#just finished that beaded boy. he was a bitch to do but i finally made it

[thatkinkyautistic]

Aw yeah, the gangs all together now

[neteyamssyulang]

Edging

Day 20

Pairing: Lo’ak aged up x Fem Omaticaya reader

Summary: You’ve been busy all day with hardly any time for your beloved mate, so once your finally done you decide to give your mate a small surprise.

Warnings: Handjob, Sub Lo’ak, Dom Reader, Whiny Lo’ak, Oral (M receiving), Mommy kink, Edging ofc.

Word count: 955

Translation(s): Yawne -> Beloved, Muntxatan -> Male spouse, Paskalin -> Honey.

A/N: I love subby lo’ak thou I’m not sure how well this will do 🥲

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna

Your day was exhausting, having not only to do your chores but also Amitsa’s chores. The bitch just gave them to you while she faked being sick, sometimes you just wanna throw her to a palulukan and leave.

Unfortunately you can’t, and because of her you don’t have any time for your lovely mate. Normally you have time to sneak off and spend time with him before heading back and finishing up but thanks to Amitsa you can’t.

Eventually you finish up and start the walk back to your hut, it’s not that long maybe 5 or so minutes before you enter seeing your mate sharpening his spear for the hunt tomorrow.

“Hey mamas” Lo’ak beams looking at you before getting up pulling you into a warm embrace. “My sweet boy, did you miss me?”

He nodded his head “Missed you so much..” You smile softly “I’m sorry baby.. Amitsa faked being sick so she gave her chores to me.”

Lo’ak tenses hearing her name, see before he was with you he had been with her except she treated him so badly. She didn’t care lo’ak had separation separation anxiety, instead of holding or being close to him she’d shove him away and go hang around her male friends.

She’d use him for her pleasure only, when he went home late after training she expected HIM to fetch their food, she wouldn’t wear anything he made for her. What hurt him the most was when he planned a surprise for her birthday but as he went through the flap of her hut he saw her getting railed by someone else.

It broke your heart when he told you all of this, so naturally it took awhile for him to trust anyone again. You and him were friends until out of the blue one day you asked to court him, he was confused on why you’d wanna be with him thinking low of himself.

You gave him all the reasons why, he was funny, kind, bit of a skxawng at times but nevertheless you loved him. Each day you brought him new courting gifts like neck pieces, armbands, waist beads, or even his favorite food. He was nervous but he returned the favor making you a beautiful beaded necklace which you happily accepted and wore with pride.

Even to this day you have it on, you loved the way his face lit up when you wore the gifts he made. A week after your courting you got his parents blessing as he got your parents blessing. The two of you became bonded for life that night and you’ve never been more happy.

“Shh it’s ok” you hold him closer rubbing soothing things circles along his back. “You don’t have to deal with her anymore ma’muntxatan..”

He sighs pulling away “I know, I’m grateful to have you now yawne, you don’t know how much you mean to me” he kisses your cheek softly.

You smile and pepper kisses all over his face making him giggle, it was so cute. But looking down your not surprised to see the outline of his already hard cock, he only got this way with you, not anyone else, not even her.

“Already hard Paskalin?” You grin looking back up at his face, his beautiful blue skin now has a faint pink hue on it.

You drop down to your knees untying his loincloth, his cock springs out slapping against his stomach making him groan.

Slowly you kiss your way up from his balls all the way to his tip giving him kitten licks. Your mate moans softly “Mommy please..”

“Please what darling? Use your words” you say looking up at him. The pink hue on his face is more prominent now, he gulps looking down at you.

“I..” he licks his lips “I need your mouth wrapped around me..” Your ears perk up and you smile, “Good boy” praising him before you take him into your mouth.

Lo’ak moans moving his hands to fist your hair which you slap away. He’s about to protest when he sees your eyes narrowed at him.

You start moving bobbing your head taking him as far as you can without gagging. The hut fills with the sweet sound of his whimpers

His cock throbs in your mouth signaling he was about to cum, but before he could you pulled off his cock with a pop.

“Mommy why..” he whines, “Shh sweet boy, you’ll get what you want.” Taking his cock in your hand you begin to pump him gradually picking up speed.

He groans holding back his whimpers making you tsk “Be a good boy and let mommy hear your pretty little whimpers.”

You swipe your thumb over the slit in his cock coaxing out his whimpers, “Pl-please can I cum?”

“Not yet sweet boy”, your mates desperate cries fill your ears as once again you pull off him at the last second.

Tears roll down his face “Why do you tease me like this?”, “I’ll be worth it yawne” you coo slowly starting to pump his shaft again.

Lo’ak whines from his cock being so sensitive after you denying him release. His hips gradually thrust towards into you making you take more of him down your throat.

Deeming it has gone far enough you allow him to fuck your throat raw as he chases his orgasm. Broken moans and sobs leave him as he gets near that sweet sweet release you kept on denying him.

With one last thrust he holds your face against his pelvis cumming down your throat, as he pulls away you swallow everything licking your lips.

“T-thank you mamas..” he pants smiling softly.

“Anything for my good boy.”

[aspenmissing]

𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

In the warehouse, John pulls up in his truck, gets out and checks the antique gun, then takes out rosary beads and a flask of holy water. He starts looking around and sees a tank on the roof. John is jogging along an alley, stopping to check the pipes that run along its walls and then continuing.

==

At Monica's house, Sam, Dean, and Y/N sit in the Impala, the Colt between the two boys. They watch through the window as Monica and her husband finish dinner.

"Maybe we should tell 'em it was a gas leak. Might get 'em out of the house for a few hours."

"Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?"

"Yeah," Sam thinks some more. "We could always tell 'em the truth." Y/N just looks at Sam for a long moment, one eyebrow raised.

"Nah!" The three say in unison.

"I know, I know. I just... with what's coming for these folks."

"Sam, we only got one more, and you know it, all right? We gotta wait for that demon to show itself, and then we get it before it gets them." The three look back at the house for a while.

"I wonder how Dad's doing."

"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up."

"I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up." They kept watching the house.

==

John is standing on the roof next to the tank. Meg appears in the foreground. She slowly looks around then up at the water tank. John is not there. She moves inside. John is hiding behind the tank. He checks the coast is clear, then climbs the ladder. He opens the lid, holds the rosary up, speaks in Latin, and drops the rosary into the water.

==

"This is weird," Sam says.

"What?" Y/N asks.

"After all of these years, we're finally here. It doesn't seem real."

"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job, like always," Dean says.

"Yeah, but this isn't like always."

"True."

"Dean, Y/N...ah... I wanna thank you."

"For what?" The two say in unison.

"For everything. You two always had my back, you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you two. And ah... I don't know, I just wanted to let you guys know, just in case."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you kidding me?" Dean says.

"What?"

"Don't say just in case something happens to you. I don't wanna hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?"

==

Meg stands in the middle of the room. She hears a creak and turns. John is walking towards her. He stops a few feet away.

"John, you made it. Too bad, really. I was hoping to kill more of your friends."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"I can see where your boys get their looks. Oh, that glare, now I know where Y/N got that from. Though I must admit, considering what they say about you, I thought you'd be... taller." John just stares at her. "Well, aren't you the chatty one. You wanna get to business? Fine. Why don't you just hand over the gun?"

"If I give you the gun, how do I get out of here?" John asks.

"If you're as good as they say you are, I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"Maybe I'll just shoot you."

"You wanna shoot me, baby? Go ahead. There’s more where I came from." Another guy walks out of the shadows.

"Who the hells that?"

"He's not nearly as much fun as I am, I can tell you that. So, I suggest you give us the gun." John stares at the other demon for a long moment, then back at Meg.

"Now!" John hands over the gun to Meg, but first, she checks it out. "This is the colt?" John nods. She hands the gun over to the other demon. "What do you think?" The other demon looks at it, pointing at the wound. "You shot me! I can't believe you just shot me!" The other demon looks at John.

"It's a fake." He throws the gun away. Meg also turns to look at John.

"You're dead, John. Your boys are dead. Your daughter is dead." John backs slowly away.

"I've never used the gun. How could I know it wouldn't work?" Meg advances.

"I'm so not in the mood for this. I've just been shot."

"Well then I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real."

"That's funny, John. We're going to strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny." A noise of gas escaping distracts Meg for a split second, and John runs into the other room, locking the door and going down a hatch into the alley he was in earlier, lined with pipes. Meg and the other demon kick open the door and follow. John reaches the other end and turns on a tap. Water starts gushing over the floor. The other demon, now in front of Meg, pauses, then continues. As he walks through the water, his feet begin steaming, and he jumps backward, yelling, "Holy water, John. Real cute." John takes off.

==

"Dad's not answering," Dean says, holding his phone to his ear.

"Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad."

"Yeah, well." The radio starts chattering with static.

"Dean, wait. Listen." Sam rolls the dial on the radio, hearing more static come and go. The wind picks up, and the light in the house flickers. Dean turns to look at Sam, Y/N doing the same. "It's coming." The three jump out of the car.

==

John makes it back to his truck to find all the tires slashed.

"Damn it." He runs around the side of the building.

==

Dean uses a card to slide the lock on the front door and opens it, and they enter silently. As they approach the lounge, Sam first, then Dean, Y/N is confronted by a man, who swings a bat at her head – missing and smashing a lamp instead.

"Get out of my house!" Y/N quickly closes in and grapples with him, grabbing the bat. "Get out of my house!"

"Please, please. Mr. Holden, please." Y/N easily takes control, swinging him against the wall and holding the bat across his throat. Dean walks over.

"Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you," Dean says, sharply.

"Charlie? Is everything okay?" Monica asks from upstairs.

"Monica, get the baby!"

"Don't go in the nursery!"

"You stay away from her!" He struggles to get away from Y/N. She backhands him, knocking him unconscious, and Dean puts him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Upstairs, Monica, in her nightgown, pushes the door to the nursery open. A dark figure stands over Rosie's crib.

"What are you..." The figure raises his hand, and Monica is flung back against the wall. Sam races up the stairs and along the corridor as Monica slides up the wall and onto the ceiling. He enters the room, and the dark figure turns to him, yellow eyes shining. Sam hesitates, frozen and staring.

"Rosie!" Sam raises the Colt and pulls the trigger. The demon disappears into smoke. Monica, screaming, falls to the floor.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"My baby!" Monica stands, trying to move toward the crib, and is caught by Sam. "My baby!"

"No, wait!" Monica starts fighting Sam to get out of his arms. "MY BABY!" Y/N runs past them to the crib.

"Take her and go!"

"Rosie!"

"Come on"

"My baby!" Sam forces her out of the room.

"Y/N's got her." Y/N quickly wraps the blankets around the baby and pulls her up as the crib explodes into flames, and she races out of the room.

==

John runs down a dead end and stops, looking around and gasping for breath. He grabs for his phone, but as he raises it, he is flung against the wall, losing his grip on the phone. He hits the wall, groaning in pain. The male demon appears as John begins to slide up the wall and stands in front of him, smiling.

==

The nursery window explodes outward, flames shooting out. Monica appears from the smoke-filled front doorway, guided by Sam and Dean. Both are coughing. Holden staggers up from where he was lying on the grass.

"You get away from my family."

"No, Charlie, don't. They saved us." Y/N runs out to join them, holding the baby. Monica begins to cry. "I mean, they saved us." Monica takes the baby from Y/N, and her husband puts his arms around both of them. Monica turns to the Winchesters. "Thank you." A devastated Sam, Dean, and Y/N turn back to the burning house. The demon is silhouetted in the burning nursery, standing completely still, and Sam starts to go back inside.

"It's still in there!" Dean and Y/N grab Sam.

"Sam. Sam, no." Sam struggles.

"Dean, Y/N, let me go, it's still in there."

"No. It's burning to the ground, it's suicide," Y/N says.

"I don't care!" Sam yells.

"We do!" Dean shouts. The three look back up as the flame rises again, and the demon disappears.

===

Back in their motel room, Dean paces while holding the phone to his ear, listening to it ring out. Sam sits on the bed, Y/N next on a chair at the table, and Dean becomes frustrated.

"Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it." He hangs up. "Something's wrong." Sam stares at the wall, giving great bitchface. "You hear me? Something's wrong."

"If you two had just let me go in there, I could've ended all this."

"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life," Y/N says.

"You didn't know that," Dean walks towards the bed.

"So, what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?" Sam stands up.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're damn right I am."

"Well, that's not going to happen, not as long as we're around." Dean gestures to himself and Y/N.

"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've even cared about."

"Sam I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over."

"What?"

"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing."

"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom," Y/N stands and walks over to the two.

"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back," she says. Sam totally loses it, grabs Y/N and shoves her hard against the wall. Sam looks angry and upset.

"Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you dare say that." Dean was about to get him off but Y/N stops him.

"Sam look. The four of us... that's all we have... and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... and without you, Dean or Dad..."

"Dad," Sam says upset. He lets go and hugs her. She takes deep breaths and hugs him back, stroking his back. Sam has tears in his eyes and looks to Dean.

"He should have called by now. Try him again." Dean raises his phone.

==

John's phone sits on a bench, ringing. Meg wanders over and picks it up. She looks at the screen, smiles to herself and answers.

"You three really screwed up this time."

"Where is he?" Dean asks angrily.

"You're never going to see your father again."

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

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Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

[xxreader-writerxx]

Seven Minutes In Heaven

Word Count: 1.8k

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: Somewhat brief smut in the beginning, cursing, use of condom, underage drinking,

A/N: My mind won’t let go of this idea. And I made some inaccurate things. Come at me. But don’t really I’m an adorable, fragile, cute hufflepuff.

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House, Y/N/N: Your Nickname

I walk into Fred’s dorm as he guides me not separating our heavy kiss. He tries closing the door and lock it but keeps missing the lock chuckling against my lips. He places his forehead against mine. “Damn door...” He mumbles laughing lightly and I bite my lip to hold in my laughter. “You can lock it Freddie.” I tell him and he gives me a quick peck before turning and locking the door. The party muffled by the wooden barrier between us and the raging celebration for Gryffindor winning the latest game. He turns back smiling and resumes our kiss. We walk to the bed, falling on it when my legs hit the edge. He laughs against my lips and I start to pull off his shirt.

“Are you sure darling?” He asks after pulling it off. I nod shyly and he smiles climbing on top of me leaving love bites all over my neck and I stop him quickly. “Do you have a condom?” I ask and he reaches into his pocket. He pops up searching hgis person. “Shit. I don’t. Don’t worry I will get it j-just stay here.” He tells me kissing me longingly before shoving his shirt over his head. “Ok.” I mumble as he sighs quietly. I pull him in for one more kiss as he finally pulls away to run out the door.

***Fred’s POV***

I race through the party looking for the one person I know always has a condom at a party. The man with an actual girlfriend instead of pining after one gorgeous girl non-stop. Well I guess I’m not anymore based on Y/n asking if there could be strings attached, if this could mean we could be together, and I stupidly answered with ‘Consider me pinocchio.’ which she cutely answered with ‘So you want to end up with no strings?’ Which made me fall harder than I already did.

I run over to where George is snogging with Angelina and grab his wallet. He slams his hand on the wallet turning to me. “The fick you think you’re doing mate?” He asks and I tug at the wallet. “I need a condom.” I say and he scoffs. “The bloody hell you need it for? Who would fuck you?” He chuckles and I smack the back of his head. “A hot girl who is laying in my bed right now.” I say finally stealing the wallet, digging through. He gets up trying to take it. I grab the stack and look at him squirting. “Why the hell do you have so many who’s fucking you this much?” I ask and he tries grabbing it. “Babe I have like ten in my drawer in my dorm. Give him at least one.” Angelina says and I point at her. “It’s the dignity of it.” He says.

After minutes of fighting I finally get annoyed. “Fine. Rock paper scissors for it. I win, I get it. I lose, I don’t.” I tell him and he nods. We play and he wins cheering for himself. “Fine shit head.” I say and grab my pocket knife cutting the packages. “Fuck you.” I say running off. I find Lee and he looks at me confused. “Have you seen Y/n? I can’t find her.” He asks and I shrug. “Dunno but do you have a condom?” I ask and he nods, digging through his wallet. “Here.” He says and hands me the one my size. I look at him with an eyebrow raised. “What? I’m the dad of the group. I gotta know these things.” He says and I just shake my head running off.

***Your POV***

I waited playing with my skirt for Fred to come back fearing he was just doing a cruel prank on me. I hear the door burst open and Fred breathing heavily. “Thank Godric.” He breathes out walking over quickly to kiss me. “Why did I hear George banging on the door?” I ask when we separate. “I cut his greedy condoms in half” He mumbles and I laugh as he kisses me hungrily soon melting into the kiss. He tears off his shirt and before pulling mine off looks up at me and I nod at the silent question for consent. He pulls it off and moves from my neck to my chest leaving small purple spots on my breasts.

“God I’ve been wanting to do this forever...” He mumbles and I nod in agreement, running my fingers through his ginger hair.

I’m soon underneath him moaning his name as he thrusts harder and harder into me, kissing my chest messily. “Faster Freddie….” I moan out and he complies, going harder and faster at a bruising pace. He pulls my leg over his shoulder adding a better angle making us both moan louder than before. “Go on darling tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He says slowing a little to kiss my thigh before going faster.

A few more minutes later and we both moan out in our fast brough orgasms. Fred pulls out and soon plops down next to me smiling with sweat beading over his eyebrows. “Godric we should’ve done that long ago.” He breathes out smiling goofily. I just nod just trying to catch my breath. He rubs my thighs lightly, kissing my hips. “Are you alright?” He asks and my smile widens as I nod happily.

***

I wake exhausted and mixed in Fred’s legs. The night was filled with amazing sex and more amazing aftercare from Fred. Now the amazing ginger locked boy is fast asleep. I smile at his calm face that is hidden behind his hair and highlighted by the sun peaking through his window. I kiss his forehead as he hums lightly in his sleep.

I start moving to get up but he tries grabbing me pulling me in. “Stay...” He mumbles and I laugh. “I’m getting food...” I sing into his ear and he ignores me nuzzling into my chest. “Don’t...” He mutters into my chest and I chuckle. “I’ll kiss you if you let me get food.” I offer and he puckers his lips and I place a peck on his lips. I shuffle out of his grasp as he whines lightly. “Baby....” He cries and I laugh. “I’ll be back. Keep being cute.” I tell him and he gives a lazy salute before hugging his pillow.

Me and Fred have been dating since the fateful party three weeks ago. We decided not to tell the group for the pure chaos of it. Agreeing we will tell them at least at two months if they haven’t cracked the case. I get to the great hall grabbing a plastic to-go tupperware from the edge of the table and walk over to the group. I dig through the food, placing a breakfast for me and Fred in the tupperwares. When I finish I kiss the boys heads goodbye and the girl’s cheeks getting a playful smack on the arse from Katie.

I get back to Fred’s dorm to see him still entangled in his sheets. I strip from my shorts and jumper quickly then sit on the bed, rubbing his legs lightly. “Hi baby...” I hum and he looks at me grumpily. “Why did you take so long...” He whines and I hold up the food. “I got you pancakes” I tell him and he sits up smiling. “I love you...” He mutters and I kiss his forehead nodding.

We eat together joking around until we finish and Fred gets bored tackling me into a cuddle. “Love me!” He exclaims while tackling me evilly. He kisses my neck lightly making me giggle

***

Me and Fred enter the common room joking around about a strange debate when George calls us over. “Before we go over. I wanted to ask. Is Saturday still good for Hog’s Head?” He asks and I nod smiling. We plop down in the circle they made. “What are we playing?” Fred asks and George smiles. “Truth or Dare.” He tells him and we nod compliantly.

We moved into George’s dorm after an hour of playing.“Katie truth or dare?” George asks and she picks dare. “I dare you… To take off an article of clothing every time someone picks a dare.” He says earning a slap on the head from me and Angelina.

A few more minutes later and I get picked. “Ummm Dare.” I say and Katie smiles. “Sit on George’s lap.” She says plainly and we all but Fred laughs. “Katie… I thought we both knew I liked Fred.” I whisper in her ear and she smiles. “Yeah, make him jealous...” She whispers and I chuckle, shaking my head. I try to move but feel Fred’s grip on my wrist behind our backs where he was holding my hand. “Don’t” He whispers in my ear and I find my way out of his firm but not tight grip. I move over and George laughs, shaking his head. “Godric, this is weird. You’re like my sister Y/N/N” George laughs and I nod agreeing.

An hour later we’re all giggly but I feel Fred’s stare on me the whole time. “Ok dare.” I say and Katie groans, tearing off her skirt. “You all suck.” She mumbles and I laugh. “Ok… I dare you to spin this bottle whoever it lands on you have to spend seven minutes in heaven with whoever it lands on.” Angelina tells me and I nod, grabbing the bottle in her hand. I spin it and it slowly lands on Katie but suddenly gets bumped to Fred by a flick of Katie’s hidden wand. I look at her and she giggles lightly.

