thighs tighten where they frame his waist and you're literally clinging to him. his cock slides over your sensitive walls and you still feel so tight, despite how well he worked you open with his fingers before this and the slick mess between your legs. you're drenched, and he knows it by the way his cock nudges inside you so smoothly as you gasp each time he presses flush against your cervix.

“mmh, i love you so damn much, you feel so good, holy moses, taking me so well.” Ford's voice is husky as he kisses you between words, pressing his mouth against your temple, your cheek, your lips and sweet heavens, you’re drowning in it, in him, in the way he praises you like you’re the best thing to ever happen to him. and you know you are, because nobody’s ever looked at you the way Ford does.

”fuck, baby—“ you sob, clinging to his shoulders once he finally slows down just enough for your mind to stop spinning. “you looked so fucking hot this morning,” you whimper, biting your lip, “i wanted you, wanted you so bad, you looked so fucking good today, i couldn’t stop staring—“

Ford’s smile is all soft, even as his cock still pulses inside you. “you should’ve told me, gorgeous, m-maybe we’d have done something about it sooner.”

“i couldn’t, there were people, you know we can't when everyone's at home.”

Ford kisses you and whispers against your mouth, continuing moving inside you. “now you can, love, now it’s just us, be as loud as you want, please. . . but so?” he asks again, “tell me, was it the shirt? or the forearms?”

“shut up—shut up—”

“no, no, i’m serious,” he chuckles breathlessly, slightly changing the angle, “you’re adorable when you’re flustered. i wanted you too,” Ford says suddenly, a little softer. “it was horrible not being able to touch you all week. i kept thinking about you, sweet—“

you interrupt him by kissing him for that, you just have to because you can never get enough of his lips. you drag him down into a kiss and breathe him in like you’ll die without it. and Ford groans right into your mouth, he’s louder this time, letting out sharp grunts and drawn-out moans, that gorgeous fucking voice of his breaking with each thrust. you love it. god, you love when he’s vocal, when he lets go and stops trying to hold himself back, when you can hear how good you make him feel and how much he's enjoying this too.

then, Ford's rhythm gets rougher as he straightens his back, holding himself up as he growls out, “sweetheart, can i go rougher?”

you gasp, nodding fast. “Ford, we talked about this, y-you don’t have to ask, just take what you need, please”

“thank you, my love, thank you, you don’t know how much i needed that.” his voice breaks on it, so full of need it makes your pussy throb.

he grabs your waist, lifts you off the bed slightly, holding you there suspended in the air as he slams into your soaked fluttering pussy again and again. and your cunt takes it like she was made for him, squelching wet and hot around his cock as he uses you like a fucking fleshlight, fast enough the bed is creaking beneath you, the headboard knocking.

“Ford— oh, god!” your head tilts back, pleasure spiking, spreading through your whole body. you love this. you love him when he’s this desperate and rough, that means he needed you really damn bad. “yes! oh, my god, yes!” you arch your back automatically, body tensing as he buries himself to the hilt, his cock brushing your cervix over and over, making your thighs spasm and your toes curl. tears suddenly stinging your eyes.

but Ford keeps pounding into you, determined to bring you to your third orgasm now, and it’s all too much, making your clit throb. your brows knit together in that desperate needy expression he lives for, pretty lips parted, chin wet from drool, cheeks flushed and streaked with tears.

“mine, you're mine,” you hear Ford through your own screams and just nod eagerly.

you swear, nothing feels better than Ford's thick cock stretching you like that, fucking into you like crazy, building the sweetest pressure in your gut. filthy sounds echoing off the walls of the room and god, you’re such a mess, sobbing, literally sobbing, with tears leaking down your temples. eyes glossy and unfocused, every inch of your body betrays you, twitching and fluttering around him like you were made to be filled like this.

“so wet for me,” he grits out, “god, listen to you, soaking me.”

you can’t even answer because you’re just moaning as he keeps thrusting roughly and deep into you like you’re just a toy in his hands. his toy. your hands scrabble helplessly at the sheets as your body climbs toward another high.

oh, you think, dazed, this is actually filthy.

you’re wet, too wet. not that it’s ever an issue with Ford because he gets you soaked, dripping and ruined just from his voice alone everyday. the sounds in the room are straight-up filthy, like something out of a fucking porn. slick, lewd noises every time he thrusts in, your cunt welcoming him, spreading your arousal everywhere.

the sheets beneath you are absolutely ruined and your thighs feel sticky and messy.

