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k-zuzu · 1 year

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yeonjun 𖹭 gn!reader

i don't want to be just another college memory.

synopsis: y/n lives a completely different life from the mr. smart and perfect popular jock also known as choi yeonjun. they stumble upon each other's lives and can't seem to get away. a typical romance story.

wc: 4.8k

content: slow burn oneshot, puppy love, college AU, frat party, alcohol consumption, mentions of suicide, eventual suggestive makeout sesh, mature audiences only, almost getting caught, mentions of suicide, idk why but feat. bang chan and changbin of SKZ, also hannah bahng is in here 'n she is dating taehyun?, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: main masterlist. this was written so long ago, i tried to salvage it and proof read it but i gave up at some point. - july 2024

teaser:

“i got the part for... ji-sung.” you say, voice soft and shy.

“oh really?” the tall man asks. you're not sure if it's sarcasm or genuine intrigue but there's a gentle smile on his pretty red lips. “i guess we'll be having a few scenes together. let's formally meet. i'm choi yeonjun.”

it's been a few weeks since the semester started and you're fitting in quite well — college wasn't really what you expected, it's so... adult. you didn't realize how pampered you were until now. most of your classmates are dormies and runaways. one of them offered for you to host a drinking party at your place to which you kindly rejected because you knew how those usually ended. you actually live with your older brother and you hung out mostly with the introvert group of your major since the extrovert group seems a little intimidating. everything is still so new, you haven't memorized any of their names and you're just going by the flow which wasn't the best choice.

you're the type of student who thinks classmates are just classmates and not friends since you're already content with the little life you have with your online friend group, older brother, and the kpop groups you watch and obsess over in your free time... in secret. literally nobody knows except your brother since everyone thinks it's cringe for some reason, but you don't really understand, you're not the borderline obsessed psychopath fan everyone stereotypes with kpop fans — nobody is really, it's really rare, it's just like obsessing over a band, but kpop is different in every better way and— you just can't explain it.

at school, your communications professor mentions something about a stage play the college is hosting that the arts programs are collaborating in — theater, visual artists, media arts, and everyone was allowed to audition and he encouraged the class, the auditions were in a few days and you were a little interested. when class was over, hannah walked up to you and asked if you were interested in joining it, she saw the way you perked up when the professor brought it up. she told you how she was really eager to join and she had no one else to go with, one thing led to another and you accepted (mostly because of peer pressure). an audition wouldn't hurt, and if you got a part, then... hooray? you already knew the basics of theater anyway — a loud voice, don't hide your face, the whole upstage/downstage thing, you loved theater and being in one would be pretty cool.

walking down the hallway with hannah to your next shared class, your shoulder briefly brushed against someone else's but you paid it no mind. it's a crowded hall and it's bound to happen — but that person turned around to get a glimpse at the cause of his slightest inconvenience before continuing to walk with his friends...

choi yeonjun.

the semester had just started but he's already the star with current students and seniors. not only was he smart enough to get a fully paid scholarship, he comes from a decently rich family with a prestigious background — an only child with a doctor mother, firefighter father, and he's just super family oriented, sociable with a great sense of humor, a handsome face and a large friend group and fanbase, plus, he's super kind! it's impossible not to fall for his charms. 0 enemies since birth. literally the standard for all of humankind.

and you have never heard of him.

not everyone in the shool has heard of him or knows him, it's a huge campus, it's not the cliché “girls will kill his girlfriend if he gets one” type of deal, his “fanclub” is very respectful and they just admire him for how awesome he is. he gets invited to every party to liven things up, he's just really fun to hang out with even for a second he'll give you the best impression and will leave you wanting more. yet he has such stable grades and does so well in basketball with 0 distractions. not one mistake in this man's life.

so when he turns back to see the one person who didn't even look back at him, he's, needless to say, a little interested.

the next few days, you're at the audition and you're watching everyone else try out on stage for a character named Trisha, who was an American activist... Hannah was up next for the same role and she was really nervous but you encouraged her, lifting up both your firsts. “fighting!!” you say and she does the same pose and says the same as she gets up and grabs the script, going on stage. as she reads her lines, another student goes to sit next to you and, again, you pay no mind as you want to witness your friend perform and you're afraid of social situations.

“is that your friend up there?” a voice asks, and you look over ever so slightly.

“huh? oh, yeah.” you say, and go back to watching her.

“are you also auditioning?” he asks and this time you fully look at the face trying to make small talk with you. you were never a fan of small talk, but damn... he's hot. he's most definitely a senior, probably graduating soon. you think to yourself.

“yeah, actually... park sol.” you reply which causes him to quirk a brow.

“same.” he chuckles and you smile a little bit.

“...well... may the best one... win?” you attempt.

"not with that attitude, you won't."

“thank you for that very endearing audition, hannah bahng.” the director closes his notebook and you watch as hannah bows deeply on the stage, a wide smile slapped across her face and you slowly applaud for her, yeonjun observes as you clap and copies your action.

the results don't come until the next few days, a paper is posted on your block for the cast of the upcoming stage play “spirited together” and when you see your name, you were shocked to see you got another part you didn't audition for: hwang ji-sung... you vaguely remember his character description. he was one of the ghosts in the play — park sol's classmate and best friend who committed suicide. yeah. then you look to see who got trisha's part... it wasn't hannah. you frown a bit, disappointed that you got a part in a play she wanted to be in. your eyes look back up to the list and you check whoever got park sol's and it was some rando named 'choi yeonjun'. huh. could it be the dude from yesterday? not bad. you think to yourself.

“that's interesting.” a familiar voice walks up to you and you look up next to you to see him. of course. “i don't know your name but the one across park sol's surely isn't yours...” he muses, a smirk on his face as he looks down condescendingly on your small form.

“well, is it yours?” you ask back. not wanting to make assumptions that he got the part and he just looks at you with a deadpan expression, one hand holding the strap of his backpack. the two of you make eye contact before staring back at the paper in complete silence. “well, i got the part for... ji-sung.” you say silently.

“oh really?” yeonjun asks, you're not sure if it's sarcasm or genuine intrigue but there's a gentle smile on his pretty red lips. “i guess we'll be having a few scenes together. let's formally meet. i'm choi yeonjun.” he turns to face you fully, then glances at the paper to see who got the part for ji-sung, and his eyes flicker back down to you. "so you're y/n?"

“...y/l/n.” you face him as well, then glance back at the paper then around the room. subtly avoiding eye contact, then you look back at him. “i have... a class soon. so.” you begin to walk away from him but he stops you.