Before I say anything I get dragged to George’s walk in closet and shoved into the door as he hungrily roams my mouth with his tongue that he shoved past my lips quickly. “D-darling…” I mumble as he goes to my neck and he ignores me while leaving dark purple hickeys along my neck. “You are mine, got that?” He finally says when needing to breathe. I nod quickly as he rams his lips back against mine. I feel his hips grind against mine as he tries to relieve some of the tension.

Finally we hear a knock on the door signaling the seven minute mark. We go out and before I can sit on the floor I feel pulled onto Fred’s lap and his hand firmly on my thigh. “Ooh… Got a girlfriend Freddie?” Katie asks and he squeezes my thigh. “Yep. I think she’s my girlfriend based on her going on multiple dates with me for the past month.” He blurts out and I blush furiously, digging my face in his neck. “OH MY GOD YOU BITCH!” Katie yells laughing. “Freddie...” I mumble into his neck and he pulls my chin looking at me smugly. “Are you denying it princess?” He asks and I shake my head shyly. “Thought so.” He says, victorious. He gives me a small peck on the cheek and stands up balancing me on his hips. “I think we’re done playing. I have something to take care of.” He says as George starts ranting about the party where he cut his condoms angrily.

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Treasure Seekers - Blackbeard's Bounty by GleefullyCaptainSwan

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Chapter 2: I’ve Got a Bad Feeling

“Son of a bitch, did you see the computer?”

“Yeah, I see part of it over there, some of it behind me on the wall, and I’m pretty sure a few of the keys from the keyboard are under the chair. Bloody hell, who would do this?”

Emma could hear the raised voices of Liam and Killian at the back of the shop as soon as she entered. “Hello?”

As she walked into the office, her mouth dropped. There was glass everywhere, the laptop was twisted into a shape that it definitely should not be in, and there was a slow stream of water pouring from atop the shelves. “What the hell happened in here?”

“Probably some teenagers having a last hurrah before summer break is over.” Liam groaned.

“Teenagers? Even I wasn’t this rebellious.” She said seriously, unsure of who would cause this kind of carnage to their business.

“I beg to differ.” Killian began as Emma shot him a dirty look.

“Look, let’s just get this cleaned up, we have a noon birthday party, and you know we always push off on time.” Liam interrupted, putting them back to work as he stomped around the room.

“Brother, who are you kidding? This is a mess; it’s going to cost a fortune to replace…”

“I said, get this cleaned up.” Liam’s voice rumbled above Killian’s before he paused, running a hand through his hair. “Just…just get a broom and make yourself useful for a change.” Killian growled angrily as he brushed past her into the other room, leaving her alone with Liam.

“He’s just concerned about you, as am I.”

Liam growled. “You think I don’t know that this is going to set us back?”

“I know that you know that more than any of us. But don’t lash out at him for pointing it out. You won’t tell us what is going on, but we both know something is wrong. And we both know this isn’t going to help the situation.”

He sighed. “You’re right, I know that. I just…” He sat down hard in his chair. “It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.” He whispered softly.

“It doesn’t have to be, Lee. Talk to me.” She pleaded with him, his sad face still that of the young boy who had consoled her after her parents had died.

“I never wanted the two of you to worry about anything, it’s always been my job to protect you both.” He said sadly.

“Because you made it your job, not because anyone asked you to. We’re adults, Lee. We don’t need you to protect us anymore.”

“Don’t remind me.” He said with a chuckle.

Killian entered the room quickly, looking between the two of them. “Monkey boy is back.”

“Son of a…” Liam stood and left the room angrily.

“Monkey boy?” She inquired as Killian started to sweep the floor of the remaining glass.

“Some guy looking for Blackbeard’s bounty, offering a pretty penny for it too. But as expected, Liam turned him down yesterday.”

“You know he has rules, no real treasure hunters.” She shrugged, tossing some of the garbage into the trash can.

“Yeah well, if things are as serious as he’s acting right now, you gotta follow the money, or else we’re goin’ under baby.” He said with a terse smile, trying to lighten the mood and failing miserably.

She started to reply when they heard Liam’s voice ring out from the other room. “I already told you mate, we’re booked.”

Emma shrugged as Killian stared at her again. “He has rules.” She replied with a final shrug.

~*~

Killian finished cleaning the deck as Emma ascended the stairs from below. “I think everything is done, finally.” She exclaimed as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. Killian bit his lip, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as sweat beads dripped down her chest, disappearing beneath her white tank top.

He swallowed. “’Bout time, I’ve been done for ages, ya slow poke.”

“Bullshit.” She countered.

“I’m starving.” He patted his stomach. “Fancy a grilled cheese at Granny’s? I’ll pay.” He sang.

“You had me at grilled cheese, Jones.” She smiled and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they headed down the plank toward the docks.

“I do know the way to your heart, Swan.” He mused, enjoying the quiet walk the rest of the way to Granny’s. When they entered, he saw the grey-haired woman nod in his direction before taking a worrisome glance in the direction of their usual booth. Seated in the spot usually reserved for them was the man that Emma had flirted with at the bar, the rich monkey man, and a woman he had not seen before.

The three of them were deep in discussion until the man recognized Emma, the rigid male seated across from him turned in their direction. Emma slid into the booth behind them, and Killian felt everyone’s gaze shift to her.

“Hey Ems, just the sexy woman I was looking for.” Killian narrowed his eyes in the man’s direction, he was sure Emma had told him the man’s name was Nick, or perhaps Norman.

“Hey Neal.”

That’s right, the bastard’s name was Neal, Killian thought, sliding into the seat across from Emma but directly behind bastard Neal and the woman seated next to him who seemed to be the only one not staring appreciatively at the marvel of the woman across from him, his Emma.

His.

Normally he wasn’t this protective of Emma, but there was something about that bugger, bastard, Neal that made him want to shield Emma from his advances. The attentive male was straining himself in his seat to face her. “I was wondering what you could do about getting your partner to let us rent your boat?”

“Oh…” Emma glanced at Killian anxiously.

“Sorry, we’re all booked.” Killian shrugged.

“Did he let you know I offered him five hundred thousand dollars for a week of his services?” Monkey man started to speak before words stopped making sense, and Killian almost fell out of his seat.

“Bloody hell, did you say five hundred thousand?” Killian looked at Emma who had her mouth practically on the table. That kind of money would get them through more than one off season, they could survive on that for a while. He couldn’t believe that Liam was refusing something that clearly could help them out.

“Surely that would pay for whatever cancellations he would need to tend to in order to accommodate.”

“He won’t do it.” Emma shrugged.

“You seem so sure?” The man inquired.

“I know Liam.” She met the man’s gaze with such assurance that even Killian wouldn’t dare question her.

“What if I could sweeten the pot, based on the state of your shop this morning, it seems you might be in need of some extra cash.”

Killian glanced at Emma, and she shook her head, he knew he should let it rest, Liam was never going to take them out on the ship, but he was curious now. “How much sweeter are we talking about?” He felt Emma kick him under the table, but he turned anyway toward the group in the booth behind them.

“I’ll double it.” He said coolly.

Killian whistled appreciatively. “You really want to waste that kind of money searching for something that can’t be found?”

“I’m good at finding things that can’t be found.” He remarked with a serious face.

“It doesn’t matter. Liam doesn’t take out serious treasure seekers.” Emma stepped in and Killian shot her a warning glance.

“And why is that?” Neal asked with a shrug. “What does it hurt him if we look?”

“Liam sees that treasure as nothing but trouble. He used to spend every summer when he was a teen, sailing those islands looking for that damn treasure with his dad. That’s all they did until it consumed them, and then his dad was gone, all those years spent searching for something they were never going to find instead of embracing what we already had.” She shook her head and Killian swallowed heavily, he remembered how lost Liam was after his father passed, how angry he was when he would go sailing, how much he cursed the treasure for things that had nothing to do with any of it. “Anyway, he swore we would focus on fun for the family adventures, and that’s what we do. So as much as we’d love to waste your money, it’s not our decision to make.”

“Pity.” The monkey man said dryly, and suddenly it dawned on him what the man’s name was.

“Where’s the monkey.” Killian asked, changing the subject.

“Nikko was tired tonight.”

“Is it like a gimmick?”

“I beg your pardon.”

“The monkey. Isn’t it kind of ironic that your last name is Ozman and you have a monkey? Doesn’t anyone else find that just a tad hilarious?”

“No.” he said, returning his attention to his food.

Killian turned back to Emma and shrugged. “I thought it was funny.” Emma grinned but resisted laughing. He whispered across the table, “Seriously though, a million dollars, there’s a lot of things I’d do for that kind of money.”

“Honestly, that really doesn’t surprise me.” She said with a playful raise of her eyebrow, just as Granny sat their usual food in front of them and wandered away with a distrustful glance at the table behind them.

“Sod off and eat your food, smart ass.”

~*~

Emma’s alarm clock continued blaring as she rubbed her eyes. She could see a glint of sunlight peeking through her curtains, the breeze blowing lightly against the fabric. This was her favorite time of year, the end of summer when the temperatures cooled a bit, and the tourists started to make their way back home, leaving them with the peace and quiet of their oasis.

Emma had never known any other home except for the island, she had been born here, and she remained here after her parents died. There was nowhere else that she wanted to wake up in the morning.

Looking around her messy apartment, the stark white sheets of the bed around her, she amended her thought, perhaps she wouldn’t mind waking up with something warmer in the bed next to her.

Emma hadn’t dated in years, not since she spent that one summer with August Booth, who visited the island with his father. She had just graduated high school, working on the ship with Liam and Killian, it was the first time she filled out her bikini top and boys began noticing her on the tours. She hit it off with August almost immediately, it was like she had known him her entire life. They spent every moment they could together, and Emma was sure that she had never felt this way before and would never feel anything like it again.

And then summer ended, and he went back home to the mainland, and Emma never heard from him again. After that she stopped taking relationships seriously, she’d date a tourist here and there, but they never stayed, it was safe, easy, and totally unsatisfying.

She knew all the locals, had grown up with every man on the island. Besides, dating someone you had known your whole life wasn’t as easy as just dressing up for dinner and forgetting your entire past.

And then there was Killian…her…brother, perhaps. Only he didn’t feel like her brother. She had known Killian for as long as she could remember, and after her parents died, they basically took her in, gave her a home, a family, memories…Liam and Killian became her brothers, her best friends, her partners, and well…anything else would just be weird right?

Except sometimes, the way Killian looked at her, had her heart stopping, and her head thinking that maybe it was more than that.

Only it wasn’t. Because it couldn’t be, they were practically related, and besides, he was Killian.

Emma yanked a shirt off the ground and sniffed it. Thankfully it still smelled acceptable because she hadn’t done laundry in a week. She wandered through her apartment, gathering items from the floor, and dragging them to the bathroom to get ready for another day on the ship. She loved her life, she wouldn’t trade it for anything, only sometimes when she was looking at her reflection in the mirror, like she was this morning, she wondered if there was something more, something she was missing.

She tugged her shirt over her head and ran a brush through her hair. She was going to be late for work, she would need to ponder the mysteries of her life another time.

Twenty minutes later, she was parking her yellow bug in her spot at the dock, slamming the door shut as she ran toward the shack at the end of the pier.

“You’re late…again.” Killian groaned as she walked through the door.

“And you’re still ugly.” She spat back, throwing her bag under the counter.

“You wound a man, Swan. This face is a work of art.”

“Yeah, a Picasso.” She teased as Liam slammed the front door, causing both Killian and Emma to jump at the intrusion.

“Change of plans.” He announced with a frown. “We need to pack for a longer adventure, we’re taking the Jolly out for a week.”

Killian sat up and stared at his brother. “The Blackbeard expedition? I thought you turned them down.”

“Yeah well, money talks.” He grunted, opening one of the crates lined up against the shack’s walls.

“Hell yeah.” Killian exclaimed excitedly. “Five hundred big ones.”

Liam looked up with a gleam in his eye. “Double that, little brother.”

“Bloody hell.” The brothers both looked up at Emma as she spoke. “Sorry, that’s just a lot of money, and I honestly thought they were joking yesterday.”

“Aye it is, and frankly, we need all the money we can get.” Liam remarked as he threw some supplies in a few duffle bags. “I don’t like involving either of you in our finances, but this excursion will change all of that. We won’t have to worry about selling the business now.”

“Wait, you were going to sell the business?” Killian paused, staring at his brother.

“Like I said, we don’t have to do any of that now, all we need to do is get through the week and we’re set.”

Emma and Killian exchanged a worried glance, Emma knew that things had been bad, but she had no idea that the entire business was on the line. Liam grabbed a few of the items and carried them out of the shop to the ship as Killian followed behind her. She went to the back to grab her extra duffle where she kept her clothes and threw some items in the bag.

One million dollars for one week of sailing. Surely, it wasn’t going to be that simple, she thought as she slammed the door closed behind her.

~*~

Liam looked around the deck the moment they dropped anchor, watching his new guests as they wandered around the boat, staring out at the horizon. He had a nervous feeling about the group he agreed to take out on this excursion, but a million dollars was a lot of money to turn down. That kind of cash would ease their troubles for the rest of their lives and allow him to invest in a lot of equipment that needed repaired or replaced.

He observed the group, mostly keeping an eye on the man who Emma had flirted with at the bar who seemed overly obsessed with pushing his attention on her. It wasn’t unusual for men to find Emma attractive, but there was something unsettling about the way the man stared at her, almost animalistic and overly assertive.

However, he also observed the opposite behavior from the woman they brought with them, Tamara, who appeared to be watching the interaction between the two with a heightened level of jealousy. Liam had seen a few cat fights in his day, usually over his little brother, but this felt different.

And then there was Walsh, the man appeared to be out of place with the trio. He was clearly in charge of their operation, the money man, as Liam had taken to calling him. He could tell the man had barely spent a day out of a suit and tie by the way he continued to tug and yank nervously on his beach wear. Liam hadn’t determined the motive behind this operation, but a team building exercise on a hunt for a fake treasure, clearly wasn’t the goal.

“So, tell us Captain…” The man interrupted him as he approached, the creepy monkey glaring at him from the man’s shoulder. “What is it with you and the mighty legend of Blackbeard that your little island seems so happy to keep secret from the world.”

“I wouldn’t say the legend is a secret, you found your way here.” He paused before turning to the rest of the attentive listeners. “Years ago, a man by the name of Edward Teach washed up on this island. He claimed to have no recollection of his previous life, no memory of how he had come to be found down on that shore. He lived a quiet life alone on one of the more secluded corners of our big island. Until one day…pirates invaded the tiny town, burning everything to the ground.”

Liam knew this tale like the back of his hand, it was the only way his father could get Killian to sleep at night, so it was told often.

“No one knew why the pirates chose this tiny island, why they attacked it so violently as the settlers there were simple folk, with a small village, and no resources to mine. But they told tale of a pirate, Blackbeard, who had turned on his crew and taken their bounty with him. When the townsfolk told them that they had not seen such a ruthless man, they warned of a man with a tattoo of a horned skeleton toasting the devil with a spear through a heart. It was only then that the town realized that the man they were seeking was Edward Teach.”

“So, he lived on the island all those years, and no one ever saw any treasure?” Neal asked.

“The man barely had enough money to purchase ale when he came to town, no one suspected him of hiding anything. However, when the pirates were led to Teach’s home, a fight ensued, and he was mortally wounded. Legend says that before he died, he told his former crew that they would never find the cursed loot, vowing that it would rest at the bottom of the ocean for all eternity.”

“Surely they searched the island, how did they not find anything?”

“Many believe that he rid himself of the treasure long before he got to the island, after he washed ashore, no one ever found his ship or anything belonging to the man, so he must have hidden it somewhere else.” Killian interrupted. “There are a multitude of islands around the big one we call home; it could have been anywhere. Many thought he might have hidden it in the cave of the abyss.”

“My father and I searched them all, every island near our home found on a map, even the damn cave of the abyss, that treasure is a myth, plain and simple.” Liam said assuredly.

“Perhaps it’s not on the map.” Walsh spoke up.

“I would think if there was an island around here not on the map, I would have found it by now. You don’t really think you’re the only person who has come looking in all these years?” Liam laughed.

“If you have enough money, you’d be amazed at the things you can find.” He said seriously, causing the hair on Liam’s neck to stand on end. There was something about the man that truly bothered him.

“Well, you aren’t going to find any of those mythical islands on this trip, I’ll take you to the ones on the map, but that’s as far as we go.” Liam responded, looking over at Emma. “Dinner?”

Emma stood and disappeared into the belly of the ship, Killian following her. “I hope you enjoy the food; we’ll be sure to deliver it as soon as it’s finished. You should find seating to your liking over there.” He pointed behind him.

“Is your team not joining us?” Neal asked anxiously.

“My team has things to prepare for tomorrow. We’ll see you in the morning.” He turned, climbing down the stairs into the ship. He found Killian and Emma at the counter, setting food on trays to take to their guests. “Watch yourself around these people.” He warned. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this entire expedition.”

“Aye, Aye Captain!” Emma saluted with a wink. “We’ve got this under control. You just need to relax, Lee.”

“Yeah, that’s what they always say right before everything starts to go wrong.” Liam grumbled, stalking toward his cabin to go over the maps one more time.

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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part I

Part I: In the Beginning

In honor of Black History Month (that’s coming up), and because I’m a nerd for mythology of any type, I thought it would be fun to write about one of my favorite time periods, Ancient Egypt. 

We didn’t really get to spend much time on them in school, and I love learning about these powerful Egyptian gods, goddess, pharaohs, and queens. 

So N E ways...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS...um WTF ILY <3

I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES (all characters are 18+ in this)

Pairings: pharaoh!god! Bakugou x warrior!princess! Reader Warnings: cursing, disrespectful people, bad bitch Mitsuki Description: Before the new pharaoh can be officially crowned, he must wed. You, the queen of a large warrior tribe called, The Zodos Tribe, are in the same position...the only problem? The future pharaoh is a bit of an ass.

*Extra info: this is written in third person so even though this is a reader insert, I’ll be writing it as if you’re another character so basically no me/my*

and yes, I’m aware it is kinda short and Bakugou isn’t in it that much, but it’s to set the scene lol...I promise there will be a lot of Bakubitch content in the next part

**Tag List is at the bottom**

𓂀 PART I  𓂀 PART II 𓂀 

The arid air and blazing sun didn’t make for the most comfortable environments, and yet many people called the desert home. 

In a secluded river valley lived the Zodos Tribe, the most fearsome warriors throughout the land, known for their brutality and unmatched strength. Though to (y/n), they were her family and her people. 

Princess (y/n), the eldest of seven children, sat in the ornate palace that overlooked the main river. She had recently been crowned the queen of her people after her father chose to abdicate the throne. Her attendants sat around her while others waved large palm leaves, blowing the dry air in an attempt to make it cooler. 

“(y/n), ready your belongings! You are to depart with your father within the hour.” The 18 year old turned seeing her mother’s slim form approach her. 

Eshe was the personification of grace, similar to her only daughter, though she was taller. Her smooth dark skin glittered in the sunlight and her golden eyes searched her daughter’s face for any signs of backtalk before a content look crossed her face when (y/n) simply sighed and nodded. 

“We readied her belongings already, Queen Mother.” (y/n)’s attendant, Subira, answered as she bowed upon her entrance to the room. 

“Very well.” Eshe nodded, her snake like eyes shifting from her daughter and her servants to the landscape. “Go ready yourself. You are to meet royalty, Girl.”

“I am royalty, Mother.” (y/n)’s tone was laced with boredom as she stood from her seat. “What’s so special about these royals I am to meet, anyways?”

“That is not my place to tell.” She replied before pushing her daughter towards her room and into the large bathroom. The cool stone rubbed against her warm skin as (y/n)’s attendants unrobed her and bathed her while two others released her hair.

Some time later, the teen was redressed and her hair had been braided again, this time with decorative gold beads and thread woven into her thick dark hair. She had been dressed into a white sleeveless sheath dress, over that a sheer white and gold kalasiri tied in place with a gold and intricately beaded sash. A wide beaded collar was secured around her neck, brightly colored stones and metals woven and set into the necklace.

(y/n) slid on a new pair of reed sandals after Subira had finished her makeup, the dramatic black liner around her almond shaped eyes made the golden hue that she had inherited from her mother shine in the light. “Let us depart.” (y/n) motioned to her ladies as they nodded, following after her as the teenage queen adjusted the heavy silver and gold bracelets around her wrists.

“You look like a true queen, (y/n).” Her mother said as (y/n) walked past the room she had once been in. 

“Thank you Mother. I will be off now.” (y/n) called back, not waiting for a response before walking out of the palace and towards her royal chariot where her father stood talking to one of the servants.

“Prepare the chariots.” Her father’s deep voice commanded as the servants nodded running off to get the large chariots ready for the journey. (y/n)’s father turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes looking her over once before smiling. “You look beautiful, Daughter.”

“Thank you, Father.” (y/n) smiled back as the servants ran back over stating that the chariots were ready to go.

(y/n) didn’t ask many questions of her father, mainly because she didn’t really care where they were going, though butterflies seemed to fill her stomach when the large palace in the capital city came into view as they crossed over another dune.