Ford has to feel it too, how effortlessly he slides in and out, how fucking easy your wet pussy swallows him every time. and he doesn’t stop. your head’s a haze of pleasure, but somewhere, deep in the rational part of your mind, a little warning bell rings and you hate it.

okay, let's think then. you’re wet, and that’s good, but something feels weirdly weird. you feel you're leaking like a damn waterfall, it gets too warm down there too. your moans taper off slightly, not enough for Ford to notice yet, but you’re thinking too much now, caught in a spiral of why is it so much and why does it feel different. your period is one week late. couldn’t be, right? right. . .

just in that moment Ford slides out and you almost yelp from the loss, but he presses the thick head of his cock against your aching clit, rubbing slow, teasing you like he knows you love. you barely suppress a whimper, melting in this feeling, but before he can push back in you open your eyes and whisper.

“Ford, stop.” you feel your stomach twist with nausea before you even look down.

but that makes him freeze immediately. “what? what happened? did i hurt you?” his voice sounds hoarse from all the moans and groans, but concerned still. he sits back on his heels, wide-eyed, hands hovering over your hips.

ignoring his questions and gathering your strength, you look down and there it is.

blood. a lot of it. smeared on his cock, slick on your inner thighs, staining the sheets beneath you.

“oh my god,“ you gasp. no. no, no, no, no. you’re about to fucking die.

Ford follows your gaze, sees the red, and panics. “holy multiverse! are you okay?? did i— was i too rough? fuck, sweetheart, i’m so sorry,“ he looks like he’s about to pass out from guilt, already reaching for you, checking you over like you’re injured.

“no, Ford, it’s not that, i—“ you squeeze your eyes shut, heat crawling up your face. embarrassment punches through you like a fucking bullet. your throat tightens and you barely get the next words out of yourself. “it’s, uh, my period.”

yeah, your period that just ambushed you, right in the middle of the most intense sex you've had in a month, and of course, it would happen now. during the one time you feel gorgeous, needed, good, loved and craved by your man.

silence. fucking silence. your worst fear is coming true now. you can’t even look at him. your hands tremble as you try to close your legs to hide yourself from this fucking shame, but Stanford who's still between them, doesn’t budge.

you’re bracing for it. for disgust, for Ford to pull away, wrinkle his nose and be mad or scold you or run to the shower or something—

“oh. well, that makes sense.”

your eyes snap open. “. . .what?”

Ford’s face softens. “considering the amount of blood that comes out during your period, i'd guess your cycle kicked in just as your uterus was having those strong contractions during climax. its. . . fascinating, really. i mean, maybe the orgasm actually triggered the bleeding? what do you think?“

“Ford, let’s NOT.”

he pauses and smiles. “oh. right. sorry, sorry.”

you exhale shakily, rubbing at your face. “god, this is so embarrassing.”

“why?” Ford frowns.

“why?? Ford, i literally just ruined everything. i got you all dirty and the sheets and— fuck, im so sorry! this is disgusting—“

through all your panicked monologue, you dont even notice Ford looking at you like wants to eat you alive.

your body is still sensitive, but the shame sits heavier than the pleasure now. you don’t even want to look at him. god, you were just bouncing on his cock, losing your mind on him, moaning into the mattress like a fucking animal and now you’re bleeding? how humiliating.

“anyways, this is—“

“not a big deal,” Ford finishes for you. “you're overthinking.”

you glare at him. “of course i'm overthinking, Ford. i just ruined—“

”ruined? is that what you think you did?”

“well, yeah, obviously.”

“sweetheart,” he moves closer, “why do you think that?”

“b-because sex is over now?” you flail an arm vaguely at the mess beneath you. ”we can't just—“

“sex is over?” he interrupts again, tilting his head, genuinely perplexed. because truly, he doesn’t understand the concept.

“uh. yeah. i mean, obviously? normal men wouldn’t want to keep going after.“

Ford’s expression tightens. “‘normal men’? darling, if you wanted a normal man, you wouldn’t be with a virgin who hops dimensions and gets annoyed by bad grammar.”

you stare, feeling the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from sheer humiliation. “so, you’re not mad you mean? or disgusted?”

“honey, there's nothing in your body that could make me mad or disgusted.” Ford huffs, wiping a smudge of blood off your thigh like it’s nothing but a wine spill.

and you want to believe him, you do, but god, your thoughts are spiraling again. he didn’t even get to finish, because you ruined everything. sheets soaked, mood killed, you were so close and now it’s all gone. and all of that is because of you.

“i still ruined it.” you admit and hate how ashamed you sound. “it was so good and now it’s just—“

“but darling,” Ford cuts in. he leans down, kisses your hipbone, tongue brushing so hot and tender it makes you twitch. “who said anything was ruined?”

“i mean, we can’t exactly keep going.”

“but why? who says i was ever going to stop?”

and it hits you. he hasn’t even finished. not once, he’d been so deep in you, feeling your pussy gripping him like a fucking vice that he didn’t even bother to chase his own orgasm.

you gape. “wait. you’re still—“

“hard?” he chuckles. “yes. painfully.”