"is hannah in that class?” he asks casually and you just slowly shake your head and he nods "'kay." and he waves goodbye. you're curious as to how he knows her yet not too interested to waste your time with it and you head to your last class of the day.

once the class is over, the sun is about to set and you're completely out of energy. your mind is set and ready to just make some cup noodles for dinner and pass out on your bed, not expecting any social interaction after you stuff all your things in your locker and begin to walk out of campus, just passing by the campus gate when a loud, very loud, group of friends is also leaving at the same time as you — they came from the gymnasium as you're aware there's a basketball club and their court is right next to your building, you don't even try to see it but you didn't expect to see a familiar head of pink hair in that group of people. you're aware of how the basketball club is well known in the school so you're surprised he's not as popular as you expected him to be, especially with his looks.

his pretty red lips in his beautiful cheeky smile as he laughs at something his friend mentions and you can't help but feel a little energized at his presence. seeing him felt like a breath of fresh air, but you know he wouldn't talk to you, so you sigh, look away, and continue on your own path, effectively minding your business. your house it's a walkable distance from campus, but your brother insisted that he'd pick you up at the bus stop after class, so you sit at the bus stop and scroll through your phone out of boredom. the familiar loud voices can be heard in the distance, though you try to tune it out, you hear two voices yelling out “bye's” and “take care's” as the group disbands.

“oh. y/n!” yeonjun goes to sit next to you. you're still a bit shy and awkward so you just bow your head slightly and chuckle as a greeting. he is still with his friend so you didn't want to interrupt anything and you continued on using your phone. yeonjun also didn't want to seem rude and make small talk again since it seemed like you were uninterested, so he just continues talking with his friend near you while they waited for a bus, you can't help but eavesdrop and they're talking about... you? ballsy.

"how did you meet them?" his friend inquired curiously. "they are indeed cute," he added, but yeonjun reprimanded his friend, telling him it wasn't appropriate. his friend merely shrugged and said it was a compliment. as the bus arrived, yeonjun's friend boarded the bus first, followed closely by yeonjun. before entering, yeonjun smiled softly at you and waved, prompting you to wave back in return.

a few days passed by, and you've had script readings and rehearsals together, but there hasn't been much interaction with other cast members, particularly yeonjun. he just seems so kind and approachable, yet you can't help feeling nervous about talking to him. he's formed bonds with the other cast members so quickly, leaving you to feel like just a mere acquaintance. you shake your head, reminding yourself that you're probably just another person to him. you try to curb your delulu thoughts of everyone being in love with you solely because you think you're cool.

you hang out with hannah during lunch and sometimes invite her to your house to drink some soju and watch kdrama — she's fine with your obsession with korean media btw and she also enjoys kdrama and the cheesiness accompanied with it. yeonjun starts to recognize you more in hallways and from afar but you're always, and i mean always with hannah, and he began to doubt your relationship with her and now he's kinda sad if u two are dating even tho he never admittedly had a crush on you yet.

after your preliminaries and a day before the stage play, you and your introvert group of friends visit the mall for a small celebration in a restaurant, then you go to the third floor to visit the arcades when you see two familiar faces — yeonjun and his friend. hannah seems to know his friend and she walks up to him. “taehyun? what are you doing here?”

“you know me and yeonjun are basically attached to the hip.” he nonchalantly says and you can't help but feel a little left out. you awkwardly glance at yeonjun and accidentally make eye contact, then you look at hannah, gently tugging at her shirt and pointing to the rest of your friend group who have entered the arcade already.

“see you. i guess.” hannah pointedly eyes taehyun up and down like... judgmentally. she later mentions that they're church mates and that taehyun is their drummer, and she's the singer and you're like ohhhhh.

“so, you know how me and yeonjun are in the play together.” you innocently bring up and she just nods.

“uh, yeah, you brought him up like twice today. everybody recognizes his name.”

“yeonjun? really?” you find that hard to believe since you only ever knew him through the play and you've never heard him anywhere else.

it was d-day the stage play. it was to be performed twjce today and tomorrow held in a theater not too far from town. you were doing a dress rehearsal of the play on the big theater stage without equipment and after your final scene you're walking down the stairs to the backstage when you almost trip on your face, and another one of the actors catches you in his arms— “woah, you good?” you recognize him to be choi soobin who added you on your social media. you know he's a senior so you rarely hang out or talk with him but he's so admittedly attractive. you chuckle a little as you steady yourself and bow your head in apologies and he chuckles back.

“y/n in communications, right?” he asks as he fixes his necktie, he plays the principal of the school. you nod and chuckle as you play with your fingers.

“you're mr. soobin...” you mumble. and he just chuckles at how cute you are as he puts on his glasses for his next scene and climbs to the next scene, you don't miss the wink he gives you as he goes up the stairs and minds his own business. you're blushing so hard and as you turn on your heel and you see yeonjun loosening his necktie nonchalantly as if he didn't just witness you flirting with someone in the cast.

“i thought you had a girlfriend.” he blankly states as he unbuttons his dress shirt and you look away awkwardly as he changes into something more comfortable.

“excuse me?” you ask and he just shrugs as he dabs his sweaty face with a handkerchief and sprays a mist on his angekic features.

“you know, hannah?” he asks and you're just like... face palm.

“no? lmao, we're literally just friends. besides, she's allowing taehyun to court her.” you laugh as you test random shades of foundations you find on the makeup table backstage and yeonjun just nods understandingly as he fixes his hair in the mirror, and then soobin enters the backstage, and everyone else enters the backstage and it's no longer just you two.

later into the day, your next performance is in two hours and everyone is preparing their wardrobe and props and you're having some prosthetics put on your face since your character is a ghost who committed suicide and had half of their face crushed on the fall, and as you're getting your prosthetics done, yeonjun is sitting next to you having his makeup done in silence when you calmly ask if he has any music on his phone since yours is dead and he just replies a nonchalant “knock yourself out.” and he places his phone on the table 'n your just like...? okay. as you grab it, literally nobody has been so chill with their phone like that. so casually, you mischievously sneakily change his wallpaper to a forehead selfie you just took with his phone and begin playing a random spotify playlist he has.

“lmao is this your playlist?” you ask as 'careless whisper' begins to play and he chuckles.

“no, that's my father's. he enjoys the whole old music thingy... cuz... he's old.”

“do you enjoy it?” you ask and he just shrugs.

“i listen to all kinds of music... they're all a bop as long as it has a good beat or message i'd listen to it.” and you nod at his response. makes sense.

“i like hannah's music though.” Yeonjun casually brings up 'n ur like “does he like hannah?” but you just shake your head and dismiss the ridiculous thought.

“yeah, she's a great musician.” you agree and you pick his phone up again to skip the song. “you have any games?” you ask as you look through his phone and he chuckles.

“i have one basketball game... and bitlife.” he mumbles.