“Your mother asked me to remind you of your manners and your station before we left.” (y/n)’s father told her, as the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father chuckled at her reaction before the pair stepped off of their chariots and were met by royal attendants from the palace.

“King Nafi, Princess (y/n), please follow me to the throne room. The Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife, are eager to converse.” 

“I am a-” (y/n) didn’t finish her sentence, feeling her father’s strong hand come down on her shoulder before he stepped forward and followed the attendant up the stairs and inside the large palace, leaving (y/n) to catch up.

“Stupid man. I’m a queen.” (y/n) mumbled to herself as she followed the men into the throne room. 

The teen stood beside her father, her eyes gazing over the two royal figures in front of her. One was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. A woman sat beside him, her hair ash blonde and her eyes a crimson color. They were both dressed lavishly as the woman sighed, mumbling something to her husband, before offering a smile to (y/n).

“I am sorry. My son seems to be unable to be found.” She told the girl who simply nodded before giving her father a look.

“(y/n), why don’t you walk the grounds? I have business to attend to with the Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife.” (y/n)’s father brushed her off, shooting her a look before practically pushing the girl towards the door.

“He doesn’t even have any power anymore! How dare he treat me like this. Why the hell did I even come if I’m not sitting in on the business? This is so stu-” (y/n) ranted to herself, not realizing where she was walking before she bumped into something...more like someone.

“Watch where you’re going, Extra!” The boy’s gruff voice said, his tone laced with venom as his red eyes glared down at where she sat after being knocked over.

“Oh get off your high horse! You can’t talk to me that way! I’m a Queen!” Her eyes finally landed on the boy’s face, his ash blonde hair wild and spiky as his crimson eyes seemed to darken and narrow. 

He didn’t wear full linens, only enough to cover his lower half, leaving his chest exposed. His skin was tanned from spending most of his time in the sun and a thin shine of sweat covered his muscles as if he had just been doing some type of physical activity before they had bumped into each other.

“Well here you aren’t.” The boy told her before scoffing and walking off down a corridor, not even bothering to help (y/n) up.

“Sorry. It was nice to meet you though.” A spiky redhead said with a small closed-mouth smile. He had been following the rude blonde along with another blonde male, a dark haired male, a pink skinned girl, and a dark haired girl. 

The group of teens were about to say something else to the girl when the explosive blonde from earlier could be heard yelling, “Kirishima, I didn’t allow you to socialize!”

“Uh r-right. Bye!” The red haired boy said before they all disappeared down the expansive hall.

“What a jerk.” (y/n) scoffed thinking back to the ash blonde. Getting up and dusting her hands off, she continued to walk around the halls.

The black girl returned back to the throne room after some time, having gotten lost though she was too proud to ask for help from one of the many servants scurrying around.

“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time for dinner, (y/n).” The blonde woman spoke, gesturing towards a large open room that overlooked the river, a large table filled with food sat in the middle.

“I apologize.” (y/n) said simply before taking a seat where the blonde woman had gestured, unfortunately across from that annoying boy from earlier. “Where is my father? My servants?” (y/n) wondered after a moment of silence, noticing that the people in question were missing.

“They’ve left some time ago.” She answered. “This is your new home after all.”

“Excuse me?” (y/n) and the blonde boy had the same reaction, choking on their food with wide eyes.

“Yes, your father never told you of the agreement?” The brown haired man asked.

“Agreement?” She repeated.

“Yes, you are to marry our son in two days time. It’s been arranged since before you both wore garments.” The blonde woman said with a small laugh.

(Fun fact: Ancient Egyptian children didn’t wear clothes until they were six years old, so they ran around naked except for the jewelry they wore)

“Him?”

“Her?”

“Show some respect to her Katsuki! She is to be your wife!” The woman said, slapping the boy’s head quickly causing (y/n) to smirk and laugh lightly.

Katsuki didn’t like that very much, glaring at the golden eyed girl with a low growl.

“Mitsuki, Katsuki...” The man started to say softly, flashing at smile at (y/n).

“You’re right Masaru. If only our son wasn’t such a brat.” Mitsuki sighed, slapping Katsuki again before going back to her food.

“I am the Pharaoh, you can’t treat me that way!” Katsuki protested, angrily cutting his meat.

“What was that?” Mitsuki questioned, her red eyes narrowing as she shot a warning look at her son. 

“Nothing.” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the black girl across from him.

What a dick. What did my parents get me into? (y/n) thought to herself as she stared back at the boy across from her.

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Umbrageous

Pairing: Erwin x Reader (eventually Reader x Eren, Reader x Levi, Reader x Hange maybe more)

Summary: Your mom has married the ever handsome Erwin Smith but the two of you have started an illicit affair under her nose. As you become more jealous of being the other women you start to engage in office affairs to try and force Erwin’s hand.

Content Warnings: Step dad! Erwin, alcoholism, size kink, cheating, pseudoincest, unprotected sex

Part 1   Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“So I basically make copies, paginate those copies, go on coffee runs. I’m the office bitch basically” Eren says rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, the other resting on the table on the stack of copies he was previously holding now resting on the table. While the office area where clients would come was nicely furnished and brightly light with floor to ceiling windows this backroom filled with equipment was dimly light with no windows and a disgustingly 70’s style wall color. “They also stuck you back in the worst part of the building, I kinda figured the whole building would have been nice” you say. “Oh well out front where Mr.Smith and Mr.Ackerman have their offices are nice for the clients but back where the paralegals and interns are it's pretty groody huh?” he gives a slight chuckle looking up just enough to meet your eyes. “So Eren what are you up to tonight” you say, cocking your head to the side and biting your bottom lip. You wanted to make sure he got the hint loud and clear, it seemed like a great form of revenge, you fucking Erwin’s little intern. It would be an utterly appropriate relationship that would raise red flags if he dared object to it and the best part was that he’d have to see this boy everyday knowing he violated his little princess. Would it make Eren’s life harder? Probably but you really didn’t care that much, you could only think about how smug you’d feel seeing Erwin ticked off at the boy. The boy's eyes widened and you could tell he was trying to suppress a smile “uh I uh, you know I wasn't actually doing anything” he breaks eye contact to look at the ceiling “but if you want maybe you and me, we could do something. Together” he looks back to meet your eyes looking nervous as hell. He’s desperately hoping that's what you wanted to hear, that you weren't just trying to make polite small talk. You stand up from the doorway you had been leaning on to and grab a piece of paper out of the recycling pile and pluck the pen that had been sitting behind Erens ear and begin to scrawl. “Here’s my address, pick me up at 7” you flash him a smile before leaving making sure to not give him the chance to ask for your number. That was intentional just giving him the address so that way he’d have to come to the door, no ‘i'm outside texts', you wanted to rub it in Erwin's face.

Later that night you were sitting at your vanity putting the final touches on your makeup for the night when there was a knock at the door “come in”. You already knew who it was by the heavy footsteps as he was coming up the stairs, but you still couldn't help but to smirk when Erwin opened the door, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He came up behind you and placed his large hands on your bare shoulders feeling the warmth radiating down. “Who are you getting all dolled up for” comes out in a cold monotone voice, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. You finish wiping the sticky pink lipgloss on and reply in a condescending tone “Oh didn't I tell you”? A devious smile spreads across your face “that handsome intern asked me on a date”. Erwin clenches his jaw, grip on your shoulders tightening “ y/n I know you're mad at me about today” he exhales “but this is just childish”. “Aww daddy don't tell me you're jealous of the little Jager boy”. “I'm not jealous of a child like him, and put a jacket or something on that's barely a shirt” he removes his hands from your shoulders and briskly walks out the door.

Erwin is sitting down in the living room with your mom reading the paper when the doorbell rings. He puts down the paper and goes to open the door, “Mr.Smith, kinda weird to see you outside of work i'm here to pick up y/n”. Without breaking eye contact with Eren, Erwin shouts up the stairs “y/n, the Jager boy is here”. As you start to come down the stairs your mom gets up to go check out the new visitor “oh y/n he is handsome, good choice” Eren blushes “uh thanks Mrs.Smith”. You practically skip down the stairs and give Eren a hug at the door, Erwin can see you listened when he told you to put on a jacket over that black halter crop top but you also went ahead and changed out your jeans for a skirt. He knows that he can't say anything right now, not with your mom standing beside him, but he’s jealous. The way you have your arm wrapped around the Jager boy’s waist knowing that he’ll put his filthy hands on his little princess putting his cock where it doesn't belong. The only thing he can think to say is “have her back by 10”.

Eren’s car isn't anywhere as nice as Erwin’s but it's not like you expected it to be. Erwin is a wealthy big shot lawyer and Eren is a college intern but it feels almost weird to be so low to the ground in a car. You're parked at a scenic pull out overlooking the city. There are some picnic tables in the nearby trees but it's not the right season so you two are utterly alone in this small dirt parking lot. Eren is tapping the steering wheel nervously and stealing the occasional glance in your direction “so y/n are you sure you don't want to go and do something? We could go bowling or there's some 24 hour diners nearby”. You prop up one of your feet on the seat below you causing your skirt to ride up your thigh, Eren steals another glance this time lingering on your exposed thigh “I’m perfectly happy right here Eren” you say tilting your head in his direction. “Y/n..I dont want you to feel like i'm trying to take advantage of you” comes out in a low husky voice. You get up, placing your knees underneath you on the seat and place your hand on Eren’s arm as you slowly start to move up towards his face till your fingers grasp his jaw and turn his face towards yours “you're not taking advantage of me Eren”. You pull him into a kiss, it's different from how Erwin’s is. With Erwin it's firm and there's this sense of urgency of “don't get caught” of “this is wrong, we shouldnt do this” but Eren is gentle and warm and kisses you like it's right. His fingers nervously brush against your jaw like he’s afraid you'll break if he touches you too hard “Why don't we move to the back seat” you whisper brushing your fingers into his hair causing him to lean into your touch and eyelids shut “okay” he replies.

Eren’s shirt is off and he’s leaning over your fingers in your hair, and things feel nice of course you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties but this is no way to make a point. You move one of your hands up to his jaw pushing his head up and tilting his jaw down to look at you while the other goes to palm him through his jeans. He’s so beautiful the way the loose tendrils of hair fall against his forehead, his green eyes lids heavy with lust. Maybe you could be happy with him, you could stop fucking your stepdad and be happy having a normal relationship with an age approrait boy. But unfortunately you're a little too twisted to give up on Erwin, you know fucking someone like Eren would amount to the thrill of fucking the one man you were never supposed to touch. Your mind was made up “Eren, I want you to be rough with me” his eyes go wide “o-okay I can do that” he says. His lips meet yours again though this time rougher, he places a peck on the corner of your mouth before starting to trail down to your neck, finally about to give you what you really want “I want you to mark me Eren” you can feel his cock twitch in his pants at the words as he latches on tighter to your neck leaving wet spots that begin to darken. His hands lift off your top, breasts bouncing after being freed from the tight shirt’s confines. He gives them a squeeze before placing his mouth on the right nipple and his delicate fingers roll the left. “If you only do my neck my tits are going to feel left out Eren” he glances up before moving his mouth higher on your breast to start leaving more hickies. Your thighs are squeezing together and you can't take it anymore going to unbutton his jeans and slipping your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers pulling both down freeing his cock to slap against his stomach. His cock was much smaller than Erwin's, not tiny by any means, just not as massive, but it was pretty and veiny and the head was starting to leak. Eren’s hands move down first pulling off your skirt but then pauses to look at your grey panties and how he can see how soaked they are from your arousal. He runs his middle finger over your chlothed slit “hmm is that all for me”. “Of course who else would it be for?” you hook your thumbs under the waistband before Eren’s places his hands over yours “I wanna be the one to do it” he starts to drag them down going slowly so he can see how your arousal sticks to the undergarments before breaking. You take your hard and use your thumb to rub a bead of precum over the head. “Y/n i'm sorry I honestly didn't expect this tonight I don't have any condoms”   

“Hmm its okay im on birth control” you say as you guide him by his cock to your entrance. When he makes contact he puts his arms under yours hands gripping your shoulders and burying his face in your neck as he bottoms out. His hips start to move in and out and you can feel the way the head of his dick brushes up against your sweet spot. Eren starts to pull out a little only fucking you with the first few inches stimulating your enough but leaving you begging for him to fill you up and then when you least expect it he pushes in with his full length repeating this process a few more times before you finally feel his warm cum painting your insides. Eren brings his head up and gives your cheek a wet kiss “you didnt cum did you”? “No but that's okay I still enjoyed it”. He rubs his nose against your check and whispers “nuh uh I want to make you cum too, come here”. He pulls out and sits back against the door of the car and gestures for you to come sit in between his legs. You comply leaning your head back in the crook of his neck as he places one hand on your breast and the other starts to circle your clit fingers dipping into the mess from earlier to lube up his finger “how does that feel” he whispers “i-its good” you whimper back. He has two fingers gently pumping in and out and his thumb circling around your swollen bud and your grip his thighs as you feel the tension in your stomach start to reach its breaking point before you release on his fingers adding to the wetness between your thighs. Eren wraps his arms around you and whispers “that a good girl”

It’s 10:15pm when Eren drops you back off making jokes about Erwin firing him every minute it passed 10pm and nervously glancing at the hickeys littering your neck. Before you got out he had said “I hope that wasn't just a one time thing y/n, I think I actually really like you” and you had assured him that this wasn't a one night stand and that you'd see him again. When you finally walk in Erwin was sitting in his reading chair by the door, you walk in and head right up the stairs pretending he wasn't even there. In your room you start to undress when the door opens no knocking. “What the hell did he do to you?” Erwin says grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. He places his fingers over the dark hickies, a look that's a mix of hurt and disgust coming over his face. “Oh come on daddy you know it would be weirder if I didn't go out with your handsome little intern, and I know how you like keeping up your appearances” you smile sweetly at him. You're thinking you finally did it, you got under his skin and you were about to get what you wanted, him all to yourself when suddenly his face goes back to an almost blank expression. “You know what y/n you're right it would be strange if a girl as pretty as you were to remain single the whole time, I think this is actually a good idea”. Erwin takes his hands and brushes your hair back behind your ears and gives you a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room “goodnight princess”. You're so angry he was okay with this, with another man marking you up? It would apparently take a lot more to get under Erwin Smith's skin, you think slamming your hands down on the vanity in frustration.

Two weeks later you're with Eren in his room, him laying his head on your lap talking away while you play with his hair. “Your dad must be pretty protective of you because I swear he’s been crazy rough on me ever since I took you out that first night. I mean I thought he liked me enough since Mr.Ackerman gave me his recommendation and you know how those guys are like best buds” you start to listen more intensely than you had before “Really? My dad doesn't like to talk about work stuff that much around me I haven't heard about Mr.Ackerman”. Eren shifts up a little bit seemingly more curious “Seriously he never mentioned him? Those guys are like crazy close there was even a rumor that they were in a secret relationship but then he married your mom and Mr.Smith just really doesnt seem like the guy to fuck around on his wife” he continues “I actully really like Mr.Ackerman too he’s my sisters cousin, shes adopted so he’s not my cousin but Ive known him a while and I owe him a lot I used to make some bad choices but he kinda kicked my ass into gear and got me on the path I am now, thats why im pre-law and he even helped me get this internship”. The way Eren is looking up at you is just so sweet and filled with love and the way he’s so comfortable just telling you all this makes you feel really bad. Because while Eren’s a nice guy and all it seems like the best way to finally truly get under Erwin’s skin, enough to get what you want is to fuck this Mr.Ackerman.

[jackrrabbit]

Oh? Request open? Since you write for Inuyasha, how about some 18+ content for Koga please?

Mating Season /// Koga x f!Reader (18+)

I’ve always had a soft spot for Koga, and he has so much nasty potential as a wolf demon. Repressed village girl vs. horny wolf-boy is peak lewd.

Warnings: dubcon, wolf characteristics, yandere, light a/b/o, very light breeding kink (there’s like 1 mention of it)

As a villager at the foot of the mountains where Koga’s pack lives, you’ve heard stories since you were a child about the vicious wolf demons who live in caves and eat little girls who stray away from their homes. Now that you’re an adult and you only half believe in fairy tales, you still should’ve known better than to take a nap in the woods with sunset coming so soon. But who could blame you? They were just stories. Rumors. Old wives’ tales passed down from mother to daughter for generations, a warning not to stray from what was known. And you’d been exhausted. During the daylight hours you know these woods like the back of your hand—surely you can’t be blamed for putting down your basket and resting your eyes, just for a moment?

Not that he needs more than a moment. Your fate is sealed the second you step into the woods, into his territory, where he’s isolated himself to spend his rut away from the other members of his pack. It’s hard enough to hold back his…more aggressive instincts when he’s alone; but when he finds you sleeping propped up against a tree, looking sweet and innocent and smelling like a bitch in heat, you really just don’t stand a chance.

Koga’s torso pushes down into your back like he’s trying to pin you with the weight of his body. When you manage to suck in a breath (struggling to let your ribs expand against his iron-solid grip on you), you can smell his sweat and yours mixing with the slightly-damp earth under your feet and the sharp, bitter medicinal herbs you were gathering. With your skirts pushed up to your waist the springtime evening mist is frigid against your bare skin, but the heat radiating off his body is making you feel feverish anyway. Your knees are digging into the dirt and for some reason the thought crosses your mind that your nice white stockings are definitely going to stain, and your mother is going to be so angry, and you almost want to laugh at how absurd the thought is. As if a few stains could possibly matter while a demon is fucking you.

Instead of laughing, you whimper as Koga hits a particularly deep spot inside of you. How many times has he finished inside now? Three? Four? His arm is wrapped around your torso, keeping your body locked into his while he drives into you over and over and over. His thick cock nudges up against your cervix every time he pushes his hips toward your ass. It hurt at first. You aren’t sure when it stopped hurting. Maybe it still hurts.

But oh…it feels so good, too. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this. It’s like you’ve been hungry—starving—your whole life, and now you’re finally getting something to eat. Every inch of your cunt aches, but at some point you start trying to buck your hips back toward his. It isn’t so much reciprocation as it is just trying to ground yourself, or maybe letting yourself go in the moment… You can barely keep yourself upright, and you drop onto your elbows, your forehead inches away from the mud.

The demon growls—growls, actually growls like a wild animal, as if you needed more convincing—and he presses his bare chest down toward you, the sweat soaking off of his skin and through the fabric of your bodice. His thrusts are slower now, not the rapid jerks that he started out with. Maybe he can tell you like this better? Feeling every inch of his cock opening you up and rubbing against the sensitive walls of your cunt is making you afraid you’re going to lose your mind in the delirious fog of what you would call lust if you knew the word for it.

You certainly sound like you want it, your pleas transforming into sweet moans as your body adapts to the mating. You probably don’t even realize how wanton your voice is. Whatever else you’ve said, all Koga can hear in his rut-induced haze are your cries of pleasure and the squelching of his dick sliding in and out of you.

It’s easier when you don’t have to look at him. You can pretend that this is a dream, the kind of impure fantasy the village girls giggle to each other about, comparing their conquests, making up stories about which of the young men is the most handsome, who probably has the most experience, who might have the biggest—

“Ah!” you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t have to look at the creamy smears of the demon’s cum painting your thighs white and collecting on the dirt between your legs. Surely no mortal man would be capable of finishing so many times without even pulling out.

Koga releases your hips and you rock forward, startled, until he grabs you by your upper arm and pulls you upright so you’re sitting in his lap with his cock still impaled inside of you. He rolls his hips experimentally and you hiss in surprise as his thick head drags against a sensitive spot in your pussy.

Before you can get accustomed to the new angle, he’s pulling your head around so you’re forced to look into his face. You imagine that this is how a prey animal feels when it’s stared down by a predator—a rabbit looking at a wolf, haha, your mind supplies involuntarily—there’s something that makes it impossible to look away. The part of your brain that’s still clinging to rationality and trying to compartmentalize notes for a second that oddly enough, he looks just as desperate as you feel.

“Wh-whyyy?” you whine, half-aware that this is the first real word spoken between you. You don’t know why you think he’s going to respond—even though he looks more human than the other demons you’ve encountered, his actions have been just as feral and animalistic as the rest of them, if only less violent and more…depraved.

There’s a bead of sweat rolling down your neck, and Koga can’t take his eyes off of it. He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls your head back to expose the smooth column of your throat, careful not to yank it hard enough to hurt you. Humans are so fragile. When he tilts forward to lick the salty droplet off your skin, he feels your shiver all the way down. “You—I smelled you…”

In your half-aware state, it takes you a moment to hear him. “…What?”

The demon nuzzles his face into your hair, and his leisurely sigh stirs the fine hairs on the back of your neck. “Smells so good…waiting for me. Begging for me…”

“I—I don’t understand? Begging? Ah—ahhh…” Not for the first time, you try to push away from the demon uselessly. The rhythm of his slow, rocking thrusts doesn’t falter—you wouldn’t be surprised if he can’t even feel it.