“and you’re not mad?” you ask the same thing again, confused.

Ford kisses the inside of your knee. “the only thing i’m mad about is that i didn’t get to make you cum with my mouth first. you think I could be satisfied knowing I haven't tasted you yet?”

“wait, wait, wait, im—“ you start to panic when you realize what Ford is hinting at.

but it's too late because he's already gripping your thighs and spreading you open.

“you know we don't have to—“

”yes, we do,” he murmurs, “yes, we absolutely do.”

honestly, if you think Ford’s gonna let a little blood stop him from eating the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, sweetheart. . .please, you clearly don’t know how fucked in the head this man is for you.

because after a week of not having your body beneath him, this is nothing.

“but—“

“sweetheart, ive been waiting a week. a week. let me take care of you.”

god. this man, fuck. you want to be mad. really, you do. you want to groan, roll your eyes, throw a pillow at him for ruining your chance to bury your shame in silence. but the worst part is that he’s smiling in that awful, devastatingly gentle smile.

and oh fuck, you cry out, trying to twist away because you dont want to make him uncomfortable or anything, but Ford's strong arms are caging you in. “i love this pussy. love how wet you get for me. i don’t care if you’re bleeding, i care that you’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

“you’re insane,” you whisper, biting your lip.

“for you?” Ford grins against your skin, “absolutely.” and then he’s already lowering, teasing at your folds, unbothered by the mess, more turned on by your shuddering and beautiful whimpers. your blood is barely noticeable compared to the way you leak for him, messy and dripping still, your clit so swollen and sensitive, you jerk as soon as he touches it.

Ford's tongue slides against you like velvet, then circles, and flattens.

fuck, he’s good.

he groans when you grind into his mouth, and the sound rumbles right through your gut. your hips buck, and he holds you firm.

shit. you should’ve never taught him. you should’ve kept the knowledge to yourself, never guided his eager mouth and shown him the way your body sang under just the right pressure, never taken his trembling fingers in yours and said “no, baby, slower, feel how sensitive i am here?”

because now, Ford is using it against you.

he starts slow, tracing that familiar path from the crease of your thigh up to your clit, breathing you in like it’s a drug he’s been deprived of.

you want to scream, cry and curl up into nothing and vanish forever, but Ford is licking right over the spot that makes your legs kick, and you swear he smiles when you do. because he knows your body. knows your pulse, rhythm and your shame and he’s pulling it apart with every flick of his fucking tongue.

“so sensitive already,” his breath ghosting over your drenched folds. “you really thought we were done?”

you don’t even know what he’s doing anymore, only that it’s working. it’s so working. too well, in fact, because you’re not even thinking straight, brain full of static and white noise and the obscene sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy like he’s making up for every lost second of the week you went without.

and he has improved. god, he’s weaponized everything you taught him. the way you showed him to suck your clit gently, not too much, just a little pressure like he’s savoring it. . . yeah. he remembers. that damn freak

each groan against your clit is like a vibration in your bones, each sigh filled with hunger and fucking adoration, because you gave this to him. you taught him this. you trusted him to touch you, to taste you, so now you pay for this. your pussy’s so sensitive, sore from earlier, still fluttering and tender, but he doesn’t stop.

“F—Ford, please—“ you don’t even know what you’re begging for. mercy? more? less? it all blends together. hearing your weak voice, Ford smirks against your pussy and then moans as if the taste of your blood and arousal is some forbidden elixir that gets him drunk on you. “s’too good,” you cry out. “how are you this good now? you damn nerd, oh my god—“

you can't finish your sentence because he flattens his tongue and licks again, so slow, making a long drag from your entrance up to your clit that makes your hips jerk and your hands fist the sheets.

and fuck, fuck, he remembers this too, how you explained him how to circle his tongue just beneath the clit too, where your nerves are raw and sensitive, and now he’s there, swirling soft, teasing spirals that make you shudder down to the bone.

and then he sucks your clit deep into his mouth again, groans, sending vibrations through your entire pelvis, making your back arch and your legs twitch around his head.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” Ford's voice all fucked-up and hungry, and god he sounds ruined, “give it to me.”

his thick fingers slide in without resistance, two of them, slow and fucking perfectly angled, crooking just right, the pads of them brushing over your sweetest sensitive spot in lazy pulses. he’s stroking you like he’s trying to coax something out, and you’re so soaked that the sounds are filthy, wet and too obscene.

you whimper, trying to close your legs but his wide shoulders are there, unyielding, pinning you open.