“Lord, just get a room you two.” your makeup artist just complains and you two giggle like a bunch of school children, you look over to yeonjun and can't help but feel a little more motivated at the fact that he didn't try to deny it.

the play is over and, well, you two don't really keep in touch anymore. you're in completely different majors and blocks and live two completely different lives. honestly, there wasn't anything romantically strong with your interactions and you didn't think it was worth staying acquainted afterward — especially since you were so distracted with somebody else who kept messaging you... soobin. your senior who seems really interested in you and wasn't afraid to court you. and he's cute. and tall. and reminds you of a rabbit.

he's not super smart and honestly has a great personality, you were obsessed with his looks and voice and the fact that he was a senior and very obviously interested in you was driving you crazy, and you were mostly flirting back and forth... you never really flirted with anyone like this and, well, why not with someone who actually shows some interest in you? it's sad, really, he eventually confesses that he likes you even though it was obvious, but you'd feel so awful if you rejected him now after 'leading him on' for a few months.

you didn't actually like him, you just smiled at his cute texts and was always really nice to him.. and he had an adorable pet hedgehog! and... you didn't expect him to confess so soon. but you tell him to take you on a date first and you'll see how it goes. you post it on your story eventually. “first date with a cutie” or smth and yeonjun can't help but “jokingly” reply “don't go on that shit” 'n ur just like “okay 💀” but you go anyways.

the date was super fun and enjoyable, you first went to the park and took photos, but it was a little hot so you went the food park nearby to buy drinks, then went to the arcade and he attempted DDR which you were shocked when he was super talented in dancing and as the sun set, there was a christmas event at the same park so many lights and then it started snowing. but as he walked you back to your doorstep you realized it all felt so platonic to you... and you hugged him goodnight at the promised curfew your brother gave you and said goodbye to your handsome first date.

yeonjun really wants to ask for details but it's not his place, you two barely talk recently and he honestly doesn't know why he's so interested!! it's your life, you can do whatever the damn hell you want. he irritably throws his phone against the mattress and begins to do his homework as a stress reliever.

a christmas party is being held at hannah's house, ofc ur invited and ofc taehyun is invited so OFC yeonjun is invited, also bang chan and ur brother are acquaintances so they're drinking together on the rooftop. as hannah manages the rest of the party. honestly, the first big party you've attended without your entire family and with people who are your age and not relatives so you were just a little shy when it came to everything. you were in the kitchen when 'perfect blues' started playing, you felt most comfortable there as you drank your 3rd alcoholic beverage of the night — unafraid of getting wasted since this is your bsf's house.

“how'd the first date go?” yeonjun smoothly walks up to you and you laugh.

“didn't work. i didn't feel romantically attracted to him. broke his heart.” you said coldly as you took a sip of your drink and he just sips in air and tilts his head.

“ooh, y/n is cold... who knew.” he teases and you just laugh.

“what can i say, i gave him a chance and it didn't work... maybe my heart just belongs to someone else.” you whisper near him before leaving your drink on the counter and heading toward the couch, sitting in between taehyun and hannah and taehyun is just like? so offended n ur like “hannah can i bang someone in your house?” and she leans in so interested and taehyun looks less offended.

“PLEASE tell me it's...” he manifests, his hands together as he stares at the ceiling.

“it's yeonjun.”

“yes.” you hear taehyun whisper as he fist bumps hannah behind you.

“anywhere but mine and chan's bedroom, i hate to say this but taehyun lend them some of your condoms. bang safe.” she winks.

“oh, yeonjun has a few with him at all times.” taehyun casually just spills and hannah and you shrug like what did you expect honestly.

now with permission, you're looking around the house for the one and only, tipsy but conscious enough to know you want this and you've been wanting this—but not conscious enough to know the rational side of you would most definitely regret this, when you find him leaning against a wall talking with someone you just stare at them until they're done and he's like “hi?” and when you stay silent he's like... “you're drunk.” and you just shake your head.

“can we talk?” you ask.

“okay, sure.” he nods and you lead him to one of the guest bedrooms and you both sit down on the bed and you're just like...

“so... i've never really been one for college life. honestly, not even school life. and all of a sudden i'm some sociable college person and... i thought i'd just be... some silent student focusing on their studies and my personal life outside of school, and that all of my classmates would just be classmates and that was it but... then i met hannah and we became closer than ever i'm convinced we're forever bff's, and, then...”

yeonjun urges you to continue and you just lay down on your back “and then i went on my first date. and then...” you look at him, making eye contact. “i guess i've always liked you... but i... my first date experience didn't end so romantically so i guess i felt a little scared... and i wanted to keep you as... i guess just some college memory of the first boy i actually really fell for.” you say with a raspy voice. the muffled club like music in the background added to the ambience — the guest bedroom designed to be sound proof so not only can sound not get out but it's protected from sounds outside as well because both chan and hannah make music, it's only natural for their guest room... but yeonjun sees this as an advantage and he just looks at you, thinking of every possibility right now.

he settles for going on top of you, both hands by your ears, and then he leans on his forearms to go closer to your face and you're so shocked by the sudden closeness... you've never been this close to anyone before. and i mean anyone and you're just so nervous you close your eyes. “how drunk are you?” yeonjun asks and you gently open your eyes a little bit half-lidded.

“drunk enough to know i want this, not too drunk that you'll be taking advantage of me. i can consciously say that i'll take responsibility for anything that'll happen tonight.” you reply and yeonjun immidiately, hungrily, slams his lips onto yours. it's such a fiery, passionate kiss he's practically eating your lips. he bites your bottom lip and slips his tongue, the classic tactic, but nobody has ever done it to you and it's all moving so fast you could barely process how super fucking hot it was or the fact that his tongue is exploring your mouth right now and he's moaning against you.

he sucks on your bottom lip once, twice then he kisses your jaw, then he goes up to the back of your ear. and marks you right there, and he stops for a moment to take you. “i don't want to be just another college memory. God, y/n...” he whispers against your skin. you're so close to each other yet he wants more. you turn to look at him and you make eye contact for the first time in awhile and you cup his cheek and he leans into it, eyes closed and you place a soft kiss on his plump, red, wet lips and he lets out such a cheeky smile as he stares into your beautiful eyes.

“you're so beautiful like this.” he whispers, alcohol breath intoxicating your senses and you close your eyes.

“you're way more beautiful.. everyday, every time i see you in the hallway.” you confess and he smiles, kissing you on the lips again and again and you open your eyes.

“i was always jealous whenever i saw you hanging out with someone.” he confesses, and you kiss his lips.

“that's a little possessive.” you state and he chuckles.