It’s not easy for Koga to listen to your words when your moaning is so much more interesting, but he tries. For your sake. His soft little mate, so warm and weak while you grind your ass into his lap. What about this don’t you understand? He smelled you, he wanted you, he fucked you. And you wanted it too, of course you did…why else would you be wandering around by yourself in the peak of your heat, so ripe and ready for breeding that the smell of your lust is rising off your skin in waves? Why else would you have crossed into the territory of an alpha in his rut…?

But humans don’t think like that, do they?

The thought pierces Koga’s mind with a sudden, harsh clarity that would have been impossible had he not already finished inside your needy cunt four times now. Humans are different. Their senses of smell are so weak, just like the rest of them.

Koga remembers, unwillingly, a time when he crossed paths with Kagome’s party while she’d been on the edge of her heat. He smelled it, and Inuyasha noticed. The mutt pulled Koga aside to warn him not to mention it to her.

“But she’s about to go into heat. She shouldn’t be out of her house, let alone traveling with you, hanyo. Or can you even smell it?”

“Shut up, of course I can! But she can’t. Believe me, I brought it up to her once and she got pissed and said I was a pervert. Humans don’t know about stuff like that.”

They…don’t know. So that meant you didn’t know. You came into his territory by accident. You don’t know you’re in heat. You don’t know he’s in his rut, and you don’t know he’s an alpha. You probably don’t even know you’re in his territory.

The demon’s movements slow and then go still, and you’re left sitting in his lap with his cock still pulsing, a stiff rod of heat in your belly. You wait a moment, wondering if he’s going to pull out, but he doesn’t. His arm is still wrapped around you and his sharp fingernails are digging into the fabric of your bodice, no doubt leaving crescent-shaped marks in your skin. Involuntarily you feel yourself rock your hips against his pelvis, a feeble attempt to get him to pull out or even just move—the sex might’ve been uncomfortable, but feeling all full and stretched and so close to satisfaction with no way to get it by yourself is unbearable.

When there’s no response, you turn around toward him to get your first good look at the man (the demon) who’s made you want things you don’t even know how to say out loud. He’s good-looking—tall, tan, with boyish good looks (that would have earned him quite a few admirers if he were a villager like you) and flat blue eyes that seem oddly unfocused. His hair is tied up in a ponytail and you have the urge to pull on it, just like he pulled on your hair a moment ago. You don’t know his name. “Demon…please. I need you,” you whisper, letting some of the urgency you’re feeling spill into your voice.

Both of his hands clamp down on your hips, securing you in place while he slams his hips up back into yours. “Mate,” he snarls, his voice drowning out your yelp of pleasure, and before your mind goes blank with lust again, a chill runs down your spine because you’re not sure if he’s correcting you…or addressing you.

[inskz]

raspberry popsicle - hwang hyunjin

pairing - hwang hyunjin + convenience store worker!reader

genre - lots of fluff, a bit of angst ??? idk i hope u cry a little at the end lmao

warnings - alcohol and cigarette

words - 12+k

summary - a beautiful stranger comes to the convenience store you work at during summer every single day to buy raspberry popsicles

note - this is the first time i finally managed to finish an english fic so i thought why not post it! please bear with the inconsistencies this was written at 3am while i was feeling rlly nostalgic abt a summer i didn’t have 🥴. enjoy!!!

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Hyunjin met you on the warmest day of August.

He could barely keep his eyes open, even hidden behind his square-shaped sunglasses, as he walked down the street, the scorching heat of the sun forcing him to take refuge in the closest 7/11 he managed to find on google maps.

The excessive air conditioning slapped his cheeks when the sliding doors opened. Even though he felt like his throat was already itching, warning him not to stay too long if he did not want to catch a cold, he was thankful to escape momentarily the living hell that was a summer in Jeju. Warm rays of sunlight were replaced by glitching neon lights. At this hour of the day, the convenience store was pretty much empty. The whole town must have been gathered at the beach. He could feel a bead of sweat dripping down his neck at the simple thought of all the bodies piled up on the sand. When he finally found the freezer, he grabbed a raspberry popsicle. It had always been his favorite for as long as he could remember.  

At first, you did not notice him approaching the checkout, too immersed in the music blasting in your earphones. In fact, your music was so loud, Hyunjin was able to make out the bass. Indie rock, he assumed. An old fan was blowing lukewarm air in your messy hair. As you finished your umpteenth spin on your rusty stool, your eyes finally met his.

"Sorry. Did not see you there," you said, jumping up and taking off your earphones in a hurry, as if you were caught red-handed. Your boss must have forbidden you to listen to music on your shifts, he guessed. You stuffed the tangled cords deep in the pocket of your forest green sleeveless vest. Hyunjin couldn’t help but wonder how someone could look that good in this horrid uniform.

"It's okay," Hyunjin muttered but you did not seem to hear him as you were too busy taping on the cash register's screen. His cheeks felt hot all the sudden, but for once it was not from the heat of the sun.

"One fifty please". He proceeded to empty out his pockets, the golden coins landing on the counter with a loud noise. Without even glancing at him, you put them in the cash-drawer.

And as quickly as he came, Hyunjin was out the door, the burning air engulfing him again, sinking into every pore of his skin. But he could not bring himself to go home yet. Instead, he sat under the shade of the parasol installed in front of the convenience store’s window, glancing occasionally at you.

Unconsciously, a smile grew on his lips as he saw that you were already back to your antics, earphones in your ears, bopping your head to the sound of your playlist.

He did not realize how long he had been sitting here until he felt a sticky liquid running down his fingers. His popsicle had melted. “Fuck”, he muttered as he saw that his white vans were now tinted pink.

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You’d be lying if you said the stranger’s daily visits were not the only reason you looked forward to starting your shift at 6 in the morning while all your friends were still fast asleep after long nights of partying. He would come every day around 2, except on Sundays when the shop would be closed, to get his raspberry treat.

After a week, your exchanges still had not gotten further than the usual “hello”, “one fifty please”, “thanks” and “goodbye”. Not that you did not have the desire to, but because you have always been terrified of small talk. How you got hired despite your constant resting bitch face was an unsolved mystery.

On Thursday, he entered the 7/11 at exactly 2:13 PM and, as always, went straight to the freezer. You immediately turned up the volume of your music to silence your ridiculously intense heartbeat. Of course, you blamed it on your social anxiety. What more could it be?

While he was choosing his ice cream, you could not help but stare at his broad back. You noticed how strands of bleached hair escaped from his black bucket hat. How the collar of his Hawaiian shirt was slightly crooked, causing your fingers to ache to fix it. How the bottom of his jean shorts was getting a little bit more frayed each day. How his white vans were stained pink.

The sound of the freezer’s door slamming shut made you come back to your senses. You could not bring yourself to look at him in the eyes when he finally reached the checkout. Instead, the yellow color of the popsicle he slid onto the counter immediately caught your attention.

“Don’t we have any raspberry ones left?” you thought out loud. You only realized these words actually came out of your mouth when it you saw the boy’s eyes widen and his lips part in surprise. A wave of embarrassment hit you. He must have thought you were a crazy stalker, taking note of what he was buying every single day.

“Oh, no you got plenty left... I just wanted to try something new, I guess,” he said.

It was the first time you saw his true smile, not just the polite kind. It was shy at first, but then it bloomed across his flushed cheeks causing the skin of his nose to wrinkle and his eyes to turn into shining crescents. Never had you seen such a pretty vision. The type of vision that was making your heart ache. You wanted to answer him so badly, to keep the conversation going for hours. But no matter how hard you thought, nothing came to your mind.  

"One fifty, please" were all the words you managed to say with your usual nonchalant tone. You fought the urge to slap yourself when you saw his smile slowly fading, a hint of disappointment crossing his face.

Not wanting this mortifying episode to last any longer, you quickly took his bill from his hands and gave him his change almost instantly. As soon as he disappeared behind the sliding doors, a loud sigh escaped your lips, resonating in the empty aisles. You let your head fall on the counter, your eyes already closing in an attempt to calm your nerves.

Why did you have to be so damn cold?

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Hyunjin’s vacations were about to come to an end, yet the heat was just as unbearable as when they started. Time had stopped. Days were endless, suffocating, empty. They blended together to create a vicious and infinite loop. The sun did not seem to be wanting to set and put an end to Hyunjin’s misery. It felt like a stifling drought interrupted his fast-paced life. Like scissors cut off his wings, violently bringing him back to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he could not bring himself to enjoy his time off.

First of all, because it was not his choice. When the company announced a summertime hiatus for Stray Kids, it came as a surprise for everyone. It just did not feel right, not after their recent successes. But like many other decisions, it wasn’t in their power. They were sent home and forced to rest.

Mostly because he was supposed to join his parents on their trip to Jeju, but the universe decided otherwise. At the last minute, his grandmother broke her wrist by falling in the stairs and his father’s boss resigned. Nothing too alarming in itself, but his mother had to be by his grandmother’s bedside and his father had to take care of the tasks suddenly left uncompleted by his now former superior.

This is how Hyunjin, who was so used to be surrounded by seven brothers from another mother, ended up watching all the episodes of Hotel de Luna, twice, alone, in an empty beach house for two weeks straight. In the beginning, he found it kind of enjoyable. He spent the first few days sleeping-in, taking endless showers, eating snacks for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But slowly he started to miss waking up at dawn, racing to get in the shower first, fighting for the drumstick when they ordered chicken. Now it was almost unbearable. He hated the silence that he once longed for.

Of course, he thought about calling his friends and family on the phone. And he did at first, but as soon as he would hang up his loneliness would grow, multiply, swallow him whole. So, he had stopped. He also thought about going out and meeting new people. But he got so used to always having his members by his side that he forgot about how you even make new ones. He felt like a fool, not even being able to do the usual tasks of a normal teenager.

The only interaction with another living being he had was with you. Each day, he was counting the hours until he would go buy a raspberry popsicle, especially if it meant that he would see your face. Admittedly, you did not seem as excited to see his. You weren’t cheerful nor loquacious. Your whole body screamed “go away” but he still felt drawn to you. Maybe it was the way you’d mimic the drums with your fingers when you were absorbed by your music. Or how pretty you looked in that green uniform. Or the fact that you remembered raspberry was his favorite flavor.

That day, he decided loneliness had become too heavy of a burden for him. He wasn’t really realizing what he was doing when he grabbed a second popsicle out of the freezer. Afraid that he might chicken out if he thought about it too long, he walked so fast to the checkout that he almost bumped in the pile of baskets sitting next to your stool. He felt a slight relief when he saw that you noticed his purchase was different than the usual by the way you had furrowed your brows.

“Hey. This one is for you”, he said, sliding the bright pink wrapper across the counter.

Instead of reaching for the treat, your fingers started to play with the cord of your earphones. For once, you looked at him straight in the eyes. Normally you would be too focused on your cash register's screen to pay attention to him. As his confidence was melting under your gaze like an ice cream under the sun, he wondered if he actually didn’t like it better when you didn’t stare at him. Your expression was unreadable, at least for him. He had never been good at those type of things anyways.

“It must be hard to work during vacations” he added with a voice that seemed to be about to crack. He could not help but scratch the back of his head in an attempt to fight back his embarrassment.

He swore he caught a glimpse of the corners of your mouth slightly curl up, betraying your regular nonchalance. “Thanks” you responded with your usual tone, as you grabbed the popsicle, but the ghost of a smile was still lingering on your face. “3 dollars please”. He gave you the exact amount and was already on his way to the exit.

He felt a bit disappointed by your reaction but what was he even expecting? As he was trying to convince himself to be content with just seeing your smile, as discreet as it was, he heard your voice, piercing through the noise of the neon lights and refrigerators buzzing.

“Wait. I have my break in 10 minutes… Can you wait for me? We can eat it outside”. Was he hallucinating or did you actually asked him to eat together? He had to check your face several times to make sure he had not gotten crazy. Considering the way you were staring at him with your eyebrow arched, he figured he wasn’t dreaming and you were impatiently waiting for his answer. “I have to go get some fresh air anyways”, you added, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence.

“Sure”, he finally said, doing his best to keep his cool but he knew too well that his face had turned crimson red.

“I gotta put the popsicles back into the freezer otherwise it will be melted by then”. Your fingers reached for his. He noticed how small your hand seemed next to his, how the black polish on your nails was chipped, how cold your skin felt against his.

Once he was sure you were holding the popsicles, he sprinted out of the convenience-store. It was only when he got outside that he realized he had been holding his breath all this time.

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The next 10 minutes felt like a real ordeal. Not even the last album of the Strokes blasting in your earphones could distract you from the fact that the cutest boy you had ever seen was sitting on the sidewalk waiting for you, right in the middle of your field of vision.

You decided to swivel your stool towards the old clock instead. Seven minutes left before you could take your break. Your foot was tapping frantically on the white tiles. You were not sure if you wanted the minute hand to reach the 6 already or to stop right here in its track. Get this over with already or never have to talk to the boy again.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore his presence, you just could not. Maybe if the small TV mounted on the wall had been playing something a little bit more interesting than ads for beers and tampons you would have been able to, but sadly it was not the case.

You finally caved in, your gaze going back to him. Once again, you couldn’t help but stare at his shoulders. Unfortunately, he ended up turning around, catching you ogling. “Shit” you whispered under your breath, mortified. 

That was it, you thought. Even though there were still 2 more minutes left on the clock, you couldn’t stay here anymore. Otherwise you would have probably died of embarrassment by the time would be up.

You went to find the two popsicles you had put back into the freezer. You also decided to grab two cokes on your way out. You let out a loud breath, unsuccessfully trying to release the tension that had built up in your chest, before the sliding doors opened.

“Here” you said, holding out the popsicle and the drink to the boy. He grabbed it with a small “thank you” and a soft smile. The concrete burned the back of your thighs, left exposed by your worn-out denim shorts, when you sat by his side. The bright blue of the sky hurt your pupils. There wasn’t a single cloud on the horizon.

“I forgot how hot it was outside” you finally said. And you really meant it. It felt like you just went from a fridge to a 390 degrees oven.

“You work all day?” he asked, his face turning to yours. You noticed that he was already halfway through his coke. He must have been so thirsty. You felt bad for making him wait under the sun.

You nodded, as you took a sip of the beverage. “From 6 to 9. I start and finish my shift when the weather is still bearable” you explained.

You looked at your bare arms that were already heating up. They did not see the sun more than a few times this summer. You must have looked ill compared to the tanned vacationers. “I did not put sunscreen on” you said, thinking about how your mom used to nag you when you were young when you would stay under the sun for too long.

“You should probably go sit under the shade”, he suggested, his head turning to the plastic chair the convenience store had provided.

As you sat in it, you could not help but wonder if he purposely saved the place for you. It was positioned in such a way that you couldn’t clearly see the boy’s face, only his back and a bit of his profile. And what a profile. Chiseled jaw, delicate nose, pouty lips, pierced ears. You found yourself enjoying the view way more than you should have been. There was something so pleasant about being able to take a closer look at someone without being scrutinized back. But the lovely vision was disturbed by the beads of sweat that were forming at your eyebrows. You wiped it off quickly with the back of your hand.

“I fucking hate summer breaks” you sighed. The words came out harsher than you expected as you tore the fuchsia wrapper that protected the popsicle.

“Could not agree more” he said, between two licks. The way he was eating his popsicle was just sinful, you thought.

“Really? That’s an unpopular opinion though.”

“I guess I’m not used to breaks,” he shrugged.

“What do you do?” His answer had spiked your curiosity. He looked fairly young, around the same age as you. You wondered what kind of occupation would take up so much time of his life. Worker at a factory? Top athlete? Freelancer?  

Oddly enough, he took a few seconds to answer as if he was not sure himself. “I’m a hip-hop dancer” he finally said, turning around to see your reaction.

“No offense but that sounds like an all year long vacation to me” you teased him.

A laugh escaped his pink lips. Ringing and honest. It was music to your ears. “It’s really not, trust me. What about you?”.

“I’m a college student. I’m majoring in macroeconomics”. His once innocent smile turn into a teasing one. You rolled your eyes but the corners of your lips, already curling up, betrayed you. “I know. Sounds boring. It’s boring actually”.

“I always wondered what the usual college student day looks like”.

“Wake up. Eat. Drink. Party. Sleep. Repeat. Oh, and sometimes go to class,” you counted on your fingers.

“TV shows are not lying then?” he asked, cocking his brow.

“They are. They make it seem fun when in reality it’s just the same stupid people doing the same stupid shit every single day. It gets exhausting really quickly... Oh and don’t get me started on hangovers, they make you regret going everytime.” You stopped your rant there and went back to eating your popsicle, afraid that you might have made him uneasy.  

But it didn’t seem like it. Instead, he looked pensive, almost sad. “I wish I could live like that sometimes...”

“What’s keeping you from partying right now? You’re here with you parents?” Vacations were the perfect time to get wasted so it was surprising he did not seize the opportunity to do so, like all the other teens in town.

“I was supposed to, but something came up last minute. So, I’m all by myself. I don’t know anybody here,” he admitted. Although he turned his head to the other side, hiding his face from you, you could sense a bit of embarrassment in his voice.

You both fell silent, acting like you were too busy eating your popsicles to talk. You didn’t know when you decided to speak up. You couldn’t even remember what your train of thought was. But here you were, about to say a sentence you had never thought you would be saying to stranger one day.

“Hey, I’m meeting with my friends tonight. Do you wanna come?” The heat had probably melted your brain, you thought. There was no way you would have uttered those words if you had been in your right mind. You held your breath, waiting for his answer.

His eyes immediately went back to yours, lighting up with expectancy. “Will they be okay with it?”

“I think so. They always bring a plus one last minute without warning me. So that will be my revenge” you laughed, trying to conceal the nervousness that was growing in your stomach as you were realizing the implications of your offer.

“You sure?”

An old man was coming your way, a large shopping bag on his shoulders. A curse escaped your lips as you checked your phone. It was way past your break time. “If you insist, I’ll call them to ask. I gotta go.” As the client entered the shop, you quickly got up and threw the popsicle stick in the closest bin, along with the wrapper “I don’t get why you’re so obsessed with this popsicle, it’s really not that good”, you muttered on your way to the entrance. 

“Wait. Where do we meet up tonight?” he stuttered as he sprung to his feet.

“Be there by 9” you yelled before disappearing being the sliding doors.

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When the client left, his basket full of oranges and peaches, you decided to call your friend as promised. You reluctantly pressed Minju’s contact picture. In order to have your hands free and be able to refill the aisles with ramen packets, you stuck your phone between your ear and shoulder. You regretted it immediately when she picked up the phone, her loud voice hurting your eardrum.

“You better not be calling me to cancel tonight’s plans.” You’d be lying if you said that the absence of any kind of greetings came as a surprise. Her answer was easily explainable by the fact that your phone calls were rarely auspicious since you despised calling and only did it instead of texting when you had something to apologize for.

“Yeah, about that… Just wanted to warn you, I’m bringing a friend tonight”. You could not help but wince at your own words, already predicting her answer.

“You have other friends than us?” She asked in her famous mocking tone, making you regret instantly your prior boldness. It was so unlike you to invite a total stranger and Minju knew it too well.

“I met him recently, he comes to the shop everyday”, you tried to explain.

“He? A boy?” She gasped and your mind could clearly imagine her shocked face as if she was standing right in front of you, hands on the cheeks and mouth agape. You’re pretty sure your eyes rolled all the way back to your head.  

Your friend must have guessed it because you could hear her repressing a giggle. “Okay, okay” She said, regaining her composure. “What’s the lucky man’s name?” she allowed herself to ask. A sudden realization hit you.

You did not even know his name.

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As Hyunjin walked down the same street, his pace faster than usual, he felt his heartbeat increase and his hands getting clammy. The sun had not set yet, but the sky’s color had changed, shades of pink and oranges replacing the garish blue. A fresh breeze was tickling his nose and caressing his cheeks. The linen shirt he wore would probably come handy by the end of the night, when the air would have completely cooled off but for now, the tension in his body was making him sweat profusely. He felt like a frightened teenager going to his first party. Which, to be honest, was not that far from the truth.

When he entered the shop, you were running everywhere, apologizing for being late. He offered his help to close the shop, which you accepted but only after he insisted. Fifteen minutes later, as you were finally about to lower the shutters and leave, you stopped dead in your tracks.

“We can’t come empty handed”, you muttered to yourself. You went back into the 7/11 and grabbed a pack of beers and a bottle of coke from the fridge, as well as a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of vodka behind the counter. The night promised to be eventful and Hyunjin could not help but feel slightly excited as if he was about to break the rules. And in fact, he was probably going to break his company’s rules tonight.

Even at this hour, the subway was packed by teenagers going out for the night and businessmen coming home late to their family. It forced the both of you to stay quiet, the chatters and the rails’s screeching making you unable to hear each other anyways.

Hyunjin caught a glimpse of your reflection in the window. You looked tired, staring into space, as you were holding the heavy bottles. He could sense that you definitely weren’t as excited as him to go out. Your body was slouching against the metal door, as if you carried the weight of the world on your shoulder.

At each station, you would mindlessly move aside to let people get on and off. He could not help but stare at your features that had seemed to age in a matter of hours. You looked jaded, as if you already saw everything that life had to offer you and that it did not live up to your expectations.