Ford kisses your clit like he’s in love with it, and you feel your orgasm coming like a storm on the horizon, making your thighs shake violently around his head.

but what kills you is knowing that this is your fault because you made him this good. you trained him. shaped him. built him into this monster of a man who eats you out like you’re the center of the universe.

and now he’s fucking feral with it

you cry out, too breathless, feeling your cunt pulsing around his fingers now that he added third one, your clit is so swollen under his mouth. “you’re so perfect,” Ford pants, grinding his mouth into you, his fingers pumping harder now, “god, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? let me have it, sweetheart, give me that pretty orgasm.”

holy shit, you cum so fucking hard your body locks up, hips lifting off the bed, thighs clamping around his head, but that doesn't stop him. not even when you sob and beg, not even when your clit twitches and your hands shake, he’s still licking through it, swallowing you down. your pussy squeezes his fingers and leaks, your whole body folds inward.

but Ford holds you through it, tongue slowing to soft kisses, his fingers gently easing out.

“that’s my girl,” he breathes, smiling silly, chin wet with you.

“never knew you were such a freak, Ford,” you breathe, giggling through your tears, your fingers tightening in his silver hair. “i created a monster.”

Ford looks up, brown eyes glassy. “darling, didn’t you read my journals?”

you laugh breathlessly, still dizzy from your orgasm, but then it falters because your gaze flicks down to the blood. the mess. the ruined sheets and the guilt curling hot and tight in your chest.

“do you still love me?” you ask, unexpectedly even for yourself. “after all this. . . i ruined the bed and—“

Ford's heart breaks at that. he’s kissing your thighs before you can even blink, holding your hips like you’re something fragile. “hey. hey. look at me, sweetheart. you didn’t ruin a thing. you gave me you. and i’ve never wanted anything more. blood, tears, whatever. . . you think any of that changes how much i love you?”

you don't even notice how quickly a smile creeps onto your tear-stained face.

“you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever touched, and i’d ruin a thousand sheets for just one more taste of you.” and that’s what love sounds like in Ford’s voice.

[n30nwrites]

hiya neon <3

How you been ? ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

hope you're having a good day ~ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Anyways, can you write something fluffy about poly!141 and male reader

Just...cuddle piles bro...hhfjsjsk

-- 🪸anon

Like Real People Do (Poly!141 x Male Reader)

Sorry this wasn't long, a lot has happened in my life lol.

I've been okay, everything is turning up.

I debated on doing more but if It did it would've turned to angst so.

You were always tired, work didn't have to be stressful and you would still be tired. You think it had to do with interacting people, just talking could make you tired.

The only thing that could make it better, were the people that greeted you at your home.

Gaz is cooking. The smell swallows you and your stomach turns, growling for the food. You can tell its Gaz simply because of the smell of seasoning, something you were still helping the other three boys on. Soap and Ghost either did Microwavable dinners or take out, and Price thought that the only seasoning he should use is salt and pepper.

He's such an old man.

Your knees ached, as did your ankles and back. It was usually hurting, but you never got it checked out, didn't consider it important too.

The solo mission lasted 3 months, you know they had each other for company and some part of you questioned if they really needed you. If they could last without you for 3 months, what's the rest of their life?

Then Soap opens the door and grabs you like his life depends on it, and all that doubt disappears. He holds you, his arms wrapped around tight and your bag of items drops to reciprocate the hug. He feels like home.

They are home.

You attempt to let go and take a step forward but he still holds on, and you kind of just awkwardly shuffle into the door.

Ghost calls out your name and announces you're home. Price comes through the door wearing your favorite pair of sweatpants (that looked so good on him) and a tanktop, Ghost is in similar wear, and you could take a guest that they just stayed home all day.

"Soap you gotta let him go at one point." Soap is buried in your chest, pushing himself further so his words come out mumbled. "What is Gaz cooking?"

"How do you know it's Gaz cooking?" Price asks.

"Cause I can smell how good it is, you left the window open." You tell him which causes Ghost to go over and shut it, locking it as well.

"He's making some rogan josh-"

"Oh god..." You moaned, most of the food you ate was dry crackers (that tasted like cardboard) and some bad lasagna. You had always loved food, that was one downfall to being the governments rat. "God I'm starving."

"Thankfully you're home just in time." Gaz comes in wearing the stupid apron you got him, it's pink and frilly, a stupid gift because that was just the tradition on Christmas. Soap had gotten you a shirt that said 'Don't Bully Me I'll Cum :(' on it, which unironically became your favorite. You got Simon a shirt that said 'I Identify as an American Patriot and this is my Pride Flag' which the Brit hated but everyone else had a great time.

"Tell me you have naan."

He did

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You ate like you hadn't before, the dinner was delicious and it brought you all to the bedroom to rest like never before.

You laid against the pillows set up on the wall, Gaz was laying in between your legs and on your chest, Price was laying on your right side, his head resting on your shoulder as Ghost laid on the opposite with Soap on top of him, though with the way Soap was laying, he was on top of everyone. Soap was holding your hand as you rested your head on Ghost, the tv is playing a show called The Maid, it was interesting so far, you were going in and out of focus on it, more focus on your boyfriends next to you.