“you want to see possessive?” you're not sure if he's flirting or joking. maybe both and you like it. he leans over and catches your mouth in a different kiss. it's passionate but less fiery than earlier, more romantic and gentle and he pushes you over to change your position into a more comfortable one as he slowly makes out with you and you moan against his mouth and he just found that so fucking sexy. your hands are now exploring his back, then his neck to his fluffy pink hair and you start playing with it as he sucks on your tongue then your lips and he groans a little, his pants beginning to feel a little restrained. and you grab his shoulder, the other hand moving to palm him through his pants.

he has to stop for a moment to let out the softest moan, he attempts to unzip his pants and you put your hand down his underwear, stroking his length without even seeing it first and he just wants to cum right then and there so badly, the way you hold his dick is so adorable he just wants to treasure this moment forever — but he knows from now on there are going to be many moments to treasure. he moves down to kiss you again—

click.

the sound of the door opening shocks you both. in a frenzy, you quickly pull your hand out of yeonjun's underwear and push him away, he futilely attempts to zip his pants up while you try to fix your hair as a man walks into the room.

it's bang chan. he peaks his head in. “o-oh...!" he exclaims as he slowly processes the situation. "hi...y/n... yeonjun... s-sorry! i really didn't mean to interrupt!” he shuts the door. “and use protection!” you hear his muffled voice through the door.

“woah, what was that, who was he with in there?” you hear changbin exclaim through the door as well. he also happens to be yeonjun's good friend. which makes the hairs on yeonjun's arm lift. the two of you just sit there for a good moment, eyes locking and you erupt into silent laughter. you're a little embarrassed and flustered but you're not ashamed — you got permission, found a room, and you take responsibility for whatever happens, but now you can't really continue, can you?

“maybe next time...” yeonjun mumbles, a little breathless and you nod in agreement, a bit disappointed. “i can take you to dinner tomorrow though, if you can...” he attempted, and you nod, offering him a small, sweet smile and he smiles back, knowing he finally has you... not officially, but he knows he'll make you his in no time.

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crikeygatormate · 3 years

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Something Follows

Hi all, this is my post for @cyancherub Wheel of Misfortune! Plz check it out if you haven't theres tons of great fics there!!! Hopefully, you all like it! I rewrote this about five times lol. Also, this is my second time writing smut, so apologies if it's a little awkward lmao overall though I had a fun time writing this! :) banner creds goes to the bhna manga lol

My theme was Wraith!Shigaraki x F!reader w/ knifeplay

Warnings: (If I missed any plz let me know!) Gore, Detailed Description of corpses, general violence, knives, non-con/dub-con, implied vomiting (sorry ik its gross), gagging, alcohol, weed, mentioned drug use resulting in overdose, crime report, major character(s) death/death in general, knife play, temperature play(?), dacryphilia, blood kink, scent kink, voyeurism-ish, Dom/switch-shig, switch-reader, degradation, praise kink, choking, oral f-receiving, overstimulation, nipple play (is that a thing idk), begging?

Word Count: 10.1k

18+ ONLY and Dark Content Ahead!!

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October 31, 1967: A large grass fire at Yuii Farms resulted in one casualty. Suspected missing person Tomura Shigaraki, 24, male, responsible for the fire. Ritual remnants were found at the scene; suspected cause of the fire. Shigaraki’s remains were recovered. The autopsy confirmed LSD and amphetamines in Shigaraki’s system at the time of death.

Case #79641 Resolved.

Since 1967 someone in town would go missing during the week of Halloween. It was never a specific kind of person, so finding out who the killer was has remained a mystery. During your first year at university, an old lady who worked in the freshman cafeteria went missing. The next year a pledge went missing. There was no pattern except someone always went missing and never returned.

Not surprisingly, this was unsettling for the small college town, so they adopted a folktale shortly after people started to go missing. It basically revolved around a college student that died on Halloween in 1967. Tomura Shigaraki. He had been missing for a few weeks before he was confirmed dead. Apparently, the rumor was that he was heavily interested in witchcraft and prolonging his life. Some say whatever spell he did in Yuii Farms backfired and bound him to that field for all of eternity, and he would only come out during the week of Halloween to feed on one poor soul who got too close to the field he died in.

You thought this was all bullshit. If the people in this silly little college town looked at the police report they’d find that the poor guy overdosed on drugs and set fire to the field he was in, resulting in his death. Not that anyone seemed to care about that little bit of information.

Still, though, no one dared to enter the old wheat field behind frat row. Sometimes a few frats would haze their new members into running into the middle of the field and then right back out. Obviously, nothing would happen, but that didn’t matter, no one was willing to walk in there. Not even the old farmer who still lives on the land will work the field Shigaraki died in.

Yet, every year the field would yield a new crop of wheat.

You did try to entertain the idea that there was a monster lurking behind the tall stalks of wheat waiting to snatch its prey from the streets. Although, every time you passed by the field all you saw was just…wheat. The whole thing was honestly a lame little story to bring an old college town a little more excitement.

Your night so far was anything but exciting.

“Y/n, I’m not,” Denki hiccuped, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was starting to pale, “not feelin’ so good.”

You turned towards your friend, squinting as the strobe lights in the room you were in just turned on. Denki swayed, clutching his stomach as he waited for you to respond to him. You sighed, “did Bakugou make you shotgun beers with him again?”

Denki nodded, swallowing thickly, “yeah, I thought I could beat em’. I got close this time.”

“Hah, okay whatever you say, buddy.” you snickered as you gently wrapped your hand around Denki’s forearm and began leading him to the bathroom. “You know,” you glanced back at him over your shoulder as he stumbled after you, “you can always tell Bakugou you don’t want to shotgun beers with him.”

Denki shook his head, “you know how he gets.” He let out a whine as you opened the bathroom door, bathing you both in fluorescent light.

You wrinkled your nose at the state of the bathroom. It was a wreck, toilet paper was everywhere. The amount of dirt? Was that dirt (hopefully) on the tile floors was flat out nasty. Not to mention the questionable mold growing in every corner of the bathroom. The mirror was blurry with who knows what and the toilets...well no comment. You briefly wondered how the guys even put up with such a dirty bathroom. “Alright,” you turned to Denki and opened a stall with the heel of your boot, “c’mon.”

Denki surged past you and practically crumbled to the floor, limp. He then weakly hoisted himself up closer to the toilet bowl. “This is gross,” he slurred, eyes darting to a questionable stain on the toilet seat.

You nodded as you squatted down by him, “just a bit.” Your nose wrinkled as Denki leaned over the toilet and coughed harshly. “Easy, sparky, “ you said as you rubbed his back, waiting for him to finish.

Denki sniffled, eyes watering as he looked at you with a trembling bottom lip, “can you get me water?”

“Of course,” you replied with a small smile as you stood back up, “now don’t get any ideas about running away, okay?”

Denki nodded, eyelids drooping as he let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll stay put.”

“I mean it, Denki,” you warned, “don’t go anywhere.”

Denki weakly gave you a thumbs up as you left the bathroom shaking your head. The guy had a knack for running away when he got drunk. The number of times you and your friends have had to track him down over the years was astonishing. Granted, with how bad of shape he was in now, you didn’t think he would run off this time.