Hyunjin couldn’t help but wonder if you regretted inviting him. He unsuccessfully tried to ease his mind by convincing himself it was probably the long day of work you had behind you and not his presence that was making this apathetic.

Moments later, you were already at the host’s door, pushing on the intercom’s button reluctantly. The person that picked up did not even care to ask you who you were before allowing you in.

Hyunjin was surprised there wasn’t any beer pong table or bowl of punch. No expensive mansion, no pool filled with girls in bikinis, no flashing lights, no blasting electro music. Only about twenty tipsy teenagers gathered around the couch and the dining table, sipping on cheap drinks and sharing cigarettes, listening to commercial music. It looked nothing like the movies but at least Hyunjin felt a little bit less nervous in this familiar setting.

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You could not bother to go around the room and say hi to everybody. Firstly, because you didn’t know at least half of the persons there and did not care to meet them. Mostly, because you spent the last month ghosting the people you did know and did not want to confront them. Instead, you went straight to the wooden dining table, barely visible under all the unhealthy snacks and beverages, where Minju was seated. 

“Here comes Y/N, guys”, she yelled as if you were the literal messiah, but thankfully nobody was listening, too busy getting wasted. When her eyes went from you to your guest, they doubled in size. 

“So, this is the guy you were hiding all this time”, she teased, and you could see the boy’s ears turning bright red, even in this dim lighting.

“I’m Minju,” she said, holding out her hand for him to shake.

“Hyunjin” he responded with a shy smile as their palms met. Even though you wanted to strangle her for embarrassing you in front of everybody, you had to admit her antics were useful for once, since it allowed you to finally learn the stranger’s name. And what a name. You found yourself repeating it in your head again and again and again… It fit his features perfectly: soft and dreamy.

You had to snap out of it, you thought. All these feelings were so out of character.  “I need a shot. Want one?” You asked Hyunjin. Before he could even answer, you were already grabbing the bottle of vodka and hastily pouring the liquor in two small glasses.

“Sure” he said as he reached for the alcohol. You clinked your glasses, looking straight into each other eyes, before downing the bitter liquid in one shot. His face contorted dramatically as soon as his lips touched the vodka, making you chuckle.

The lighthearted moment did not last long since you saw Jiwon coming in your direction. You had met him at you first Halloween college party. He was your typical frat boy, friendly and noisy, but mostly silly. To your surprise, he had taken interest in you and made his mission to transform you into an extrovert by the end of the year, which, by the way, did not happen and was not about to happen anytime soon. His intentions weren’t bad but his constant nagging about socializing only made you drift further away. And tonight, you definitely weren’t going to put up with his bullshit. When he reached the table, you avoided his gaze by reaching for the bottle once again.

“I might need another one” you muttered under your breath as you quickly poured yourself a second drink, swallowing it in a matter of second, your throat burning and chest warming up.

 “Y/N! It’s been a while. Where have you been?” Jiwon asked you, putting his arm around your shoulders. 

“Working” you replied curtly. The boy just laughed at your boorish behavior, used to it by now, and playfully shook your shoulder. 

“We’re gonna play ‘never have I ever’. Wanna join?” he asked at your intention but also at Hyunjin’s. 

“I’ll pass”, you immediately responded, not in the mood for revealing all your dirty little secrets to strangers. When were you ever in the mood, anyway? 

“If you didn’t already know Hyunjin, Y/N is the definition of a party pooper”, Minju slurred as if her mouth was full of marbles. You could already predict the fact that you’ll probably spend the end of your night holding your friend’s hair while she pukes in the toilets. “But I’m sure you’re much more fun than her”.

“It’s really not that hard.” Jiwon added, a teasing smile dancing on his lips.

Hyunjin looked at you as if he was asking your permission to participate in the drinking game. You suddenly felt guilty, realizing you were probably ruining his night by acting so sour. You nodded for him to go and not to worry about you. He smiled back at you as Minju was already grabbing him by the arm to drag him to the living room. He found a seat on the rug, between two pretty girls whose names and faces you couldn’t remember.

After hesitating between staying at the dining table, moping around and binging on sour cream and onion chips, or moving closer to the group of players, you decided to come and seat on the armrest of the sofa to observe the game. Hyunjin’s nervousness seemed to lessen a bit when he saw that you were now just in front of him, only separated by the coffee table filled with glasses, and you could not help but find it adorable. His eyes left yours to find Jiwon’s as he handed him a dark green bottle of beer.

“Okay so here is the twist. We’re gonna play the other way around. I say something I have done and people who never did it must drink. That way goody two-shoes get drunk for once. I’m sure the others don’t need help to get drunk anyways”, the girl on the right of Hyunjin explained and the partygoers approved loudly.

“I’ll start slow. I have had a blackout before” she said, a smile creeping up on her mouth. Hyunjin looked around as if he was waiting for some type of signal. When he saw a few other people drinking, he took a sip of his beer.

As expected, a guy was already bickering with his friend about whether or not he could really remember the time he danced naked on the kitchen counter on New Year’s Eve. With each statement, the players became more and more tipsy, more and more loud. It would usually get on your nerves and you would go take refuge in the bathroom to ease your growing headache, but surprisingly you did not mind the noise.

Probably because all you could pay attention to at the moment was the boy in front of you. You could not help but secretly watch his every move. You hoped nobody noticed you were staring. So far, he had drunk at almost every round. Thankfully it was just beer and not another strong liquor, otherwise he would have been too far gone to even be able to get up on his feet by now.

Your mind started wandering. It was filled with questions only him could answer but that you will probably never ask. You wondered what his life was like. You had never seen someone drink this much during a “never have I ever”. Certainly because people who knew they would be drinking this much usually abstained from participating. But Hyunjin looked like he was having the time of his life losing every single round.

How come someone like him had so little experience? He did not seem like the party animal type, so you weren’t surprised when he took large gulps when a girl said she had thrown up on a friend before and when a guy stated he once fell flat on his face because of how pissed out drunk he was. But how come he never had a long-term relationship nor a one-night stand? How come he never had to hide a hickey? How come he never broke up with someone? How come he never made out in public? To say the boy was a mystery to you would have been an understatement.

His actions were getting clumsier, his laugh getting louder, his lids getting heavier, his cheeks getting redder, yet you were mesmerized. The usual aversion you’d feel towards inebriated teens had magically vanished at his captivating sight. How could someone look this beautiful, even with their guard down?

As he finished his third bottle of beer, the blonde girl on his left was already opening him another one with her lighter. You could barely hear what he was saying to her above the music and the screams, but you sensed that the alcohol was starting to become a bit too much for him as she forced the drink in his reluctant hands.

“I’ll replace Hyunjin” you said, leaping up instantly to everyone’s surprise including Hyunjin’s. He stared at you with big eyes and you suddenly felt dumb, standing here while everybody was slumped on the Persian rug.

“Here comes your knight in shining armor, Hyunjin,” Jiwon said, breaking the awkward silence by laughing loudly as if it was the highlight of his night.  

“Are you scared your boyfriend is gonna get out of control, Y/N?”  the blonde asked, a smirk dancing on her bright red lips. Hearing your name in her mouth came as a surprise to you since you were pretty sure you had never seen her before. But it’s not like you paid attention to drunk girls at parties. You let out a forced laugh as you got around the coffee table, trying not to crush fingers or knock over red solo cups.

“I’m just way too sober for this shitty party”, you said while you finally managed to plop down gracelessly between Hyunjin and the blonde. You addressed her your biggest, brightest, sardonic smile before you snatched the bottle she was trying so hard to give to the boy from her.

You tried to avoid Hyunjin’s gaze by staring at the round stains left on the wooden table by previous glasses, as if it was the most interesting thing you ever saw. But it was impossible to ignore his presence when your bare shoulder was flushed against his. You suddenly became so aware of how cold your skin was compared to his. You felt your heart beat in your biceps. You secretly damned the vintage muscle tee he was wearing. You would probably have found it ugly on anybody else but, oh god, did it look good on him.

You finally dared to take a look at his face, only to meet his dark hooded eyes. He was looking straight into your soul, making you feel naked, stripped down from your armor. It seemed like any kind of shyness had left him as alcohol had infiltrated his body. You could have sworn he was gradually leaning forward, getting closer to your face inch by inch, second by second. As he suddenly lost his balance, you moved just in time to avoid his head, which ended up bumping against shoulder.

“Woah, sorry” he giggled while he grabbed onto your forearm for additional support. His fingertips were burning your skin, his smile was frying bour brain.

You could see Minju smirking out of the corner of your eyes, making you instantly get a hold on yourself. There was no way you would give your friend the satisfaction of seeing you flustered because of a boy.

“My turn,” you said, after clearing your throat. “I have gone skinny dipping before.”

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Hyunjin could not tell how much time had passed until he finally realized you had disappeared when he felt like he was on fire. Your coldness was gone and the little voice inside his head was urging him to go find it again.

He got up, his legs wobbly as if he was walking with high heels on quicksands, and wandered down the corridor. The alcohol had his head buzzing. He could not trust his senses anymore, his eyes were playing games, twisting and blurring his surroundings. Thankfully, there were no countless doors leading to dark rooms filled with strangers making out. Just your usual messy bedrooms and small bathroom, making it a lot easier to find you.

When he turned the silver knob of the second door, he was immediately warned by the scent of burnt tobacco. He could make out your figure, standing on the small balcony. Your features were lit by the moonlight. The smoke coming from your cigarette was creating shadows on your face and the fresh wind was blowing in your untamed baby hair. For the first time you looked soft, almost fragile.

You only seemed to notice his presence when he tripped on the windowsill, making a blaring noise that echoed into the empty street. Even though he was drunk, he could still see you were repressing a laugh.

“You look like you’re having fun” you said, backing onto the balustrade and crossing your arms over your chest, your halfway smoked cigarette stuck between your index and middle fingers.

“Yeah. Thanks for bringing me” he responded, climbing onto the bar of the balustrade like a kid would do to be able to look outside despite his small height. He did not know he had vertigo until he looked down the 5 stories. You grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back to the ground as his head was spinning. 

He stole your cigarette and brought it to his lips to take a drag. He immediately regretted his decision when the smoke burnt his esophagus, making him almost choke. He gave it back to you with a sheepish smile. But you seemed amused by his childish antics.

“My friends seem to like you a lot”, you said, ignoring his embarrassing attempt at acting like a bad boy. “I’d say even more than they like me”.

“No, they don’t” he snorted.

“Yes, they do” you chuckled. You took a long drag of your cigarette as you turned around to look at the moon. A cloud of smoke escaped your lips and nostrils, tingling Hyunjin’s unaccustomed nose. “But don’t worry. That was the reaction I was hoping for when I invited you.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed. He could not quite comprehend what you were meaning by that and the alcohol flowing through his veins was probably not helping.

“I knew they would pay attention to you and not me. It’s a win-win situation. You’re having a great time and they’re leaving me in peace for once. I don’t think I would have been able to put up with another ‘why are you so quiet’ or ‘smile a little more’ comment”, you explained, addressing him a small smile. He noticed you were trying hard to hide a certain form a sadness, but it shone through your steel mask anyways. He could see it in the way your eyes would linger for too long on the accumulated ashes and your breath would shake.

“You really hate them, huh?” He realized his question was gauche a second too late. A silence settled in between the two of you, only disrupted by the sound of the wind blowing in the trees. The moon was almost full and there was no cloud in the navy sky to soften the light it shone on you.

“I don’t hate them. I hate the way they make me feel”, you finally admitted as if you were dying to say those words out loud for so long.

“How do they make you feel?” Hyunjin inquired hesitantly.

“Like I’m out of place” you said. “Have you ever felt lonely in a room full of people? I feel that way each time I show up to those parties. That is why I stopped coming. The worst thing is my friends try so hard to make me feel like I belong here, to the point that it becomes annoying. They keep on inviting me and dragging me everywhere they go. Yet, it doesn’t work.” You sighed heavily and flicked the ash at the tip of your cigarette. “The problem is not them. It’s me”, you muttered to yourself, but Hyunjin could hear the pain in your voice.

“And how do I make you feel?” He dared to ask, preparing himself to have his feelings hurt.

“Honestly? Jealous. I wonder how you do… this,” you said, waving your hand in his face.

“What is “this”?” he giggled.

“Being so charming.” You looked at your shoes, your cheeks flushing red as if complimenting him was the most embarrassing thing you had ever done. He could not help but find your behavior endearing. A teasing smile was painted on Hyunjin’s face, making you roll your eyes. He bumped your shoulder with his to get a laugh from you. He felt relieved to see you finally smile.  

“You’re gonna probably roll your eyes at what I’m gonna say but there aren’t only good sides to being well-liked” he started hesitantly.

Your reaction pushed him to continue. It looked like he had all your attention, like you were genuinely interested in knowing how he felt. It had always been hard for him to talk about it, even with his members since he didn’t want to be an additional burden. But he found a sense of comfort in telling an almost total stranger. If truth be told, he felt like he could tell you everything at this exact moment. 

“I’m always wondering if the person they like is the real me or the front I’m trying to put up every single day. I’m scared they’ll find out who I really am and get bored of me. Or even worst, disgusted by me”. He was so used to hiding every single one of his flaws. A perfect man, that is what he was always asked to be. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect outfit, perfect personality, perfect performance. He was taught the smallest misdemeanor would lead not only to his downfall, but his friends’ too. What a heavy burden to carry when you’re still just a lost and confused teenager. “I feel like an impostor.” His members probably felt the same way sometimes, but it was obsessing him. He couldn’t count the number of nights he stayed awake wondering if he really earned his place by working himself into the ground or if was just lucky to be born with a pretty face.

“Then who’s the real you?” you asked quietly. Your eyes were shining in the dark, your long lashes surrounding them like the petals of two rare flowers. He felt like he could dive into them, get lost in the abyss and never come back up to the surface, as if he would find the answer to your question there. For a minute, it seemed like he forgot how to breathe, how to think. He finally came back to his senses when you stubbed out your cigarette, breaking the entrancing contact between the two of you.

“An insecure and sensitive drama queen”, he said with a fake solemn tone like a spy revealing his real identity.  

“I would love to get to know her somedays” you joked, grinning from ear to ear. How badly he wanted to pinch your pink cheeks right now, to squeeze you so tight you’d pop in his arms.

“How about tonight?”

You spent the next few hours on the small balcony discussing your everyday lives, sharing your guiltiest pleasures, revealing your darkest secrets, keeping each other warm by huddling up. He discovered you were polar opposites. You despised coffee while he would kill for a good iced Americano. Hyunjin enjoyed listening to hip-hop, you preferred rock. You liked old black and white movies while he’d never say no to go see the new marvel one in theaters. He’d always pick sweet raspberry over any other flavor, but you’d choose bitter lemon. You strived at night, when no one was watching, whereas he lived under the constant spotlight, scrutinized by strangers. He felt like the sun and you looked like the moon. He was the summer, warm and welcoming, and you were the winter, cold and impenetrable. You were so far away from each other, worlds apart. Yet, never had he felt this close to someone before. In your presence, he felt at home.

The creaking sound of the door opening interrupted your conversation. “Guys, Yerin is kicking everybody out” Jiwon said. Minju, trying hard to keep her eyes open but loosing miserably against the alcohol and the sleepiness, was gripping the boy’s shoulder tightly, using him as a crutch.

“What time is it?” you asked, getting back inside the bedroom. Hyunjin followed reluctantly. Never had he hated someone more than Jiwon right now for putting an end to such a magical moment. He had to fight the urge to scream at the intruders to go away and leave the two of you alone. But it was too late, the atmosphere had already shifted, and you were back to the usual detached attitude you displayed in public.

“It’s already 3 am. I’m taking Minju back to her place” he answered. You thanked him, obviously relieved not to be the one in charge of taking care of your drunk best friend.

When your group arrived in the living room, Hyunjin saw a girl who was trying to clean up the mess the guests made. He would have offered his help if he had not seen that you were already out of the door, waiting for him. Jiwon and Minju left immediately in a yellow cab that was waiting for them.

Once again, you and Hyunjin were alone, surrounded by the silence of the dark night.

“I don’t wanna go home yet”, he whispered to himself, as he watched the few stars the polluted air of the city allowed him to see, his back pressed against the concrete wall of the building.

“Me neither”, you admitted. His heart jumped in his chest at the thought that you wanted to spend more time with him. His eyes dared to find yours. They were sparkling in excitement. A few hours ago, never he would have hoped to see you react in such a way. Only him seemed to be allowed to see this facet of yours. You made him feel so special.

“Let’s go somewhere else” he said.

“Where?”

That was a good question. Where do teenagers go in the middle of the night if it isn’t to a house party? “I’ve never been to a club before”, he suggested after racking his still foggy brain.

“Let’s make this night a night of firsts then”. Your cold fingers intertwined with his, sending shivers down his spine, as you dragged him in the alley lit by rusty streetlamps.

The night was young and so were the both of you.

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You couldn’t fathom how the fuck you ended up in a dingy night club at 3:30 AM, the place you despised the most on earth, right after public toilets and hospitals. Yesterday, a check to your name with at least two zeros would have been necessary to convince you to join the wasted partiers. Today, a sweet smile and a couple more shots of vodka had been more than enough. The effect the boy you met just a few weeks ago had on you was much more important than you would have liked to admit. How far were you capable to go for him if he asked you to? There was something scary about this intense sentiment you never felt before.

Hyunjin had you dancing in the middle of a crowd of total strangers as if nobody was watching. You, the person who was self-aware of every single one of her moves, constantly imagining how she looked in the eyes of the people surrounding her. For the first time, you let yourself truly exhale. You didn’t realize how long you had been holding your breath for.

Your intoxicated blood was pumping in your veins to the rhythm of the music blasting in your ears. Your limbs were moving as they wished, as if they had a mind of their own. The ground, sticky after all the drinks that were spilled on it, seemed to be rippling under your feet. Your whole world was tilting to the right, and then to the left, like a seesaw. Each flash of light felt like an additional shot of adrenaline. Your head was spinning and your vision getting hazier by the minute, making your eyes unable to distinguish the mass of sweaty bodies in the dark. But no matter how dizzy you were, you could still see him clearly.

Like Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky, Hyunjin shone. In a tide of people, you only had eyes for him. His body was moving in the most entrancing way, swinging so effortlessly to the beat of early 2010 hits. You couldn’t help but stare at his glistening neck, his collar bones left uncovered by his white muscle tee, his defined biceps, his swaying hips. Every inch of him seemed to be the work of Apollon.

You knew people were admiring him but you did not care. How could you be mad at them for taking a glimpse of such a beautiful sight? Especially when his eyes were never leaving yours, making you wonder what you did in your past life to deserve even a second of his attention.

You did not know how many hours went by, watching him recreating the most ridiculous dance steps he could remember to make you giggle and listening to him butchering your favorite childhood songs. At some point, you joined him. You screamed at the top of your lungs approximative lyrics that faded into uncontrollable bursts of laugher as he would catch you in his arms, make you twirl around and lift you in the air.  

As people were slowly leaving the club, you were coming down from your high. Hyunjin was holding you tighter and tighter, your chest crushed against his, not even an inch separating your bodies, as if he was scared you might vanish if he loosened up his embrace even just a little. You never were the affectionate type, too afraid getting closer to someone would only scare them away. Because this is how you’d normally react yourself. The proximity was terrifying, the intimacy even more. But being in Hyunjin’s arms just felt so right at this moment.

Suddenly, the music seemed to come from another room, so far away, muffled as if your head was underwater. You dared to remove your face from the crook of his neck. You were relieved when you saw his face. Relieved this was not just a dream, this was your present. You were both gasping for air, inhaling and exhaling at the same tempo.

Your fingertips found his right cheek, then grazed his cupid’s bow and finally touched his lower lip. They felt too rough against his plump mouth. No matter how hard you’d try, you would never be gentle enough for such delicate features, for such a pure soul, you thought. You would ruin him, destroy him, tear his heart apart. But then his hand wrapped around yours. He made you press your palm against his burning skin.

His deep brown eyes were screaming ‘You’re enough’. And for once you believed it.

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“There is one more thing I want to do tonight” Hyunjin told you.

The fresh breeze had replaced the smell of sweat and alcohol and all kinds of filthy things, as you exited the night club. The dew was already glistening on the blades of grass of the neighboring lawns, like thousands of diamonds. The dark sky, blurred by the morning mist, was just starting to lighten, turning shades of lilac and mauve. The sunrise would be soon, but the streetlights were still on, leading the way. The teenagers that were kicked out of the club looked lost and disoriented as if they had just regained consciousness after an endless dream, stumbling in the city streets at 6 in the morning on a Sunday.

Your makeup was smudged under your eyes, accentuating the dark shadows due to the lack of sleep. Your hair was a mess and your cheekbones red. Yet, the way you were looking at him, eyes sparkling with curiosity, made you look adorable.

“Which way is the ocean?” he asked you.

You cocked your eyebrow in confusion but pointed your thumb to your right anyways, giving up on guessing what he had in mind. He grabbed your hand, his fingers naturally intertwining with yours, and started to run in the direction you indicated, slaloming between the hangover teens.