Eventually husbands, hopefully.

You took a glance to the side where the bedtable sat. You each got a drawer for your stuff, and in yours were five rings that took 5 paychecks to get. You were just waiting.

There would be a right time.

Soap's loud snores fill the air, and you laugh a little at how sudden it is, as does Ghost. The bed was crowded but none of you cared, it was perfect.

They were perfect.

"I love you guys." You mumble, and Price leans over to you, causing you to turn your head and kisses you. It's soft, not leading to anything and it's not holding expectations, it's warm and soft and everything to you. And when he stops, you just smile, because this was it.

[littleglutton]

VOICE KINK - AN AUDIO SHOWCASE

I'm going to begin posting these weekly, where I will showcase a specific Card/Date/Secret Time/Memoria with some of my favorite voice lines attached! Zayne is my main, so I will probably be working through his cards first for the time being, but I promise I will eventually get to everyone! All of the actors are incredible!

If you haven't found the time, the desire to look-up, or even just missed out on Zayne's spiciest Secret Times, I've brought you some morsels to peak your interest and hopefully even your love of Zayne's voice.

Today, we're focusing on the absolute sleeper-hit, that is, Silent Poem. I will never be over this particular secret time. Those who disagree can pry it from my cold, dead hands, and it will still live on in my memory.

I'm going to let this card ruin you all now too...

I suggest using headphones so you will also be able to hear every delicious detail! This whole card is quite suggestive, but for the love of God, the last three clips are pretty NSFW so PLEASE do not listen to this in a public environment if you're foregoing headphones!

I think I had a mini stroke when he said this.

I would also just like to preface this by saying I think Zayne has some of the best audible kisses in the game. They are JUICY.

Still alive? These next ones might just end you. I placed the MDNI banner, because these are by far the most intense parts of the card and there are definitely...noises...in the background. However, this is also officially in the game itself, which does not yet have a Mature rating, so do with that what you will.

Have you ever wondered what he sounds like when he...you know..? You can stop wondering now.

CHEEKY BOY! the levels of both playfulness and pure filth are astounding.

"Say my name." I think we have actually ascended now.

Roll call! Is everyone still in one piece? I'm definitely not!

This card RUINED ME in the best possible way. I went in completely blind when I was collecting all of these cards and was focused only on the gorgeous artwork.

Honestly, I went into this card expecting heartache, pain, and LORE. What did I get instead? Something completely unexpected and deliciously filthy. (AND YES, IT'S ALL OF THEIR CARDS, THE VISUALS SCREAM LORE BUT THE CONTENT SCREAMS "HOW IS THIS GAME NOT CONSIDERED 18+ YET?!)

As I've mentioned in my last three posts highlighting this man's sensational work through Tomorrow's Catch-22 banner, I am already this VA's biggest fan. He has my favorite voice of all the LI's (this is NOT hate, they are all PHENOMENAL and fit their characters incredibly well!)

Zayne's voice just happens to hit differently for me. It is definitely not for everyone, as clearly expressed by those who find him too stiff or monotone. And I agree, his voice is stiff. It absolutely is monotone when you first meet him and even through the first few dates and interactions you have with him. But here's the thing - it's supposed to be. He's supposed to be that stoic, unapproachable, awkward man who you really can't get a read on.

It's not as sinfully deep as Sylus', or dreamy like Xavier's. It's definitely not as playful as Rafayel's and it's not quite as charming like Caleb's.

Zayne's voice is dulcet. It's not incredibly deep, but it is pleasingly low and he speaks with an even, gentle cadence. Once you pass all the cute awkwardness of the first few dates, you start noticing it more and more. The difference becomes stark, so much so that people have even questioned if it was a different VA. But nope, same voice - just different situations and definitely different levels of intimacy!

(I also think with the OG 3 VAs, they evolved so much from all of their original content and have made these characters their own! Sylus' VA came in as a heavy-hitter from day one, he's incredible! I can listen to his voice all day. Caleb's voice is taking some time for me to really enjoy, but listening to some of his Secret Times have gotten me to fold a bit)

Zayne really hits his stride when him and MC are past that "will we, won't we" flirting phase. After that he's just an absolute menace, and his stoic voice suddenly comes alive with teasing and deadpan humor. You can hear the smiles and laughter in his voice, even if you don't always see it in his expression. And I think the VA does such a lovely job of it. He shows you that Zayne isn't cold or shy at all, and that beneath that reserve he's incredibly confident and flirty with MC.

Ok...I can go on and on and on (and I will in other posts, probably) so I'll pause here for now. Hope you had as much fun listening as I did clipping these. Hope they inspired some dreamy thoughts about our dear, big snowman and that he does indeed have some heat to him!

As always, see you in the next one.