Now that you were outside of the bathroom, the air around you had jumped up at least five degrees and everything felt wet. You liked house parties much more than frat parties just because of how many people the guys managed to stuff in this place, it was suffocating at times.

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you slipped in and out of different groups of people heading towards the drink room.

Thankfully, this room was not as full as the hallways or the other rooms, so you could breathe a little better.

“Can I get a water bottle please?” you asked the freshman behind the bar who looked absolutely miserable.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice gloomy, but then he stiffened and smiled brightly. “Here you go!”

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden mood change, “thanks.” You took the warm bottle from him and turned around to see a bare chest. “Move out of the way,” you grumbled, not even sparing the person in front of you a glance.

“Oi, that’s not very nice,” Bakugou sneered, moving over so you couldn’t get past him.

You sighed and glanced up at him, “something you need?”

Bakugou bared his teeth, “yeah, where’s Dinky? The last time I saw him he said he needed to find you.”

You folded your arms over your chest and glared at Bakugou, your eyes narrowed as you remained silent.

“Where's this attitude comin’ from?” Bakugou snapped.

“Well,” you began, puffing your cheeks out in mild anger, “you know Denki was already smoking tonight and you made him shotgun all those beers. Poor guy is puking his guts out. You know he can’t say no to you.”

“He just can’t hold his beer,” Bakugou snorted, “it’s not like I forced him to drink all those beers.”

You quirked an eyebrow and harshly poked Bakugou in his chest, “yeah right.”

Bakugou smirked flicking your finger away from his chest, “well whatever, I don’t fucking care. Just show me where he is, I need him, Kiri, and Deku to help me gather up these dumbass pledges. They’ve gotta drink more, this party is lame.”

“Aren’t you a responsible president,” you said, voice snide, “and he’s in the bathroom.”

Bakugou huffed, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye as he pushed past you to head to the bathroom. The crowd in the hallway immediately parted for him, presumably because everyone was scared of him...for obvious reasons.

You trailed after him, tugging at the wrapper around the water bottle. Just staring at the back of his head you knew he was smirking at all the guys who cowered away from him. It made you want to kick him in the back of the knee, just so he would stumble. Knock his ego down a little bit.

Bakugou opened the bathroom door and then promptly turned around, a scowl set heavy on his features, “he’s not here.”

“What do you mean he’s not here?” you asked, shocked, as you slipped past him. Your eyes widened in disbelief, Denki was gone. “Oh great.”

Bakugou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “go outside, I’ll go get everyone.”

---

And that’s how you found yourself outside of the frat house at one am in the morning coming up with a game plan to find Denki before he does something stupid.

“After tonight I’m fuckin’ done looking for his dumbass. He needs to learn to stay put,” Bakugou grumbled as he yanked a sweatshirt over his head.

You snorted, “says the guy who made him shot gun all those beers.” You grinned when Bakugou shot you a nasty glare and you shrugged. “If he would have just stayed high tonight, which I’m sure he would of, Denki probably would still be here.”

Bakugou gave you a twisted smile, “well aren’t you miss smarty-pants tonight, huh?”

“Okay,” Midoriya interjected quickly, “let’s just focus on finding Denki before he ends up somewhere he shouldn’t.”

“Like last time when he wandered to the dean's house and threw up in her flower pot?” Mina added, “yeah I don’t want to go through alcohol awareness training a third time.”

You huffed, nodding in agreement as you yanked off your cat ears. They were starting to give you a headache, “well, why don’t we go search in the usual places he goes to and if we don’t find anything we can meet back here and come up with another plan?”

“I like that idea,” Kirishima said brightly, grinning at you widely. “Denki’s gone to that pizza place by the bars a few times.”

“He also goes to the park near east campus,” Sero added with a nod.

“Or he might go back to the dean's house?” Mina said with a shiver.

“Or the dumbass might have passed out somewhere around here,” Bakugou concluded.

“Then let's split up?” Midoriya offered as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, “Kacchan, you and Kirishima can go to the pizza place and then the park since they’re fairly close to each other. Sero and Mina, you both can stop by the dean’s house, and Y/n and I can look around here for him. Does that sound good?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “whatever, c’mon Eijirou,” he snapped, roughly grabbing Kirishima’s arm, making the redhead stumble after him. “Text in the group chat if any of you losers find him, kay?”

“So brash,” Mina said with a huff as she and Sero left to head towards the neighborhood the dean lived in.

You turned towards Midoriya, “I guess we better start looking.”

He nodded, “I guess so.”

You two walked in silence for a while. The only noise being the thump of the bass from various houses you passed. The air was frigid as you walked down the old cracked sidewalk, making you wish you brought a jacket. There were some guys passed out near the sidewalk or the occasional couple pressed against the side of a house, but Denki was nowhere to be found.

You kicked a pebble, it bounced against the street once, twice before rolling to a stop by a storm drain. “I don’t think we’re gonna find him here, Midoriya.”

Midoriya looked down at you, his evergreen hair starting to sway as a cold wind picked up, “we haven’t looked around back.”

You looked up at him and then back down at your shoes, “you really think he’s gonna go back there? You know how scared Denki is of that field.”

Midoriya nodded, “you’re probably right.” He then snickered and lightly bumped you with his elbow, “so you believe the folktale now, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, straightening your posture to bump back into him, “you kidding? That’s like the biggest load of bullshit ever.”

He shrugged, a grin growing across his features, “I don’t know, it is a little spooky.”

“Spooky,” you echoed. “My grade in O-chem is more spooky than that story,” you countered.

Midoriya laughed, his shoulders bouncing slightly as he shook his head, “that’s not surprising.”

Your eyebrows rose in mild offense, “hey! I thought you were supposed to be the “nice supportive” guy in our group?”

“That’s Kiri’s job,” Midoriya replied, his smile now forming into a smirk.

You huffed, glancing at the wheat field that was coming into your view, and then back at him, “oh yeah? Then who are you supposed to be then?”

Midoriya shrugged, leaning down closer to you, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

You let out a breath, cheeks becoming hot as he started to laugh at your embarrassment. With a shake of your head you looked away from him and towards the field, feeling your stomach flip a few times. You were about to say something until something shiny caught your eye. “Look!” you said as you tugged on Midoriya’s jacket, “I think there’s something by the fence over there!”

Midoriya stiffened; he glanced towards the rotting fence by the wheat field, “there’s nothing there.”

You shook your head as you bounded towards the fence. Low and behold there was Denki’s dab pen right by the rotting post, “Midoriya, c’mere!” you shouted, beckoning him over with a wave of your hand, “look this is Denki’s!”

Midoriya begrudgingly made his way over to you, eyes darting between you and the wheat field, “we don’t know that’s his,” he said quickly.