Not once had he gone to see the ocean since he had arrived here. The loneliness had paralyzed him all this time. But now that you were by his sides, he had the strong urge to feel the sea spray on his face, the sand between his toes. To feel alive after all these days of numbness. And share this feeling with you.

He had to drag you for a few meters before you finally picked up the pace. The further you got away from the night club, the more the streets were deserted, the only living presences you encountered at this hour being stray cats searching for something to eat in the dumpsters.

“Wait” you faintly protested as you were already gasping for air after a few minutes of running.

“We have to hurry before the sun comes up” he told you, holding your hand a little tighter to give you some courage.

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When your Doc Martens finally sunk in the humid sand, your lungs were on fire and your heart was about to burst out of your ribcage. The slender boy did not let you catch your breath though. As you were bent in two, hands resting on your weakened knees and chest heaving, you saw Hyunjin taking off his shirt and his muscle tee out of the corner of your eye.

Taken aback by his sudden boldness, you stood back up abruptly. The way Hyunjin smirked at you made you realize you were staring a bit too obviously at his defined torso. You felt your face becoming even hotter when he pulled down his jean shorts. Once he threw his beat-up converse in the sand, only his blue boxers were left. Never in your life a boy’s behavior had made you this flustered.  

As your brain was trying to register what was happening, your started to stutter foolishly. But Hyunjin did not leave you the time to ask what the hell he was doing, already sprinting to the ocean. In an instant, the crashing waves swallowed him whole. You tried to catch a glimpse of him, but the foam formed by the sea’s eddies were making it impossible for you to distinguish his figure.

You did not know what took over you, probably the same unknown feeling that pushed you to dance in a filthy club, but here you were undressing hastily on a deserted beach at dawn. You ignored the shivers that traveled down your spine and the goosebumps that were appearing on your legs as you took off your shorts. You kept your large t-shirt on, not brave enough to show your whole body to him. You knew your courage would falter if you took too long to enter the cold water, so you ran and dove, headfirst.

The water felt like liquid ice against your skin, wrapping every inch of you, hugging you dearly. Your whole body went numb. If it wasn’t your stinging cuticles that were raw from the constant biting of your nails, you would have forgotten you were even made out of flesh. Forgotten that your existence did not just consist of a tired soul floating around aimlessly in the limbo. At last, everything felt so serene and at peace.

Ever since you learned how to swim, you had always loved the ocean. The feeling it procured you was still unrivaled to this day. It was better than alcohol, better than drugs, better than sex. Underwater, everything would stop for a moment. Your heartbeat would start to slow down, to the point you weren’t sure you were still alive. Your eyes would cease to see, and your ears would cease to hear. The whole world would go quiet. Those minutes of nothingness were all you wished for. They left you craving for more. But as the years went by, the beach wasn’t the refuge it used to be anymore. It slowly became a place of deep insecurities and social obligations. You stopped going, always declining your friends’ invitations. Only now were you realizing how much you missed the ocean’s embrace.  

When your lungs screamed in need of oxygen, you reluctantly swam back to the surface. The void the water left in your heart was immediately filled by Hyunjin’s smile.

“You’re crazy” you told him between two waves, your hands flailing around to keep your head over the troubled water. He beamed at you and you thought you could die happy right now, with the picture of his radiant face in mind.

You both let yourselves float on your backs, the water gently rocking you. The sun was peeking shyly on the horizon, like the flame of an old lighter, gradually turning the shades of blue and mauve into hues of orange and pink. You noticed the faint shadow of the moon, not wanting to leave just yet. Ribbons of golden clouds were now decorating the pale sky. The sea was no longer an abyss of dark blue, but now an infinite expanse of liquid gold, as the sun rays were dancing over its surface.

You were overwhelmed by such beauty, on the verge of tears. You weren’t sure if you had actually started crying or if your cheeks were just wet because of the ocean’s water. The memory of the last last time you watched the sunrise by the sea with your family came back. Your parents were still together at that time and your brother hadn’t left town to go study far away yet. Everything was so simple back then. You used to be so happy, so carefree, so eager. You thought you would never be able to feel this way ever again. You thought the best moments of your life were already behind you.

But Hyunjin proved you wrong. For the first time in years, you didn’t regret yesterday nor fear tomorrow. You didn’t think about the stupid shit you did at a party last year nor what you were going to do with your boring degree once you graduated. You didn’t wish time away, finally savoring the moment. You felt so alive by his side.

You didn’t know how long you were floating, watching silently the sky changing colors. Minutes, hours, months, years, an eternity had passed. When you finally got back on your feet, your fingers were all pruned. As you were about to get out of the water, Hyunjin grabbed your wrist. “There’s one last thing I want to do tonight” he told you.

“It’s not nighttime anymore,” you teased him.

But Hyunjin did not seem to be in the mood to joke around. The way he was staring at you so intensely made your chest ache in apprehension. He pulled gently on your wrist to bring you closer. So close you were able to see the droplets of water that clung onto his long eyelashes. The sunrise had turned his deep brown eyes into cognac-colored ones, shades of orange and amber tinting his irises. His tan skin was glowing, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was really a human or an otherworldly creature. Your breath hitched in your throat that had suddenly gone dry.

“Alright,” you said, in a voice that was quieter than you expected. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure. “But I swear to god, Hyunjin, if you ask me to jump off a cliff I - “

You were cut off by his plump lips, pressing softly against yours. Hyunjin kissed you tenderly, carefully, as if you were made of crystal. He tasted like salt and vodka, like holidays and sunshine. At this moment, you felt whole, complete. But he pulled away only seconds after, much to your dismay. His expectant eyes found yours. He seemed to be waiting for a response that would hopefully calm his nerves.

You wanted to scream ‘what were you waiting for all this time?’ but instead you just kissed him back, craving the feeling of his mouth on yours so badly. Your hands trailed up his shoulder and cupped his cheeks. The kiss grew more intense as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you harder against his damp skin. Heat bloomed in the pit of your stomach, spreading ineluctably to the rest of your body. Hyunjin’s prior hesitation was long gone. His lips moved urgently, kissing you so hard you would have probably lost your balance if he wasn’t holding you this tight.

Your fingers pulled on his hair tie to free his bleached strands. You were finally able to run your fingers through his wet hair. You had been dying to do so all evening. You couldn’t help but tug slightly at the rough ends. You thought your heartbeat couldn’t get any faster until a soft moan escaped his lips, sending you over the edge.

Your head was spinning endlessly. Your mind was monopolized by the thought of him. Every bit of your sanity was out the window. You loved his blond hair that was a little too long. You cherished his delicate nose. You adored his full lips. You treasured the beauty mark under his eye. You worshipped his whole being.

When it all became too much for your body to handle, you reluctantly broke the kiss. You were both panting, breathing the same air as his forehead stayed pressed against yours. His thumb was rubbing slowly against your jaw and you couldn’t help but lean into his soothing touch. He looked so glorious, his eyes half-closed, and his lips swollen, that if you had listened to the mischievous voice in your head you would have devoured him at that very moment. But Hyunjin noticed the goosebumps that had spread across your arms and the way you were shivering. He finally became aware of the freezing waves that kept crashing against your thighs.

“We should go dry off before we catch a cold” he said to you with the sweetest smile, before leading you out of the water, his hand never leaving yours.

Just now did you realize how bad of an idea it had been to swim with your shirt still on. It was clinging onto every inch of your body, the salt making it even more uncomfortable. There was no way it would be dry before several hours, especially with the sun this low on the horizon. Once Hyunjin reached the pile of clothes you left on the sand, he handed you his linen shirt awkwardly and turned around to let you change. You couldn’t help but giggle at his adorable gesture.

You made sure nobody was watching, undressed as quickly as your sticky t-shirt allowed you to and put his shirt on. It was soft against your skin and smelled like his cologne. Hyunjin had taken the opportunity of you turning your back on him to put his tee and shorts back on. You laughed when you realized that he went commando, his dripping boxers still in his hand.

He tried to distract you from his blushing face by letting himself fall to the ground. You joined him, with a loud sigh, stretching you out on the golden sand that had just started to warm up. It was the first time in 24 hours that you were lying down but your eyes wouldn’t close.

“I can’t believe you never asked what my name was and just waited around to know it” Hyunjin laughed, interrupting your daydream.

You rolled on your stomach and leaned on your elbow so that you could look at him. “You didn’t ask what mine was either!” you exclaimed, on the defensive. But his infectious laugh only ringed louder in your ears. “I was stressed out, okay?” you pouted.  

“Did I make you flustered?” he smirked.

“Of course, you did!” you said like he had stated the obvious. “It’s not that often that a cute boy comes to the store every single day to buy freaking raspberry popsicles…”

“Maybe I didn’t only come to buy popsicles.”

“Oh really? I would have never thought,” you said ironically.

“Not gonna lie, I was kind of shocked that you finally talked to me” he said while his fingers tucked a piece of hair that was falling over your face behind your ear lovingly.

“Was I that scary?”

“Terrifying” he joked. You rolled your eyes and put his arm around you so that you could rest your head on his chest.

“Okay let’s start all over. Hi, my name is Y/N.” you said sticking out your hand for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. My name is Hyunjin. Can we make out now?” he giggled, and you couldn’t help but hit him playfully.

You both grew silent as you admired the sky changing color. You snuggled your face in the crook of his neck, looking for his warmth. You wondered how he was always so warm, how he felt like pure sunshine. You thought you could spend your whole life here, just the two of you, laying on a beach at dawn, listening to his steady heartbeat, him playing with your wet hair. You would have wanted to catch this feeling in a bottle: happiness.

“Summer breaks aren’t so bad after all,” he whispered.

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Hyunjin’s shoulder had gone numb a long time ago but he didn’t dare to move, not wanting to disturb such a peaceful sight. You were sleeping, your mouth slightly agape, air coming in and out of it steadily. But when he felt like he would have to be amputated if he stayed like this one more second, he scooped up your head gently to put it on the sand. Unfortunately, your puffy eyes opened as soon as his skin wasn’t in contact with yours anymore, as if your body couldn’t bear to be separated from his.  

“What time is it?” you asked groggily, trying to cover your face from the sun that was already a lot higher in the blue sky.

He took his phone out of his pocket, careful not to put any sand on it. “8:47” he said.

“I really gotta go”, you sighed. But you didn’t get up.

You looked so comfortable, laying there, hugged by the warm sand. Your whole body, which used to look lifeless, was now bathing in sunlight. White linen had never looked this good, he thought. The way his shirt was draping over your figure mesmerized him. Your delicate collarbones were peeking right above the collar. He noticed every freckle on your face, every mole on your body, every stretchmark on your hips, every hair on your arms and legs. He loved all of it. He had to repress the urge to caress your skin, too scared he might go crazy if he did.

You finally decided to move, much to Hyunjin’s dismay. You emptied your boots of all the sand that had found its way in them before putting them back on. Hyunjin had never seen someone struggle this much to tie up their laces before. You both managed to stand up, despite the exhaustion and the soreness.

“And I really need some Advil” you said, wincing in pain once you were on your feet. Your head must have been pounding, just like his, after this long night of partying.

“Piggyback ride?” he offered, and you smiled. He collected all your clothes before he let you jump onto his back. You had a hard time doing it, having no strength left in your legs, but after a few attempts and a fit of laughter, Hyunjin managed to hook his arms under your thighs. He took one last look at the turbulent ocean, in order to imprint this moment in his memory, before returning to the streets.  

You acted like a GPS, indicating him the fastest way to get to the closest subway station. He had never seen a GPS be this confused though: you were changing your itinerary every two seconds and he was starting to wonder if you really knew were you were going. But the ways your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your breath was caressing his cheeks and your hair was tickling his neck were totally making up for how exhausted he felt from carrying you for so long.

Once you finally reached the subway entrance after this long journey, he let you get down. Your hurtled down the stairs as you heard the loud screeching of the train getting closer. 

As expected on a Sunday morning, the car was almost empty, so you easily found two seats. You let your head fall onto Hyunjin shoulder. 

He couldn’t help but think about your previous ride. About how different it felt. About how world-weary you used to seem as you were staring out the window. It had only happened 12 hours earlier, but it seemed like eternity had passed since.

Sure, you still looked tired. But it was now a different kind of tiredness. The one that inevitably came after the excitement. The one you were trying so hard to fight not to miss any second of what the universe had planned for you. The one that was making you grin from ear to ear even though your eyelids were getting heavier. The one that meant you were still alive.

“I think this is my station,” you suddenly told him, interrupting his sweet reverie.  

You got up in a hurry and as your body got away from his, Hyunjin felt like someone had ripped off a part of him. You grabbed your still dripping shirt with the tips of your fingers. You stood up before him for a second, your expression unreadable, before making your way to the already opening doors.

But just before you reached them, you stopped dead in your tracks as if you had forgotten something. You walked back to Hyunjin and leaned in to press a chaste kiss on his lips. A goodbye kiss that tasted so sweet. Your hand caressed his jaw soflty and he couldn’t help but notice how your skin was a little warmer than the usual. 

The beeping of the doors startled the both of you. You rushed out just in time, giggling like a child. His heart broke a little when the doors closed behind you. You stayed on the platform while the train was leaving, waving your hand at Hyunjin. You looked like an angel in his white shirt that was fluttering in the wind, grinning candidly from ear to ear.

He did not know then it would be the last time he saw you.

You didn’t come to work on Monday and Hyunjin left for Seoul on Tuesday.

He didn’t know your number nor your address. 

He didn’t even know your last name. 

All the sudden, it seemed like you never existed. All he had left was the memory of you and surely this memory, one day, will become so old that Hyunjin himself will doubt of its reality, without any other witness to confirm it. He will probably think you were a creation of his lonely mind, a dream, a mirage. 

Who will even believe him when he would tell his first love story?  

But there was one thing he was sure of. He will never forget the look on your face.

Never forget how you finally seemed happy.

[lunarliza]

Dirty Little Secret | Chapter Two: Palm Trees

fuckbuddy!JJ x Kook!Reader 

series masterlist | chapter one 

You and JJ are fuck buddies- strictly physical. But what happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl? 

note: just wanna thank ya’ll for all the support! so glad you guys like this. there is smut and drug use under the cut btw 

Three Months Ago-

“Shit,” you heard someone curse. 

You met eyes with an unfamiliar curly blonde boy who mimicked a deer in headlights as he perched down under the tall wooden fence. 

It was a fine, breezy morning. You had set up a blanket on a small patch of sand, under a shady palm tree, just behind someone’s large fenced backyard on the edge of the Eight. You figured no one could catch you casually smoking your pot in the secluded area. 

That was, until a pair of skinny legs darted into your hideout. You quickly hid your joint behind your back while his sea blue eyes pierced yours, but not in an intimidating way, more like a raccoon getting caught with food. He wore a dirty white tee, sleeves chopped off, and torn board shorts. He had bracelets trailing up his arm with ‘JJ’ written across multiple beads. You could tell right away he was from The Cut. 

“What the fuck! Who are you-” 

“Shh no no no,” he held a finger up to your lips. “You did not see me here.” 

He attempted to scurry away, but you caught onto his ankle before he could. “Wait!” 

He plummeted over onto the sand and groaned in response. “What the fu-”

You craned your neck at the fallen twinkie. “Are you stealing?” 

Having just moved to the Outer Banks six months ago, you didn’t know much about the culture besides what made up Figure Eight. From what you were told, the island was basically split between two crowds. 

Ted detested The Cut and anyone associated with it. He called them low lives, thieves, rats. One time, Macy went on a play date with a friend from school there. Once Ted found out where she was, he stormed over, pulled her away from her friend, and threatened the family before flooring the car back home. Since then, he forbade your family to go anywhere near the area. Ted wasn’t a man of many words, but the anger in his eyes that day made it clear he was not kidding around. 

“What?” the boy scoffed, “I’m not stealing, just-” 

“Disrupting the neighborhood?” 

His face knotted in confusion. “Something like that... look what will it take for you to keep quiet about this?” 

You shrugged, kind of enjoying his desperation. You weren’t planning on ratting him out at all, but this was the most entertainment you had gotten all week, so you decided to play along. You tapped your chin, “Hmm, perhaps-” 

“Before you continue, princess,” he mocked, gesturing towards the arm you had behind your back, “you might wanna rethink snitching when you have all that dank on you. How would your parents feel if they found out their precious Kook daughter was smoking weed?” 

You rolled your eyes and flipped him off. “Carry on, asshole.” 

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Later that night, you were dragged to a party at the famous Boneyard by your friend Jade- a petite social butterfly with a heart of gold and the most toxic dating history you had ever seen. 

She was one of the few friends you made since moving to the OBX. Jade knew of how much you hated life at the Eight, but still tried to include you in as many events as she could. Despite growing up with insanely rich doctors as parents, she herself didn’t quite fit the spoiled Kook mold either. She had her kinks, and you liked it. 

“Jade, I’m not sure about this. If Ted finds out-” 

“Girl, you are fine! Just say you’re with me and my parents will cover. Trust me, they think I’m at some study session right now,” she assured.

“But finals aren’t til next month.” 

“Exactly! See how much they care?” 

Hand in yours, she led you to a spot on the beach where a crowd of people pranced around a bonfire. You could tell it was a mix of Pogues, Kooks, and some tourists in town for Spring Break. 

“Care for a beer ladies?” a tall, tan boy asked as he held out two red cups to you and Jade. You happily accepted, and the guy dared you both to chug your drinks. You shook your head with an ear-stretched grin, attempting to gulp as much of your beer as you could take. 

The confidence juice soared into your throat. It tasted absolutely atrocious, but you were determined to finish it. 

For the first time since moving to the island, you felt alive. The two of you tossed the empty remains into a trashcan and Jade cupped your cheeks with her French-manicured hands. “Isn’t this awesome!” she exclaimed and began shaking her hips to the electronic music- her excitement as contagious as ever. You immediately joined her, the alcohol coursing through your body. 

After a few songs, the same boy who offered you the beers crept up behind Jade’s 5’2 frame. He ran his hands along her hips as she grinded back onto him. 

‘Is he cute?’ she mouthed. You threw your head back laughing, giving her an encouraging nod. She went back to being smitten with her newfound man while you continued to dance by yourself, the outer skirts of your dress gliding up as you moved. 

“Well, it’s funny how the tables turn don’t it?” you heard a haughty voice trail behind you. 

You turned to see a shirtless boy double fisting bottles of cheap beer. His back was towards the fire so you couldn’t make out his face completely. Though, something did click in your half-drunken mind at the sight of the beaded bracelets on his wrists.

“You’re the Pogue from this morning,” you stated, staring intently at his sharp features. He was kinda cute in the dark, murky beach air. 

“Fancy seeing you here on our turf,” he rudely replied taking a swig of beer, “not sure who invited you, but here, we have a strict no spoiled bitches policy.” 

The audacity was so potent, and you were taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck off JJ! Y/n’s my friend, and I invited her,” Jade interjected from a few feet away, “go mack on one of the tourons and leave her alone.” 

“Whatever, Kooks.” The blonde scoffed and jogged away from the crowd, back towards a group of kids sitting on a log. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his brash comments. Even with Ted’s aversion towards them, you didn’t quite understand the Pogue-Kook rivalry. You once asked Jade about it to which she just shrugged and said, “It’s just how it is.” 

She personally didn’t have anything against Pogues- as one was currently shoving his tongue down her throat in that moment. Though you didn’t interact much with their group, they seemed fine to you. Minus grumpy Goldey Locks on the log. 

Lost in your thoughts, you hardly noticed the tourist boy in front of you offer a shot of his Tito’s handle. The last time you had vodka, the awful taste nearly climbed back out your throat. But you were too fed up with your family and the Pogue boy’s irritating remarks to care. You closed your eyes, dipped back, and let the boy, dressed head-to-toe in Outer Banks merch, pour whatever he had in your mouth. It didn’t take long before everyone around you started looking fuzzy. A thumping noise in the back of your brain told you that you were way past your limit of about a sip and half. The music began sounding like loud thuds and you had no idea where Jade was. With all the strength you could muster up, you trudged up the beach back towards some palm trees to catch a breath, away from the clammy crowd. 

With one hand on the rugged trunk you bent over, knowing your stomach was rejecting all the alcohol you consumed that night. With one glance back towards the party, you felt the bitterness shoot its way back up your body and out hurled everything you drank onto the ground, a few coughs following. 

Out of nowhere, you felt a hand slide up your back as you lifted your head to see a hazy mess of blonde hair. “Here,” the snarky boy offered, holding up a water bottle, “you’ll feel better.” 

Begrudgingly, you took a few sips and handed it back to him. “Thanks.” 

You could see the party was starting to fizzle out, the water sobering you up. He downed the rest and tossed the empty bottle. 

“Fucking hell,” the guy, JJ, uttered, “You Kooks are way in over your heads.” 

“What’s your problem with me anyways?” you snapped, straightening up so you could meet his eyes. “I didn’t rat on you today! But now I’m thinking maybe I should have!” 

“See that’s the problem right there! You didn’t even catch me doing anything wrong. You just assumed I’m doing something bad because I don’t shit money out my ass.” 