If you have any suggestions/requests for upcoming showcases or even certain lines you want me to focus on, let me know!

[hyunjuenthusiast]

I don't know if you meant like writing a one-shot or something was available but if it is can you do something with Hyun-ju x femreader! ?? Maybe angst or yandere or both?!

Yesssss my requests are definitely open!! Hopefully I do right by you anon with this goated af request! Let me cook!

BITTERSWEET (PART 1)

Summary: Y/n has always been sweet to everyone, no matter their background or their appearance. So what happens when Y/n is sweet to the wrong person?

Pairing: Yandere Hyun-ju! x Femreader!

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, stalking, obsession, angst, breaking and entering, abandonment issues, talk of transphobia, drugging. (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

Y/n L/n was raised to always treat people with kindness, no matter who they were. Her parents taught her that besides love, the most important thing was kindness, and now that her parents have passed, she keeps those values close. When Y/n first moved to South Korea, she didn't know the language all that well. But even so, she didn't have difficulties making friends who taught her how to speak Korean. Her bright smile and cheery attitude tributed to that.

On one particularly hot summer day, Y/n was talking a stroll through a few local shops. One shop in particular was her favorite. It sold these cute little pastries that had the most delectable chocolate mousse in the middle, and she deserved one! Her week had been so hectic, so swamped with paperwork and drama, so she was rewarding herself with a sweet treat!

As she opened the door, Y/n was hit with the most mouth-watering smell of desserts. This shop not only had her favorite pastries, but it had everything a sweet tooth could crave. But she could never stray away from her delicious pastries. Y/n quickly stood in line behind a few other people.

The line moved slowly, but that was okay. She wasn't in a rush. She heard the door open once more, and she turned to see a tall woman enter the shop. She had the prettiest pastel purple sweater on and a long black skirt! Y/n noticed the woman had on simple winged eye liner and mascara.

Maybe Y/n was staring a bit longer than she thought because the woman started fidgeting with her hands nervously after she got in line behind her, and she quickly turned her head back around, not wanting to seem rude. But that sweater was just so cute!

Y/n turns her head again, and the woman quickly averts her eyes to the floor. "I really like your sweater! Where'd you get it?!" Y/n asks with a soft smile. The woman looks up hesitantly, almost looking at Y/n in confusion. "I-I don't remember, I-Im sorry" the woman says, obviously anxious.

Y/n gives her a small smile. "Oh, that's okay! It's just so pretty!" Y/n says. The woman looks at her, her gaze softening. Could it be that someone was actually complimenting her? Well, her sweater, but this girl didn't seem to be mocking her. "Oh um thank you" the woman says with a blush, making Y/n smile.

The line moves a little more. "I'm Y/n, by the way!" She says, once again turning her head to the woman. "Hyun-ju. I-Im Hyun-ju." The woman says back in a whisper. "That's a pretty name, a pretty name and a pretty sweater, I'm jealous!" Y/n says, finally hlgetting a smile from the woman.

"I can take who's next!" The cashier says, making Y/n realise it was her turn in line. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Y/n says, starting to order her little sweet treat. "That's all! Thank you!" She says. "Alright, that'll be 5.11 w-" before the cashier could finish her sentence, Hyun-ju steps up from behind Y/n and hands the money to her. Making Y/n look up at her.

"You don't have to do that!" Y/n says, not expecting this stranger to be so nice! In return, Hyun-ju just gives her a soft smile, earning a scoff from someone behind them in line. Ytn turns to see an older man looking at them in what seems to be disgust, making Y/n's eyebrows furrow.

Hyun-ju also seems to notice the man and becomes more tense. "It's no problem," she says softly to Y/n. Hyun-ju looks down at her so softly. It makes Y/n that this woman wasn't used to receiving any sort of compliment.

The man checks his watch behind them. "How long is this going to take? Huh? Just because you can't decide your gender doesn't mean the rest of us have to suffer you choosing a damn pastry!" He says with a scowl. Y/n looks at him in shock at his audacity. It's been a long week, and this assho- this man, she corrects herself, doesn't seem to understand patience or respect for that matter.

Y/n looks to Hyun-ju, noticing her fallen expression and her slightly teary eyes. She turns back to the man with a rare glare. "What'd you say?" She asks the man softly, making him roll his eyes, almost repeating himself before Y/n inturupts him. "Oh, I'm sorry that was rhetorical. Though, you probably don't know what that means, considering you don't know what patience is. Does being an asshole come naturally, or is that just a special talent?" She asks the man, making his jaw slightly drop. "You can't speak to me like th-" she inturupts again. "Why not? You clearly don't think before you speak to other people. I've had a real shit week, mister, and people like you don't make it any better." She says with a hint of bitterness.