“No, look it is,” you answered as you picked it up, “see there's that little sticker of a pikachu he put on it.” You held the pen up to Midoriya’s face, pointing at the sticker, “he must be close, you know he’d never willingly lose this, drunk or not.”

Midoriya pressed his lips into a thin line, “I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped the pen into your skirt pocket, “he probably wandered into the field and passed out, and I know that’s his pen. I know you know it’s his too.”

Midoriya’s frown deepened, “Denki did not go into the field, he’s not that stupid.”

“But he was super crossed,” you countered, “we can’t just not look in there. What if he got hurt?”

“Well what if we get hurt if we go in there?” Midoriya shot back.

You frowned, “are you for real?”

“What do you mean?” Midoriya began, clearly growing uncomfortable, “I’m not going in there.”

“This is ridiculous. That folktale is not real and our friend very well may be in there freezing his ass off or hurt. Midoriya, this is serious,” you argued.

“Y/n, c’mon,” Midoriya proclaimed, a twinge of anger present in his deep voice, “Denki would not go in there.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you watched Midoriya furrow his brows. He was clearly frustrated with you, but you were frustrated with him too. You let out a short breath, “fine, you know what? You can stay here, I’ll go look for him alone since you’re being a pussy.”

Midoriya’s mouth dropped in shock, “being a pussy? Are you kidding-”

“I’m not!” you cut him off and turned on your heel, heading towards the edge of the field.

Midoriya’s eyes widened and he shot forward, grabbing you by the elbow, “don’t go in there, please-”

You yanked your arm out of his grasp, “I am, and I know you’re not gonna stop me.” With that you shot him a nasty glare before stepping over the fence and into the field. You began walking and did not look back.

---

The air around you was growing colder and colder the longer you walked through the field. You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand as you stomped through the stalks of wheat. They crunched under the weight of your boot with a satisfying snap. They almost sounded frozen.

The wind hissed around you, expertly weaving through the wheat as you came to a stop. With a grumble of frustration you pulled out your phone to turn on your flashlight, something you should have done way earlier because there was practically no light.

Your fingers almost felt numb as you unlocked your phone and turned on the flashlight, illuminating the field in front of you in cold white light. “Damn,” you muttered, your breath was misting in front of you. It didn’t seem to be this cold earlier.

“Denki!” you softly called out, scoffing at yourself. No one was out here, so why were you whispering? “Denki” you shouted louder, sighing when you didn’t hear anything back. He was probably still passed out.

You continued your trek through the field rubbing your arms to get warm and mulling over the conversation you had with Midoriya. Were you too mean to him? He was being pretty forward about you not going into the field...but to be fair you did have pretty good evidence.

You groaned, shaking your head. For the longest time you’ve had the fattest crush on him and you might as well have ruined everything by being an ass. Just when he was starting to warm up to you too. “Fucking great,” you muttered, teeth starting to chatter.

How long have you been walking through here? Fifteen minutes? Thirty? You glanced down at your phone to see that it was frozen. Like actually frozen, the screen was black, flashing a warning sign about being too cold, and then your flashlight went out. You stilled, blinking hard as your eyes adjusted to the dark again.

Not going to lie, you were starting to get a little nervous being out here all alone. Especially now that you couldn’t see that far ahead of you. You frowned and squared your shoulders. You were not gonna wimp out and run back to Midoriya with your tail between your legs. Denki was in this damn field and you were gonna find him if it was the last thing you were ever gonna do. Figuratively of course.

“Denki!” you shouted again walking forward at a brisk pace, “C’mon! I know you’re in here!”

No response.

“Denki!” You shouted and then let out a shriek of shock when you tripped over a heavy rock and landed flat on your face. “Shit,” you whined wincing as you sat up to wipe the dirt off your face. You squinted, glancing at the rock you tripped over. It was large, probably about four feet wide and three feet tall? How did you manage to trip over that?

Your muscles protested slightly as you stood back on your feet, brushing your skirt off as you inspected the rock. It looked a bit like a table actually. What was it doing all the way out here? You shrugged and stepped up onto it, hoping to get a better view of the field in front of you so you could maybe spot Denki’s golden hair somewhere now that the moon was starting to show.

“Denki!” Your voice was now wavering a bit and you tightened your grip around your phone. Why were you scared? You didn’t know, but you could feel an overwhelming sense of dread starting to wash over you in waves, and you felt a sharp tug in your gut telling you to run.

With a quick pant you jumped down from the rock and began jogging back through the field towards the frat houses, hoping to find Denki on the way back. You weren’t being weak for backing out right?

You stopped, huffing as you shook your head, you weren’t going to prove Midoriya right, now matter how much you wanted to leave. So you turned around and headed towards the rock, and to your luck you spotted a head of golden hair just a few feet in front of you.

With a crooked grin you squatted down next to Denki and poked the side of his head, “dude, I thought I told you not to run away.”

No response.

You raised an eyebrow as you poked Denki’s head again, “c’mon wake up, sparky.”

No response.

Your heart jumped in your throat as you poked him again. Was he hurt? Did he drink too much? “Oh no,” you muttered moving around to get a better look at his face, “Denki, please wake up I-” your words died in your throat as you stared at the face in front of you.

It was not Denki.

The person you were holding in your hands was the guy who went missing last year. Some kid you forgot that name of, but you would never forget his face. It was practically plastered up on every part of campus for weeks, and here he was right in your hands. A gag wormed its way up your throat as you stared at the corpse in front of you.

You couldn’t seem to let go of his face as he stared back at you with milky, partially decomposed eyes. His skin was cold and firm under your fingertips, almost like leather...and the smell. The smell was too much to bear and you instantly threw down his face, suppressing another gag as his head bent at an odd angle causing some bugs to crawl from his open mouth.

You were frozen, stuck in place as this person stared back at you. His expression of pain was still readable on his decomposed face. Your hands shook violently as you swallowed thickly. So there was a killer out here.

When your brain seemed to kick back into gear you were off, boots digging into the hard cold earth as you scrambled to run. Panic had now set in as you let out harsh cries, and your blood surged in your ears as you sprinted towards the edge of the field crying for Midoriya. Although you couldn’t even hear yourself talking you were apologizing over and over again for even taking a step into the field.

Before you even thought you had reached the fence you had tripped over something else. Your body didn’t even register the pain as you pulled yourself up. Again to your horror you turned around to see that you had tripped over another body. The old lady from the cafeteria who went missing your freshman year. She was mostly bones and fibers now, but her work clothes clung to her frame. Her name tag was glistening in the moonlight and partially covered by dried blood.

The world seemed to blur as you stood up again and started to run. Your thoughts were nowhere near coherent and you were stumbling through the wheat, hiccuping as a steady stream of tears rolled down your cheeks. At last after running for what felt like hours, you collapsed on the ground. Your phone tumbled out of your pocket and landed with a soft thud on the ground next to you.