“Well were you doing something bad?” 

“That is besides the point.” 

Your eyes were aching to roll out of your head. You hated the way he was talking to you and decided to play into this little hate-game of his since he seemed to get such a kick out of it. 

“Well, maybe if you kept your filthy head out of our side and up your own ass instead, we wouldn’t have an issue now would we?” 

He huffed and inched closer, causing you to back up against another tree, away from the vomit on the floor. “You entitled bitches think you know it all, probably from all that rip-off dank blowing up your head.” 

He was so close you could smell the faint alcohol on his breath. You were completely sober at that point, focusing on the eyes that probed into yours as JJ’s hands reached up to the sides of the tree, fencing you in. The music from the party was hardly a whisper compared to the tension between you two in that moment. The night was humid, but you weren’t sure if you were sweating from the heat or your jolting nerves. 

Then, a rush of boldness swept through you. 

“You talk a lot of shit for someone’s who’s dying to get into a Kook’s pants,” you tempted, glancing briefly at his lips. You then chose to taunt him even more- biting your own and sticking out your slightly exposed chest in the bodice of the dress you had on. 

He dauntingly moved closer, your faces only inches apart. “In your fucking dreams sweetheart,” he muttered before capturing your lips.

It was a hungry, needy kiss. You hardly knew anything about him, yet you didn’t protest when his hands reached up your stomach to roughly cup your boobs. They then glided down under the thinness of your dress to eagerly squeeze your butt. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling the bareness of your ass underneath. His palm slapped your asscheek so hard, you were sure the entire beach could hear. 

Your hands crept down his bare chest, tracing over to his abs. Still on your ass, his hands kneaded at the swollen cheeks. You felt him pull away slightly after a bit. 

“Ever wonder what it’s like to fuck a Pogue?” 

“Just shut up and take me,” you answered hastily. His coarse hand trailed against your lower folds. He stroked over the material of your soaked thong before pushing the string to the side, his middle finger rubbing you gently. 

You reached in the band of his shorts to feel his hardened cock. You ran your hand up and down the shaft before exposing it out completely. He quickly lifted your leg to drape across his waist as he situated his length to your hole with his sweaty forehead resting on yours. 

Slowly, he pressed himself into you as a loud moan emerged from you both. The boy swiftly held his palm to your mouth while you felt him stretch you out slowly. Your eyes rolled back in bliss. 

“Fuck this pussy is tight,” he slopping mumbled in your ear as he continued, feeling your wetness grip him. 

He held a steady pace for a while before he suddenly halted and pulled out. Before you could protest, he grabbed the sides of your arms and whipped you around so you were facing the tree. When he snatched each side of your hips to pull you towards him, you quickly caught on, spreading your legs apart while arching your back so your ass was perked up and ready. He held his pulsing length in his hands, lining himself with you, before shoving it in full for you to take.

He bent over onto you and seized your chin with one hand to spin your head back for another kiss, tongue and all. “You look so pretty taking this dick,” he rasped as your careless whimpers echoed. 

JJ pounded deeper and deeper in you, yanking down the front of your dress so your breasts plopped free. He massaged them in his hands from behind. In response, your arched your back more, wanting to feel him- all of him inside you. As his thrusts slowed, he pulled out and pumped himself a few times before coming on your right asscheek. He slapped the left when he was done. 

You were breathing heavily, collecting yourself as you straightened up. “Not bad,” you panted as a cocky smirk rose on his face. 

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note: WHEW CHILE! 

chapter 3

tags: @starkeybaby @obxlife @poguesforlife @everydayimfangirling @iamaunicorn4704 @tangledinsparkles 

[lavishedinjimin]

bts reaction -> you’re so submissive that it turns him on

just a liittle something something <3

Namjoon:

“Fucking hell, look at you,” he groans, watching how your legs quivered and shake just after your second orgasm of the night. His cock was dripping with precum and it twitches whenever you let out a whimper. He hovers above you as his fingers were still rubbing your wet pussy.

“O-oh,” you mewled when he flicks your sensitive, little clit.

Namjoon smirks, liking your reaction. “You’re so fucking sensitive already, baby girl. Your body reacts to even the slightest bit of pleasure, hmm?” he brings his hand up to pinch your hard nipples, tugging on them maliciously. You couldn’t help how your eyes rolled back from the pleasure and pain. “I love how you let me control your body, sweetheart.”

Seokjin:

Jin had all of the boys over for the night and you were cuddled up beside him on the couch. Everyone was drunk from drinking too much beer, the movie completely forgotten in the background. Your boyfriend’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders as he kept you close to him, feeling his warmth throughout your body.

“Y/n looks so cute hugging Seokjin-hyung like that.” Taehyung chuckles as he looks at how your knees were tucked up in front of your chest, your arms around Seokjin’s body. Everyone immediately directs their attention at you, making your cheeks blush. “Like a baby clinging onto her daddy.”

Taehyung’s words cause a series of ‘ooooh!’s around the living room. You couldn’t help but blush even more and croon your face into Seokjin’s shoulder. Your boyfriend chuckles and tugs your body tighter, “Taehyung’s words sounded too familiar, huh?”

Yoongi:

“On your knees, little girl. Don’t make me ask again.”

He feels his cock twitch with how fast you obey him, your knees hitting the ground, finally being face to face with his clothed dick. “Oh, darling,” he coos, stroking your left cheek gently with his thumb. “You look so fucking pretty like this. Shit,” he curses when he sees the way you look up at him with your big, innocent eyes.

Yoongi growls as he pushes his boxers down, letting his dick spring free. You gasp when you felt the tip of his dick hit your cheek. “Mhmm, babygirl likes what she sees?” He teases, stroking his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, feeling so powerless in this given situation.

“I want you to look at me while I fuck this little mouth, okay? I don’t fucking care if you choke or gag, I wanna see tears dripping down your cheek.” You whimper at his filthy words, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. He prods the tip of his cock against your lips, “Open.”

Hoseok:

Hoseok was smirking, running his tongue along his lips as he was backing you slowly against the wall. He was towering over your frail body, watching how you gulp, how your eyes were desperately trying to find a way out, how your hands were getting sweaty. He loves the effect he has on you. It turns him on to see how much your body reacts to the simplest actions he makes.

“Now, now, baby. You’re in so much fucking trouble, you have nowhere to hide.”

He keeps walking until you hit the wall behind you. You whimper when he suddenly forces his body on yours, pinning your wrists against the cold cement. His mouth ghosts against your neck, his lips barely grazing on your skin yet the feeling was getting too much for you to handle. He growls, and that sent a shiver to run down your spine.

“You want to make it up to me baby girl?” he rasps, and you quickly nod your head up and down.

“Aww, princess. You know that I won't go easy on you, right?” You look up at him with a confused look, “W-what?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m gonna use that cute body of yours until I get satisfied, baby. Gonna fuck you senseless until you learned your lesson, clear?”

Jimin:

Jimin starts circling your little figure, walking around as he pretends to ponder, “Hmm, what shall I do with you tonight, my little kitten?” he smirks, watching how you hang your head down in shame. If it wasn’t for the gag that was wrapped around your mouth, you couldn’t beg for him to let you go and to forgive you. But that wasn’t the case. Jimin likes seeing you like this – so torn and desperate.

“Maybe if you shouldn’t have been such a fucking brat all day—” he stops behind you to grab a bunch of your hair and tugs it back harshly, “—you wouldn’t be on this position.” You let out a loud whimper, your eyes starting to water as you looked up at him. You started pleading with your eyes, a little bit of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Jimin moves in front of you and crouches down so the two of you were now eye-level. “Oh,” he cooed, wiping the saliva off of your chin and places the finger inside his mouth. He removes the gag and you let out a loud gasp. “Please please please please, I-I’m sorry,” you begged, “please let me m-make it up to you!”

Jimin tuts, “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast baby,” he shakes his head with a smile, amused. “I’m not going to let you go so easily, not when you look…” he stops a moment to rake your body up and down. He momentarily growls and rolls his eyes back, “Not when you look so fucking submissive for me.”

Taehyung:

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hyun, that I wasn’t able to send you the files yesterday but I assure you that… Oh, yes, yes of course. No, sir, I won’t let you down. Yes, I promise… N-No sir, it won’t happen again.”

You groaned, getting more annoyed as minutes pass by and Taehyung was still having a call with his boss. You watch him leaning over the counter, brushing his hair back from the frustration.

But you were convinced that you are more frustrated than he is.

With a groan, you stood up from the couch, Riverdale long forgotten as you strode towards him. “Taehyung!” you whined, tugging at his shirt, “Please…”

He looks at you with warning eyes, “Yes, sir, exactly nine o’clock…”

“Tae, notice me!” you kept whining, tugging on his arm. “This isn’t fair, you’re working aaaaall daaaaay looonggg!”

“Thank you sir, I’ll call you back—”

“Taehyung come on—”

In a quick motion, your boyfriend ends the call and slams his phone on the counter. He grips your arms and presses your body firmly against his. He leans down to your ear, harshly biting on the shell of your ear, “You fuckin’ brat,” he chuckles, “you can’t even fucking wait for Daddy to finish his call, huh? Is that how much of a needy little bitch you are?”

You wanted to crawl into a little ball by the choice of his words and tone, making you feel small. Taehyung looks at you like he’s about to eat you alive. Taehyung roughly lifts you up and slams you against a nearby wall, his hot breath fanning against your face. “Clingy little girl you are. You want attention?” He wraps a hand around your throat, making you mewl. Taehyung’s cock twitches from the sight of you already falling into submission. “I’ll give you attention, baby.”

Jungkook:

“O-oh, you’re back,” you mutter, eyes locking with a very sweaty Jungkook who just came back from the gym. You gulp a big knot in your throat as you raked his body up and down, seeing him shirtless with his drenched muscle-tee hanging on his neck. Jungkook smirks as he downs a bottle of water.

You involuntarily rub your thighs together, watching how tiny little beads of sweat were dripping down his exposed abs, his hair shaggy and damp as some strands would cover his eyes, how his biceps flexed whenever he drank, the veins in his arms protruding from his extreme workout routine. All of these things made you wet and horny, and he fucking knows it.

Jungkook lifts a brow up teasingly as he prods his tongue on the inside of his cheek. He walks closer to you slowly, and you instinctively walk back. He chuckles, “Why the big eyes, my little one? Hmm?” he reaches an arm out to grab you and force you onto him. Your bodies were now pressing together and you find yourself hard to breathe. He towers over you, looking down at your flushed cheeks. “You like what you see, don’t you?”

He grabs a hold of one of your wrist and places your hand on his chest. You gulp as he starts to drag it down slowly down his body, down his pecs, and onto his hard abs. He chuckles at your reaction, watching you bite your lip as you tried to prevent a moan. With his other hand, he cups your right cheek and prods his thumb inside your mouth, and you instantly suck on his digit with a whimper. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking adorable.” He leans down to your ear, “Makes me wanna fuck you crazy.”

[constantlyunlightening]

Mouthy

Kinktober Day 7: Restraints with Shinso Hitoshi

Other kinks/Trigger warnings: not much, honestly? Oral, teasing Shinso, slight begging

Honestly, I don’t know where this one came from, lol. It’s shorter than my other ones because I am tired- but honestly, a good chunk of my kinktober fics are probably going to be on the shorter side. Longer fics will come when I got more time to edit and perfect them :) 

But for now, it’s time to tease Shinso!

Disclaimers: Read/interact only if you’re 18+. Characters are all 20+

"Alright, alright. You had your fun. Now you're going to let me out now, right?"

He sounded bored. Of course, he did. He was trying to push your buttons, trying to get you to speak as he laid sprawled out underneath you. His gaze was disinterested but the heavy shaft you had dragged out from under his pants sure said otherwise. His look may be disinterested, but yours was hungry as you blatantly let your gaze trail over the length of his flushed cock. The tip had the faintest drizzle of precum trailing from the slit and you made a performance of wolfishly licking your lips before you returned your attention to his face. There was a dissatisfied grunt that came from his throat as you pantomimed zipping your lips closed and locking them. You two both had each other's permission to use your quirks in the bedroom. You had used yours to overpower him and get him tied up in the first place, but you weren't about to slip up and let him use his quirk to get himself out of it.

"So I'm getting the silent treatment now? Fucking brat." More provocation as his lips curled up into an expression that resembled a snarl. Unfortunately for him, it would take more than that to scare you. He may have a "villain's quirk" but he didn't scare you in the slightest, even if his face twisted up like that. If anything, it only got you feeling more heat in your lower region. 

You flattened your hands over his abs, letting them slowly rake up the exposed parts of his chest that you had uncovered but unbuttoned his shirt and tossing it open. Shinso did disheveled so well. Fit with the tired eyes and messy hair… Now all you had to do was get the sweet boy to sweat and you'd complete the look. Your hands danced all the way up, until they landed right at the base of his throat. Your fingers skirted the curve of his neck and he made a growl of a noise as you clawed your fingers gently, flexing them as though you were about to squeeze. 

He could press your buttons but today you were pressing his. And at your silent threat, he cut you a dark look that sent a burst of adrenaline through you. "What do you think you're trying to do?"

Your hands pulled away from his neck and you watched as his muscles seemed to relax as the threat had passed and you gave a small hum. "Color?" You weren't actually going to choke him but before you got to the really fun stuff, you wanted to see his comfort levels. As much as you loved watching his big muscles tense…. You were here to help him feel as good as yourself.

You wanted to tease him but you knew the second you opened your mouth you'd be in for it. As far as your sex life went, Shinso seemed to prefer to be on top but if you managed to wrestle control from him - well, you could make him groan so pretty for you. Dom Shinso was incredibly fun. But today, you were feeling feisty. You already had the upper hand with him spread eagle like this, each wrist and ankle restrained to the posts of the bed. May as well keep it up.

He seemed to scoff and you tilted your head a little as you crawled up further over his body, waiting for his answer. Albeit almost reluctantly, you heard his answer loud and clear. "Green." Oh, he sounded annoyed with you. But a go ahead was still a go ahead, no matter how reluctant he may be pretending to be. Just a damn brat. But you liked the struggle of power. And you were ready to take all the authority for now.

At his reply, you repositioned until you were kneeling over his face, one knee on either side of his head and letting him get a good look at the moisture slicked between your thighs as you hovered over him, just out of reach. No snarky comment this time, just a glare up at your sopping cunt. He was glaring but you saw the sweat beading on his brow, saw the focus he suddenly had in the anythest of his eyes. His silence gave you an opening to finally poke the fun you wanted. "Like what you see, baby? Then you better tell me what you want," you sweetly sang your words and as you leaned over into a crawl, you couldn't actually see his eyes roll but you could sense it. 

"Or what?" You said nothing, just let yourself hover your body over him. Guess he was going to get a nice and long look. You could wait. He wanted to be mouthy all the time, well, than he can use that mouth to beg. "Presenting yourself like this isn't going to get me to crack ya know? But if you're insisting on treating yourself like a piece of meat, let me out and I'll treat you like one." There was the attitude. He'd be able to see the way it made you tremble at this vantage point, but that was fine. You'd let your natural reactions show off for you. You had another task at hand to keep you busy and maybe persuade Shinso a little.

Your cheeks sucked in as you gathered spit in your mouth, only to let it dribble out onto the red head of that cock of his. Only a little, but the wet warmth had him letting out a hiss of air. He tried to hold it back but you were so attuned to his sounds and you caught it, a confident smirk quirking onto your lips. You dropped your upper body down, propping your elbows against the bed as you started to place a flurry of kisses over his dick - soft, teasing and worthy of another one of his hisses. "Oh, you are such a cheeky bitch." Name-calling wasn't going to provoke a response with you more than upping your teasing. From kisses, you went to letting your tongue lick the stretch of skin from his balls to his tip, dancing over his slit and licking up the line of your own spit. "Fucking sloppy." And judging by the way he twitched, he fucking liked it. If one tiny lick had his hips bucking up against the bonds, what was he going to do when you were slobbering all over him?

You were more than ready to find out. 

Coming back up to his tip, you had your lips wrapped around him and suctioned your cheeks down around him. A strained growl rose from behind you and you responded in kind with a hum, letting the vibrations dance along the stretch. "Really sloppy. So what? Plan on sucking me off? Sounds like a win for me. Did you really think this one through-" 

His words ended abruptly and shifted into a strangled growl as you dropped your head down onto him, taking the gag reflex that came with letting his tip kiss the back of your throat. It was worth it to cut him off when he was acting all fucking smug. You could hear him mumble bitch once he seemed to catch himself. Cute. Acting like a tough guy. You knew first hand he could be, but so could. You moved to lazily bob your head up and down, only taking him real deep when he got just a bit too cheeky. But the more you touched him, the less he seemed to be able to get drawn out thoughts. His bucking was starting to get more pronounced but when he moved too much, that's when you pulled off, waited for him to settle and then got back to work.

 He really started to lose it when one of your hands found its way between his legs and with a single knuckle, you kneaded it along the length of his taint. That's when he really seemed to writhe and after hearing him groan, you deemed it safe to pester him. No questions asked when he was too busy keening from your actions. "Ready to beg for me yet?"

"Why would I do that-" he cut right off as you pressed your knuckle down on his skin again, causing him to choke a bit. Satisfied with that, that's when you pulled your hands and your face away from him, sitting back into a kneel over his twitching face. You smirked as you looked down at his twitching expression. You prompted him with another hum before a loud sigh fell from his lips. "Finish what you started at least." You stayed still, letting your eyes trail back downward to the erection he was sporting that now had been left to hang. "Oh, come on." He growled your name, causing you to tremble but still you stayed a statue.

"Oh- damnit - fine. I want your lips back on me. I wanna eat you out. Anything."

Silence.

"Will you let me taste you?"

He modified but to no avail. Out of the kindness of your heart though, you found it in yourself to reach out and squeeze his lonely cock in your hand and took your time giving it a long stroke. 

"Just let me cum already! Let me taste you. Would you please just let me have it already. I want you sitting on my face with my dick down your throat - please."

Another squeeze and his head lobbed back against the pillows with a long groan.

"Damnit-" your name escaped him again and it was almost a whine "-please."

You'd take it. Deciding to show mercy, you backed your hips down onto him, giving a blissful sigh as his tongue eagerly went to lap up his meal while you moved to crouch down over him again. "See? That wasn't so hard. Now let's see how much trash you can talk when your mouth is full."

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Sooga gets all nasty from fighting a Hinox (or a Molduga idk just anything but a Lynel- dont do him like that) and despite the last armpit thing- is surprised that Kohga is all over him… or maybe he planned it? 👀

Oh go to hell, this is MY kink, let's go.

(Also Lynels are more Von's territory;))

Sooga mumbled an apology as he walked past the two guards. The medics required Molduga guts for various medicines, and of course, Sooga volunteered. Unfortunately, the creature's slain blood made him smell absolutely foul, causing anyone to stand near him to wince. Even as the medics accepted the guts, they didn't seem to want him there for very long. He was about to head right for the showers, when he looked at Master Kohga’s room. He SHOULD make sure he needed anything beforehand. He knocked on the door. Sure he pretty much lived there at this point, but he was his servant before he was his lover.

"Come in."

Sooga came in, seeing Kohga working at his desk. He had been into origami as a child, and it was still something he enjoyed doing today.

"Master Kohga, keeping busy I see."

"Yeah, Urbosa was telling me about these new folds that...what the hell is that smell?"

Kohga fully turned away from his project, in order to glance at Sooga. He gave a light bow of apology.

"I'm sorry. The healers required Molduga guts, so I volunteered."

"You couldn't have waited till night? They're so much slower when it's cold out."

"Oh well, there's no challenge then, is there? What's the point of the hunt if you don't sweat a little?"

He chuckled. He moved to his side of the bed, and dug a new uniform out of his nightstand. He stripped himself down, till just a towel hung around his hips. He felt Kohga’s eyes upon him during, but that was nothing new. Sooga was about to walk out and into the baths, when Kohga reached for his hand.

"Hey hey, wait. You should uh...lay down for a minute. It's pretty damn hot out there, I'd hate for you to suddenly pass out in some hallway."

"I feel quite alright? I mean, a bit gross, covered in the smell of all that blood and blubber. Not to mention the sweat."

Kohga suddenly looked...uncomfortable. 

"Just...lay down. For a minute."

Sooga thought it was a waste, fouling up the bed with his own odor. But a command was a command. He moved his clothes, laid down on the bed, and put his hands behind his head. He was about to ask how long he should stay put, when Kohga was suddenly at his side, greedily feeling up his arm.

"Master Kohga?"

"I just. Didn’t want you to be lonely here, is all. God you are just...soaked in sweat. You look all...glossy."

"Apologies. I understand this might be quite unpleasant."

Kohga felt at his sweaty bicep, and for once, Sooga got the fucking hint; that his Master was horny. He never understood it, but his Master had such an odd fetish for sweaty, foul smelling men. But, Sooga was nothing if not a servant to him. He tried not to chuckle, just now seeing that greedy look in his eyes.

"Yeah you smell just...awful. Terrible."