"Look at her," she says, hinting towards Hyun-ju. "What did she do to you to deserve such disrespect? Hmm? Just because old fucks like you can't fathom sharing the earth with people who don't look or act like you does not give you the right to judge or comment." Y/n says, getting a little fed up. "So I suggest you get that stick out of your ass and start acting like a gentleman before I do it for you!" She somewhat shouts that last part, making the man's face pale slightly.

Once Y/n gets that off her chest, she turns back around, seeing Hyun-ju and the cashier looking at her. She blushes, clearing her throat. "Sorry, I guess I'm just a little hungry." She says, earning a chuckle from the cashier. Hyun-ju is looking at her a bit differently, though. "I'm sorry, Hyun-ju, I didn't mean to embarrass you," she says softly, making Hyun-ju shake her head. "You didn't." The woman says to Y/n.

After both Y/n and Hyun-ju get their orders, Y/n turns back to the man. "I suggest the chocolate mousse pastry. It'll help sweeten you up!" She says with a giggle and walks towards a table, sitting down with her treat, but before she can take a bite, she looks up to see Hyun-ju standing there. "I'm sorry, m-may I sit with you?" The tall woman asks, making Y/n smile.

"Of course, please." Y/n gestures to the chair in front of her. Hyun-ju sits with her plate of what looks to be mochi. "Oh, I love the green tea mochi!" She says to Hyun-ju, making the woman smile. "It's one of my favorites. What's that?" She asks Y/n, looking at her plate. Y/n gasps. "This is perfection! It's a chocolate mousse pastry, I'm not really sure how to pronounce the name, but it's so good! Do you wanna try it?!" She asks Hyun-ju with excitement. Hyun-ju blushes. "I-I don't have a fork," She says, making Y/n giggle.

"Just take a bite, silly! You have a pretty smile, so I trust you!" Oh, she had Hyun-ju as red as a tomato. "O-Okay" Hyun-ju takes a bite. "It's good." Kaley giggles again. "It's the best thing on the menu! But good is a good word, I guess." they both laugh.

Hyun-ju fiddles with her hands. "T-Thank you, for earlier, I mean. I usually just ignore those kinds of things," She says softly. Y/n frowns. "You don't have to thank me, Hyun-ju. You're so pretty. Please don't listen to people like that" She says to the woman, which leads to them talking for a while, not about the mean comments but about each other, their likes and dislikes, just getting to know each other.

Over the next few weeks, Y/n and Hyun-ju become friends, mostly meeting up at the bakery for a treat, sometimes texting, just a casual friendship........at least that's what it is to Y/n.

Hyun-ju had never been treated this way in all of her life. The closest she's ever come to it was with Young-Mi. After she lost Young-Mi in the games, she never thought she would find someone who would accept her, but Y/n was different. Y/n was sweet, kind, and beautiful. Y/n was taking up all the space in Hyun-ju's mind. Not in a normal crush type of way either...Hyun-ju wanted Y/n for herself. And she decided...that should would have Y/n all to herself, she knew where the girl lived after all.

Y/n had just finished a 12-hour shift at the hospital, and she was exhausted. She looked forward to taking a hot bath and going to sleep!

She tiredly unlocked her front door to her little home. It was well past midnight, so it was dark but quiet. She closes her door, putting the keys in the bowl, taking her shoes off, stretching. She was so glad to be home......

What's that smell? Y/n thinks to herself. She quickly walks to her kitchen and pales immediately. Someone was in her home... they had something cooking... she didn't see them sneak up behind her, a sharp prick to her neck and a muffled voice behind her, she was unable to make out what the voice had said and she fell back into their arms, unconscious.

Y/n comes to with a whimper. She reaches up to rub at her head but can't... she looks down, her vision blurry, but she knew... her hands were bound. And she appeared to be in a baby pink dress...she didnt own a baby pink dress. She could feel a cloth tied on her head...a gag. She quickly and scaredly tries to get her hands free, only to be met with soft shushing.

"Shhhh shhh shhh, it's okay." Someone says. That makes Y/n's eyebrows furrow...she knows that voice. She looks up, and sees her friend. Hyun-ju. Y/n whimpers in confusion. What was happening?

"Shhhhh, I promise it's okay, sweet girl," Hyun-ju says, reaching over and caressing Y/n's cheek. "I'm so sorry I had to do this, I-I...I made you your favorite dish! I even put extra cheese in it, just how you like!" Hyun-ju says nervously, walking to the oven and getting out the pan. "I also made bread to go with it, a-and I went to the market to get a nice wine!" She says, trying to cheer the scared girl up.

Y/n looks at her pleadingly, and Hyun-ju melts. Coming to kneel in front of the trembling girl. "I-I know you're probably scared right now, I understand Y/n, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I promise I'll explain everything, okay?" She says softly, trying to appear non-threatening. Y/n hesitantly nods, and Hyun-ju smiles.