It took you a short while to realize that you were back by the rock you tripped over earlier. It was then you also realized you had been running in circles. “Fuck,” you hissed, not daring to wipe your eyes with your hands. With a sigh of defeat you slid down against the rock, curling in on yourself to stop yourself from shaking.

Unknown to you, some carvings on the side of the stone you were leaning against briefly glowed before dissipating. A strong burst of wind tore the field and then it was completely still. The silence was deafening and you lifted your head, sniffling slightly and glancing around your surroundings.

You were alone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

The wheat stalks in front of you swayed slightly and you froze. There in the darkness was a pair of red eyes, bright and unblinking and looking at you.

A soft cry escaped your lips as you pushed yourself against the rock. Whoever was staring at you was now starting to laugh. Their laugh was cold and it made you feel like lead had entered your veins. You shakily leaned down and yanked your pocket knife from your boot and flipped it open, holding it in front of you. You always kept it close when going out, just in case you ran into someone or something that could potentially harm you.

“Stay back,” you meekly announced, your eyes remaining trained on the glowing pair of eyes.

They cackled again before speaking. “You poor thing,” the cold voice hissed from the wheat.

Your bottom lip trembled harshly as you pushed yourself harder against the rock, “I mean it!”

The owner of the red eyes stepped out of the wheat, and to your surprise, it was a guy around your age. He was tall and dressed in all black aside from a pair of red sneakers. Your gaze snapped back to his face to see that he still had his blood red eyes trained on you.

“You should know, that little weapon won’t work on me, but” he shrugged as he began to lean forward, “you can surely try.” Then he lunged towards you, eyes wild, teeth bared, and hand outstretched towards your neck.

You screamed, flinching hard as you blindly slashed out your knife, only to see that your weapon phased through him. His form flickered briefly before he wrapped a large hand around your neck. You choked, the knife dropping from your hand as he easily picked you up by the neck and slammed you back down on the flat of the rock.

He looked down at you, a sadistic grin growing across his pale features, “told ya.” His grin grew larger at the sight of you squirming and gasping in his grasp. “Oh you’re perfect,” he purred, exposing his pointed teeth even more as he practically began drooling.

You winced as some of his saliva spattered on your cheek. His hold tightened on your neck and you let out another gasp, hands now clawing at his surprisingly built arm, “please,” you croaked.

He tilted his head, “please what?”

“Please,” you repeated, struggling to spit out your words, “please let me live.”

He laughed, it was bitter and hoarse, “let you live? Oh you silly girl. You think I’d let you go so willinging when you practically wandered in here all by yourself?” He shook his head and leaned down close to you, “what made you even think that? You must not be very smart.”

You squirmed in his grasp, all your energy was focused on survival. “Please,” you inhaled weakly as your vision started to go, “Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki’s red eyes widened slightly in interest and he hummed, “oh? So you know my name?”

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as you started to thrash your legs out, hoping he would loosen his hold on your neck.

“Interesting,” he commented, tapping his ice-cold fingers against your jugular. “You know, most of the time my food doesn’t know my name, but I guess they never had time to talk. You’re lucky, pet.”

You nodded quickly, digging your nails into his arm as you desperately tried to appease him some way. “You don’t,” you coughed harshly, “you don’t have to eat me.”

“I don’t have to?” Shigaraki hissed, running his tongue over his bottom lip, “who says I need your permission?”

Your legs kicked out again in pure desperation which allowed him to move in between them. Not that you really noticed at the time. Blackness crept around the edges of your vision as you choked out another reply, “I’ll do anything.”

Shigaraki tilted his head, “anything?” He pondered your words for a moment before releasing his death grip on your neck just for a moment so you could suck in a breath.

“Yes, anything, just please let me live,” you pleaded. Your eyes were desperately searching his for any kind of empathy towards you.

Shigaraki hummed, red eyes trailing down your body briefly. You were dressed in probably the smallest top he’s ever seen, and he could easily see your nipples poking out from beneath the black fabric. He moved his gaze down further past your bare tummy to your skirt which was bunched around the top of your soft thighs, then down to the cat tail between your legs - and he was hit with a realization; when was the last time he had someone as cute as you wander into this field? Probably not since the eighties… which was a long time ago now.

Your breathing began to grow heavy as you watched his eyes trail over your body. “Please,” you whimpered, you probably looked absolutely pathetic right now.

Shigaraki hummed, leaning down further so his chest was now touching yours and he suppressed a shiver. You were so warm. “I suppose I don’t have to eat you.”

Your eyes widened and you nodded furiously as a grin of relief crossed your features, “thank you, I’m so sorry for walking into your field, thank you so-”

He slapped his hand over your mouth, pinching the fat of your cheeks between his fingers, “I didn’t say you could leave.”

Your heart sank at his word. He wasn’t going to let you leave? Then what did he want from you? More tears welled up in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks.

“Now don’t get all pouty again,” Shigaraki cooed meanly, taking his hand off your mouth to place it by your head. He leaned closer to bring his mouth by your ear, “I’ll let you leave, if you’re good.”

You shivered as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. He was so cold against you. “If I’m good?” you whispered, hiccuping between soft cries.

Shigaraki nodded, moving the hand that wasn’t by your head down the side of your body. Barely brushing his fingertips against your skin till he reached the top of your thighs. “That’s right, pet. If you’re a good girl for me, I might just let you go.”

You glanced down at his large hand now resting on the top of your bare thigh. Your breath started to stutter a bit. He wanted that? This monster that came out once a year to eat people from your town wanted fuck you? “I don’t understand?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing as you looked back at his face that was mere inches from yours.

“I think you do understand,” he jeered, glancing down to where you were pressed against the front of his jeans. “Or you wouldn’t have been squirming so much. Not that I mind, really,” he hissed, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

To your horror, you realized that the entire time you’ve been crying, you had been subtly rutting your hips up against the front of his pants. “I-I,” you stuttered not knowing what you were even thinking at the moment.

“Poor thing,” Shigaraki tutted, his hand on your thigh now moving to harshly grab at your hip. He dug his fingers into your warm skin and pulled you flush against him, “you really are stupid,” he taunted, “can’t even form a sentence.”

With a snarl, he quickly snaked his hand up to your crop top and harshly pulled it down, the thin fabric easily tearing away from your body. Your breast slightly bounced from the force of him tugging down your shirt and your nipples pebbled in the cold air.

You let out a harsh cry as he roughly pinched one of your nipples between two freezing fingers. He was being so rough, groping your chest with hard fingers that you were sure going to leave a mark. However, you found yourself enjoying his hands on you. The same hands that have destroyed so many people from your town.

“Sensitive?” he taunted, red eyes glowing more brightly as you rolled your hips against his for more friction. He sucked his teeth making a tutting sound as he shook his head, a sinister grin enveloping his features. “I’m starting to think you walked in here on purpose?”