"Certainly doesn't help that I haven't shaved in some time,"

He scratched his armpit, watching as Kohga looked at his sweaty fingertips. Such a greedy stare from his master, it gave him quite the ego boost.

"My underarms are probably the foulest smelling thing. You can see for yourself, If you don't believe me."

"That...can't smell that bad."

"Master Kohga, I'm CAKED in sweat. Look at me, I'm simply putrid."

Kohga couldn’t help himself anymore. He dug his face into his armpit, and inhaled. Poor Kohga’s body went limp almost immediately, taken aback by the smell.

"You're...so sweaty. And gross. And…h-holy shit."

Kohga pulled out his cock (Sooga was surprised to see he was so hard already), before starting to stroke himself, refuse to pull his face away. This wasn’t Sooga’s thing, but the sight of his master so excited about him? It DID make his heart flutter.

"I bet I'd taste even worse."

Kohga’s body trembled something FIERCE, Sooga almost felt guilty by tormenting him so much. At least, he would, if he didn’t know Kohga didn’t absolutely love it. His hand was moving so quickly on his cock, he could tell he wanted to cum SO badly. Sooga let Kohga squirm and writhe, all while his tongue and lips tasted every bit of sweat from his hairy, awful armpit.

"You're the worst thing I've e-ever fucking smelled,"

Kohga trailed off for a second, tongue lapping up another bead of sweat from his underarms.

"And GOD you make me wanna cum SO badly~"

Sooga chuckled. He could see precum drip into his Master's hand. He wouldn't have to wait long.

"Why DO you like this so much? I'm curious."

"Boys smelling nice is...well, nice. But MEN should smell like absolute shit. The smell of sweat, of dirt and grime, it fucking DOES something to me, Sooga."

"You must be miserable when I wash, then."

Kohga hesitated for a second, before groaning.

"Not...totally. You know how I say I personally take your clothes to wash?"

"Yes?"

"Well...if they're sweaty. I use them to jerk off. F-fucking shit, I remember once I found just a rank pair of boxers in your clothes pile-I went crazy, Sooga."

Sooga couldn’t help himself. He full on snorted, making Kohga smack him on his shoulder.

"I'm s-sorry I just-"

"DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME."

"I'm not, I swear! Just. Knowing I have the potential to arouse you so much...it's odd. But you're right, I'm being rude. Here, let me help you finish."

Sooga grabbed Kohga’s head, and pushed him against his armpit, smothering him in his own smell. Kohga wanted to bitch and complain, obviously, but he was lost to his lust. So lost, he could do nothing but sit there, whine, and roughly stroke his cock. Until he came. Came so hard, his poor girth ached, and his body went totally stiff. Then, when Kohga went limp, Sooga finally let him go, letting his Master sit in his own cum.

"I...h-holy shit. I hate you. Fuck."

"I love you too, Master Kohga. Would you like me to wait to take a bath?"

"God yes."

"As you wish, my Master."

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

How about some cook Cavendish satisfying Drax with pleanty of food. digging Drax' ass out of a dumpster and showing him what actual food is, giving him pleanty to feat on~

-cursed

This sounds tender as SHIT. Let's fucking go.

Cavendish pulled the top off the pot, taking an inhale. Soup smelled good, it should be ready soon. He added more salt, before putting the top back on. It was late at night, and everyone else was asleep, but Cavendish couldn't sleep. He knew he needed it though, so he decided a nice, hot meal would soothe him. Usually Otto cooked, but he was happy to make something of his own. A nice stew, coupled with some fresh bread (that he didn't at all steal from Brownlee's food stash), he made more than enough food.

"The hell?"

He was about to heat up the bread, when he heard a commotion outside. Something was out there, digging into the box of scraps just outside.

"Fuckin' told that damn cabin boy to dump the scraps."

He grabbed a kitchen knife, and went outside. Probably some rat. Had they not been disease ridden, biting bastards, he would've ignored it. He walked slowly, knife raised, when the damn thing turned around. It wasn't a rat, it was worse. Henry Drax. He was digging into the FUCKING trash, like an animal. Cavendish sighed, as a means of both disgust, and relief. At least Drax wasn't a biter. Usually.

"Fucking hell Drax-the hell you doing out here?"

"Hungry. But I can't go back into the damn kitchen."

"You kept eatin' shit, didn't you?"

"Otto maybe a godly man, but he's a stingy fuckin' bastard."

Drax was an absolute scavenger. He'd always hang around a kitchen, stealing little bits of food, even when Otto was just trying to cook. Cavendish had seen it first hand, and until he was booted from the kitchen, it was pretty damn funny.

"Are you actually eating from there?"

"Aye. Wasteful man. Still meat on these bones, and these tomatoes are still good."

Cavendish watched as Drax dug his foul teeth into a juicy, spoiled tomato, letting the juices run down his ever messy beard. Cavendish didn't love this man in the slightest, but he'd be heartless not to feed a man digging out of old scraps.

"You're a fuckin' mutt- come on."

He smacked the tomato out of his hand, and put his hand behind his back, ushering him back into the kitchen. Drax was clearly upset about the lack of his snack, but he didn’t get a chance to bitch as he sat him down at the table. Drax looked like he wanted to get up, even, but Cavendish knew just what would make him stay. He pulled his flask from his coat pocket, placing it on the table. Drax chuckled, getting comfy in his seat.

“Know how to get me to stay, Micheal.”

He only called him that in private. When not a soul walked in between them. Cavendish waved his hand at him dismissively, He added oil to the bread, and stuffed it into the tiny oven. As glorious as the Volunteer was, Cavendish could make a complaint in regards to the kitchen’s size. He felt cramped in here, not just amongst the damn clutter in here, but with Drax just sitting there, nursing the rest of the flask (greedy bastard, thing was full when he got it to him). It was a bit much, but in a way, it was comforting. Just a slow, brief break from the bullshit at sea. No Sumner, no Brownlee, no insurance tricks, no whaling. Just the smell of a fresh pot of soup, and herbed bread. He turned off when he smelled the bread, just how his mother always did.

“You better stay here, Henry. Too much food here for my lonesome, and if Otto found out I cooked, he’d never let me back out into the ice.”

“He likes someone to talk to. As if Sumner wasn’t enough.”

“Maybe it’s redheads.”

They both chuckled. They knew Otto. the caring, protective type that favored the more feminine, soft men. Men who could pass off for the usual whore. Cavendish finished cutting the bread, adding it to the plates, and alongside the bowls of soup, brought it over to the table. Drax had that hungry look in his eyes, and it was one of the few times where it didn’t unsettle him. Drax, as usual, didn’t savor his food the way any person would. He ate the way a hungry animal would, slurping loudly, teeth tugging at the meat and lips slurping the bones clean. He went in with the spoon when he had to, but when he needed meat, he tucked in like a brute.

“Ya mam never taught you how to eat, did she?”

“Hungry. I ain’t eatin’ with royalty, afterall.”

“As if you’d change for royalty.”

Drax grinned, beads of beef broth dripping from his teeth and into his beard. He rubbed at the mess in his beard, wiping it on his coat, then continuing to feast. Cavendish was no man of status either, but he at least knew how to cherish a meal. The salt in the soup, the sweetness of the carrots, the starchiness of the potatoes, the gaminess of the meat- all which sat moist in the salty broth, seasoned by the bones. And the bread. Crunchy, yet still somewhat soft on the inside. Better than any hardtack they were given. 

“Good soup, Micheal.”

He watched as Drax’s lips curled around the soup, noisy as he drank. He’d give the man one thing; he wasn’t fussy. He picked the bones clean, even stripping it off his cartilage, and even licking the crumbs from the bread off the plate. Man was starving. He groaned to himself upon finishing. He wasn’t sated, but he was a little more tame than before. Cavendish wasn’t even done with his soup by the time Drax sat there, licking the residue off of the rim of his bowl. His tongue was greedy, appreciative of every single drop. Cavendish sighed, getting up, and offering his hand to Drax.

“Quit lickin’ the damn thing, I’ll give ya more.”

“I don’t like wastin’ any of it. You don’t know when it'll be the next time you'll eat.”

Cavendish rolled his eyes. Knowing Drax, he’d live. Man would kill and eat an animal raw, with his own teeth if he had to. He went back into the kitchen, filling up the bowl, and giving the man the last piece of the bread. He gave it back to him, and watched as Drax finally ate like a person. Well, closer to a person anyway. He didn’t dig into it like a hungry wolf, but rather, he savored it, as though it was the least meal he’d ever eat. Cavendish nodded, tucking into his bread after having it soak up some of the soup.

“Finally slowing down, though I’d watch you choke.”

“Aye, I do the choking ‘round here, lest you forget, Micheal.”

Henry shot him a wink, just as he was tearing the strips of flesh from the bone. You could always tell when Henry was eating. He slurped, he moaned, he groaned, his teeth ground against bone. It was an experience for Henry. Didn’t matter what it was. Just that there was enough for him. Henry would still enjoy himself, as if a proper whore was blowing him during his meal. It was annoying as hell to most, but not to Cavendish. All he heard was a hungry, eager man.

“Surprised you don’t eat the damn bone, Henry.”

“Don’t throw ‘em out, I’ll suck on them like hard candies.”

Probably why he hadn’t tossed them to the floor, but rather, kept them on his plate, as if he wasn’t done with it just yet. Cavendish had finished his meal quite some time ago, but he had no issues sitting there, watching and listening to Drax’s animilatistic sounds. By the time he finished, he sat back, licking his fingers over and over again. He finally looked sated, relaxed. Cavendish stood up, taking his bowl, and bringing him another. Drax looked hesitant, even as he sat there, suckling on bits of bones, but Cavendish knew Drax could never turn down a meal. He accepted it, helping himself to more of the soup. Cavendish sat down again, watching Drax gorge himself further.

“Never know when you might eat again, eh Henry?”

“Free food is free food, I’d sooner perish than waste a morsel. Especially knowing you made it for me. Almost sweet of ya.”

“Suck my prick, Henry, I just don’t want to smell trash in your breath, next we meet. You already smell like cheap booze and smoke.”

“You like that smell, they all do.”

He smirked. He didn’t notice the broth run down his arm at first, and had to take a second to run his greasy, greedy tongue up his arm. Cavendish swore he saw the dirt and grime graze off his tongue, and he was surprised that even HE didn’t flinch at the taste of himself. He finished the new bowl of soup, far less quickly than the rest of them. He did finish however, leaning back in his chair. He looked exhausted, and the sigh that escaped his mouth let Cavendish know he was about to pop. Drax reached for his belt, and unbuckled himself, letting himself free of his cloth confines. Cavendish watched as he rubbed at his hairy, plump stomach, slowly. As if he was taunting him. The damn thing was nudging the table in its size, and Cavendish swore he never saw the man so docile. So vulnerable and content with himself. Cavendish got up again, and poured the rest of the broth into the bowl. Just enough for one more. Just a little something extra to push him.

“Alright, you can finish the pot, since ya hungrier and uglier than any pest I’ve ever seen.”

Drax burped into his hand, lightly shaking his head in protest. Drax ate enough to feed a number of men, the fact that he didn’t cough it all back up was a surprise to anyone who didn’t know him. He put his hand on his belly, giving it a nice pat. Soft, hairy, and hot from the oh so big meal he just finished eating. Drax sighed, but pushed himself through it, bringing the broth to his mouth, and greedily slurping at the remains. Cavendish had to hold onto the bowl for him, nursing him like a wee babe, and oh so carefully massaging his big, bulging stomach. Drax gasped as he finished, as if he had just put his head underwater.

“Alright, I’m done now, Micheal.”

“Should be, you finished the pot.”

Cavendish took the plates and put them away (leaving it for someone else to clean, obviously), only to come back with something in his hands. Drax looked damn near dazed, before he looked at the wrapping in his hands, suspicious, as if it were a damn weapon.

“Hell is that?”

“Dessert.”

Granted, they were old, but desserts were desserts. He held onto Drax’s chin, forcing his mouth open and pushing the treat past his lips. They were simple ginger cookies he picked up before they left for shore, but they were still fairly tasty. Not that Drax noticed. His poor body ached and his stomach grumbled, begging for him to stop. Drax the vision of gluttony, greed, and lust. He stuffed the rest of the cookie in his mouth, and upon Drax FINALLY swallowing, Cavendish pressed his lips against his, slowly gracing his tongue with his own. The taste of beef, booze, and sugar, was exactly what Cavendish craved. He looked into his dazed eyes, lightly patting his cheek.

“Better not catch you digging through the trash next time, Drax. You want yourself stuffed, you come to me. Get it?”

“...Aye.”

He patted his stomach once more. He was a filthy, greasy, fat, barbaric man.

Was it any wonder he had to dive in for seconds?

[angelic-slasher]

i’m sorry

summary: the day michael comes back home is like no other. with plans to end your reunion, it all goes downhill in an instant.

warnings: rape, violence, character death, agonizing gut wrenching heartbreak, suicide, ooc!michael

word count: 1,794

October 31st is the day you dread. It was Halloween. And Halloween was not your favorite holiday. Haddonfield, Illinois was small, so every single child was out trick-or-treating. You read newspapers about Michael's disappearance from Smith's Grove Psychiatric Ward. It was blessing the police never came to the Myers' old childhood home. You had stayed behind, knowing Michael was going to come back. And when he did, you were ecstatic to greet your childhood best friend.

He looked broader and extremely tall, close to seven feet tall. His blonde hair was dark and longer, as well as his full beard. Michael hasn't recognized you at first as you stood there, small and timid, his height towering over you.

"Remember me, Mikey?” You spoke quietly, his confused as taking in every detail of you.

The sound of his old nickname leaving your lips made his eye widen. He slowly stepped towards you, his large boots thundering against the dirty wooden floor. His large, dirtied hand raises up to your face. You're close to tears as his fingertips trace the small scar above your eyebrow. You remembered how you got it.

It was during Halloween years ago. You and Michael were sitting in your treehouse munching on candy corns and bite sized snickers. You had trouble unwrapping a lollipop and ended up punching yourself in the face, your small ring nicking you on your brow bone.

Michael's fingers slid down to your cheek, moving his hands further down until his knuckles came in contact with your collarbones. It was silent. You stared up at the mammoth man. His fingers curled around the dirty, gold necklace around your delicate neck. He opened the locket easily with his thumb. Inside was a picture of you and Michael at age 8. When he finally looked into your glistening eyes, he dropped to his knees and buried his head against your stomach.

You let out a sob mixed with a wet laugh, readings streaming freely down your rosy cheeks. You held Michael's head and dug your fingers in his grimy hair. Michael's hands held your hips as pulled you closer.

"Oh, I've missed you so much, Mikey,” you whispered.

"Y/N,” he grumbles, standing to his full height and peering down at you.

His voice was gruff and deep and manly, unlike the young and high pitched voice you were used to hearing back then.

"Did you miss me too?" You shyly asked, your hands slowly and hesitantly cupping his cheeks.

MichaelMs shoulders slouched and his head bowed so his face reached your hands. His eyes closed as he took in your gentle touch. Your hands were small and warm and soft and felt like home.

"Missed you,” he mumbled, eyes squeezing tight as he moved passed you and into the basement.

He looked around at the broken down area and the broken floorboards. He knelt down and pulled up a floorboard. Inside was his beloved mask and crusted kitchen knife. You followed him and stood at the doorway, watching as he pulled on his mask, clutching the knife tightly in his hands. He stood up straight and walked towards you, breathing heavily, waiting to hear you protest. You knew where he was going. You knew what he did as a child. You kept it a secret. And you'd do it again.

"Be careful, Mikey,” you whispered.

You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to your small height. You pressed your lips against the lips of his mask and gave him a quick kiss. You blushed and quickly released him, but he stayed still and stared into your eyes.

"Come back to me, okay? I lost you once. I don't need to lose you again,” you mumbled, feeling intimidated by his intense gaze.

Michael straightened his back and lifts his hand to stroke your cheek. "Promise."

You smile and watch as he left through the back door. You hand reached up to your neck as you cradled the locket in your palm. You smile. You finally got your Mikey back.

►◄

It was nearing midnight. You had been on the rotten couch all day worrying about your precious Michael. You anxiously tapped your foot and fiddled with the hem of your red dress. You wore it just for Michael, only because his favorite color was red. You immediately shot up from your seat when you heard the front door open, followed by footsteps. However, there were more than one pair of footsteps.

"Look at what we got here, boys. Little pretty dolly trespassing."

A man stands in the doorway of the living room, behind him was three other men. They all looked in their mid 40s with trucker caps and dirty clothes. The leader stared at you and smirked.

"You—You shouldn't be in here,” you stammered, taking a step back with your hand outstretched in front of you as they took a step forward.

"Why? Cause of the boogeyman?" As the man said the word 'boogeyman', he take a large step forward, making you take many steps back.

He chuckles, as well as his buddies. You were trembling in your flats. Where was Michael? You prayed in your head as the men inches closer to your frozen body. The leader stood too close and sniffed your hair, gliding his hand down your arm.

"She's mighty fine. Ain't she, fellas?" He asked, earning approving grunts from the other three men.

You went to charge, but one of them grabbed you and hauled you up. You screamed and began beating at him from behind. Your legs kicked as the other men laughed. You were thrown into the wall, your face slammed into the dry wall. You fell to the floor as you felt blood leak out of your nose. You felt hands grab your wrists, pulling you across the floor. You screamed and cried as one of the men behind you held you down.

"Otis, shut her up!!" The leader bellowed.

You felt a hard punch land across your jaw. You whimpered and tasted copper from the blood leaking from your gums. The leader kneeled in front of your body and forcefully spread your thighs. You kicked and screamed, earning another hard punch.

"Pete, for God's sake, hold her damn legs!" The leader yelled as he began unbuckling his belt.

"Please don't do this. Please, please, please,” you sobbed, feeling your underwear being torn apart from your battered body.

You felt bruises form on your arms and thighs, as well as your face. Otis punched you more times as the leader painfully thrusts into you. You scream echoed the house as he went brutal and quick. Your toes curled in pain as the size of him tore you apart. Your throat was raw and burned as you screamed for help. A hand smacked over your mouth to silence your screams.

It must've been an hour later as all men finished their many rounds. Your vaginal area was bloody and torn. Your face ached and was caked with blood and cuts. Your inner and outer thighs had deep bruises from fat fingerprints. You were too tired to to scream. You were too tired to cry.

"What do we do now?" Otis panted as he stood up and buckled his belt, wiping the beads of sweat on his brow with the back of his hand.

"We kill the bitch,” the leader states, pulling out a long hunters knife from his back pocket. "She knows our faces and names. Might as well finish the job."

He leans down between your spread legs.

You licked your dry lips, and with another breath, you whispered, "Fuck you."

The leader sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Such a shame...you were so pretty."

Your mouth fell open at the feeling of a sharp knife harshly pushing into your stomach. Then the knife was being pulled out before he stabbed you in the chest. Your eyes widened and you gurgled, blood leaking from your mouth. As he stood, he sent one last look at you and scoffed at the tear falling down your temple. Your eyes were trained on the ceiling as you felt your body begin to numb out. You heard screams from behind you coming from the men. You didn't know why. You didn't care. You were dying.

From your peripheral vision, you saw the leader being thrown across the room. Then, Michael was into view, stabbing him in the chest and lifting him into the air. He wrapped a large hand around his neck and retracted his knife before slamming it into the leader's chest many brutal times. He fell to the ground with a thud. Michael stood before him, breathing heavy, chest rising and falling quickly.

"M—Mich—Michael..” you wheezed.

He turned around and spotted you, bloody, battered, and slowly losing life. He dropped his knife, and it fell to the ground with a clutter. He made his over to you and knelt down. He spotted the bruises on your thighs and ripped off his mask angrily. Your hand shook as you reached for his.

"I'm s—sorry, Mi—Michael. I'm so—so sorry for not v—visiting you. I'm sorry M—Michael,” you weakly whimpered, eyes falling shut at the pain you were starting to feel, not from the stab wounds, but from your broken heart at the thought of leaving Michael forever.

"Shhh,” he whispered, lip trembling as they formed a snarl.

The loud roar he released is one of heartbreak and pain. His voice cracked as he cried heavily. He rocked back and forth and cradled your hand to his chest.

"I lo—love you, Michael M—Myers,” you whimpered, tears escaping your eyes as you let out a final wheezing breath.

Michael releases another deep roar, tears now streaming down his cheeks. He let go of your bloody hand and looks at you. He kisses your lips gently and touched your check, as it was wet and warm with blood. He looks around at the mess of dead bodies and felt his chest hurt. Michael shakily stood and walked over to where his knife was. He bent down and picked up the weapon. He looks at the bloodied blade and walks over to your lifeless body. He stared down in pain and pressed the tip of his knife to his chest.

"I love you too,” he whispered and pushed the knife as deep as it could go into his chest.

Michael grunts at the sharp pain as he falls to his knees with a heavy thud. He lays on his back and breathes in and out shakily as he reaches for your limp hand. He clutches tighter as he hears police sirens from outside his childhood home. Michael's bleeding out quicker than he imagined. He's happy; happy that he could be with you forever.