Hyun-ju reaches up but hesitates. "Please don't scream, okay? I don't want to have to gag you again, sweet girl." She tells Y/n, making the girl nod in response. Hyun-ju gently slides the gag down.

"H-Hyun-ju? W-whats happening? W-what are y-you doing?" Y/n asks scaredly. Hyun-ju gives her the softest look she's ever seen. "Why don't we dig in first? Hmm? I know you love pasta." Hyun-ju says softly.

"H-How can I eat? M-My hands are tied. " Y/n tries. "I'll feed you," Hyun-ju says, and Y/n pales. "We'll have to let it cool. It's still hot from the oven. How about some wine in the meantime? I got red, but if you prefer white, I brought that just In case- Oh honey, don't cry, " She says, reaching over and gently wiping Y/n's tears away. "Your mascara will bleed," Hyun-ju whispers, caressing just under Y/n's eye.

"D-Did you undress me?" Y/n asks scaredly. Hyun-ju looks down a bit. "I did. But I only put on the dress, I didn't touch or look, I promise, I'd never do that, I'd never hurt you." She says. "And you look......so beautiful, Y/n. I saw that dress at a small boutique, and I knew you'd look just breathtaking in it." Hyun-ju says in awe.

Hyun-ju goes over to the counter, grabbing the red wine. "Is red okay? Or do you prefer white?" Y/n doesn't answer, to focused on the fact that her so-called friend had drugged her and changed her and now had her tied up in her own damn kitchen.

"Y/n?" Hyun-ju says, snapping Y/n from her thoughts. Hyun-ju gives her a smile. "Do you prefer red or white?" Y/n looks down. "Red," She whispers, though Hyun-ju still hears her.

Hyun-ju smiles as she sets down both glasses on the table. She brings one up to Y/n's mouth, but Y/n turns her head away. "How do I know you didn't put-?" Before she can finish, Hyun-ju takes a sip from Y/n's glass. When she swallows, she gives Y/n a soft look once again. "I would never. That drug was a one time thing, I promise, sweet girl."

She holds the glass back up to Y/n's lips, and this time, Y/n takes a sip. Oh, it was good, like really good. Like rich people wine. "Good?" Hyun-ju asks as she sets Y/n's glass down. Y/n nods in return.

"Why are you doing this, Hyun-ju?" Y/n finally asks. Hyun-ju sits across from her, fiddling with her hands. "You're so sweet, Y/n. I've never met someone like you, someone who stands up for people like me, someone who understands me, who compliments me. I-I know that doesn't mean you like me in that sense, I'm not delusional. " she laughs sadly. "But I have grown to love you, Y/n. I know it's only been a short time, but I do love you. You have my heart."

What. The. Fuck. Y/n says in her head. This is some Joe Goldberg type of shit. Jesus Fucking Christ. "H-Hyun-ju..." Y/n says nervously. "Shhhh shhh, I know, it's okay. I just need to explain that's all, I promise I won't hurt you. I know what you must be thinking, but I promise it's not like that." Hyun-ju says pleadingly.

"I used to know someone, w-who was kind of like you, her name was Young-Mi." Hyun-ju says with a sad smile. "W-Was?" Y/n says shakily. "She was killed i-in a game," Hyun-ju says, tearing up. "A game? The fuck? What game?" Y/n asks. "Y/n... I know this won't sound real. It'll make me sound even more crazy than you already think I am... but I was kidnapped, and I had to play 6 games in order to leave."

Y/n just looks at her, kind of like you'd look at someone with two heads. "I know. I know. But it's true. At first, I was willing, because I would win money. The first game was red light, green light. Then, six legs, then m-mingle." She says, a tear falling at the last one. "The fourth game was Jack and Jill, then the monkey bars, and then the last game was human chess."

"Young-Mi died during mingle." Hyun-ju says, making Y/n shrink into herself a bit. "She was so shy, so sweet, s-she was my responsibility, and I failed her. But that won't happen this time. This time will be different. I won't let anything happen to you." Y/n flinches back as Hyun-ju caresses her cheek once more. "Please don't be scared, Y/n, I promise, nothing bad will happen to you. I love you."

"Y-You're fucking crazy." Y/n whispers. Hyun-ju's lip quivers. "P-Please don't say that." Y/n's eyes widen as Hyun-ju picked up a bag...the same bag she would bring to the bakery. Hyun-ju opens it, and it's filled to the brim with money. "I was awarded 45.6 billion won. But I had to watch everyone die." Hyun-ju says sadly. "But not you. I'll never let anything hurt you, sweet girl. This time will be different." She says as she gets up and scoops some pasta onto a plate.

SOOOO???? WHAT DID WE THINK?! I def need some practice, but I think it turned out pretty good?! This took me foreverrrr😭