You whined as he delivered a harsh slap to your chest before trailing his hand down your stomach, fingers branching out widely to grasp at your skin. “I didn’t,” you panted, feeling want start to burn in your tummy.

Shigaraki chuckled, bringing his face down closer to yours, brushing his cool lips against yours, red eyes never leaving yours. You huffed out another whine, your warm breath kissing his cold skin, making him grin as his fingers had now reached the band of your panties. “Is that so?” he began, wasting no time and ripping the fabric away from your pussy. He smirked as he ran one long finger through your slit gathering your wetness on his finger. “Then why are you so wet?” he rasped.

You let out a needy whine as you watched him put his finger in his mouth and groan. Why were you enjoying this so much? You saw what he did to those people, how could you even trust that he’d let you go after he was done with you?

Shigaraki removed his finger from his mouth with a soft sigh, watching you closely. “Are you gonna be good and tell me the truth?”

You shook your head, starting to feel frustrated that he stopped touching you, “I swear I didn’t!”

Shigaraki laughed darkly and shook his head, “I’m disappointed in you, pet.” He brought his hand back down between your legs hovering a bit as he mulled over his next words. “I’ll give ya one more try to give me the right answer. If not,” he shrugged and opened his mouth, exposing his sharp teeth again, “I might just have to break our promise. I’m sure you’ll be sweet either way,” he said, letting his long tongue slip from his mouth with a soft pant.

You squirmed in his grasp as more of his saliva dripped on your bare skin and slid down your sides. The throb between your legs was becoming unbearable as he ghosted his fingertips along your slit and around your clit. Did you want this all along? Making fun of him and the folktale around his death for years, perhaps hoping the monster in the field would snatch you up? How did you even know if Denki was in here in the first place, and more importantly why did you come alone?

He was right.

You wanted this. You wanted to live out some deep dark fantasy that was tucked away from the light of day so bad that you wandered in here hoping to find it. A soft breath escaped you as you stared back up at Shigaraki’s predatory eyes. He was wonderfully terrifying and despite being so close to death you had never felt more alive. You finally nodded.

Shigaraki’s sinister grin grew larger, stretching up and splitting into his cheeks at your answer. “I thought so,” he snarled and then roughly shoved two fingers inside you without any warning, shivering at the sound of your harsh cries.

You keened, clawing at his chest as he roughly pumped his fingers in and out of your gummy hole. He was being so rough that it almost hurt, but at the same time the overwhelming sense of pleasure he was giving you was unbearable. “Shig,” you hissed out, not even able to say his whole name. You let out another breathy moan as he pushed the pads of his fingers against a particularly sensitive spot.

“Oh?” he commented, grin growing impossibly longer. “You like that?” he cooed, bending his head down to the side of your neck and inhaling loudly. He could smell how sweet your blood was, but more importantly, how sweet your soul was. With a purr of satisfaction, he let his tongue slip past his lips and he ran it along the muscle of your neck.

You squirmed at the feeling of Shigaraki’s freezing tongue on your neck, it almost seemed like he was tasting you. Another high whine escaped your lips when he suddenly slipped in another finger, scissoring you open for him. You wanted more of him and with a newfound sense of infatuation, you lifted your hands back to his chest and ran them along the planes of his muscles before letting them come to rest at the nape of his neck. You harshly wound your almost numb fingers into his hair and yanked his head up causing him to grunt in surprise. Not wasting any more time you practically smashed your lips into his nipping harshly at his bottom lip.

Shigaraki hissed into the kiss as he swiped his tongue into your mouth, and he slipped his free hand back around your neck, digging his nails into your neck. A deep grumble of satisfaction echoed from his chest and you pressed your chest against his in a futile attempt to get closer to him.

You whined needly into the kiss when he started to circle your clit roughly with his thumb. “Shit,” you whimpered as you tore your lips away from his to throw your head back against the rock, your breathing becoming more erratic.

“You’re a nasty one,” Shigaraki harshly whispered against your lips, grinning as he felt you clamp down on his fingers. “You like getting fingered by me? A killer, a monster?”

You nodded feverishly, chanting out a string of yeses as you felt the coil in your tummy start to tighten as he pressed his thumb down harder on your clit.

“Yeah you do,” Shigaraki praised as he kept his pace. He hummed, tilting his head down to look at his fingers and letting out a groan when he saw how wet they were with your slick. He could feel your hips starting to buck up against his hand and your hands tugging on his hair harder.

Sparks of pleasure were starting to tingle up your spine and your tummy was beginning to feel impossibly tight. You were nearly incoherent, your whines and whimpers growing louder and louder. “I think,” you hissed, taking a shuddering breath as your bleary eyes focused in on the monster above you, “m’ gonna,” you tried again, but let out a yelp when Shigaraki suddenly shoved a fourth finger in.

“Poor thing,” Shigaraki taunted, his breaths becoming heavy as he watched you start to shake beneath him, tears beginning to wet your eyelashes, “go on and be a good girl and cum for me, pet.”

That was all you needed to send you over and a sob of pleasure escaped you as you writhed against him, holding his ice-cold form close to yours. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he whispered snide comments in your ear, still harshly pumping his fingers out of your hole.

And then you heard a shout.

It was your name, someone was shouting your name.

Shigaraki froze, fingers still inside of you, slowing down as he lifted his head from the side of your neck, “someone is looking for you? Must have lost their pet huh?” he teased, watching your face contort in fear.

Your pounding heart sank in terror. Midoriya had wandered in here looking for you. Why would he do that? Your fingers dug into Shigaraki’s scalp more harshly, trying to anchor him to you.

“Nervous?” Shigaraki hummed, red eyes flicking to the wheat to your left. He knew whoever was in here was getting close.

“Please,” you whimpered, fresh tears starting to roll down your cheeks, “please don’t.” You flinched when Midoriya shouted for you again.

Shigaraki cackled, pulling his fingers out of your hole with a loud squelch. He remained silent watching you grow more scared, hearing your heart pounding wildly in your chest. It made him want to take you even more. A soft glare caught his eye and he glanced down to see your knife on the ground and he quickly bent down and picked it up, twirling the blade between his long fingers.

“Shigaraki, please,” you begged, “please just leave him alone.”

“Still gotta eat, baby,” he snarled, grinning at your conflict.

You shook your head, grabbing at the bottom of his shirt, “then have me, don’t eat him.” You shook, feeling dread weigh heavy on your chest at your words, but you had to. You couldn’t let him hurt Midoriya. Not since it was your fault Midoriya walked in here in the first place.

Shigaraki’s eyes widened with interest and he slinked back down on top of you, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, “well I suppose that could be arranged.”

You took a shuddering breath, as a quiet sob escaped you. “Okay,” you muttered, your heart was in your throat when you watched him lick his lips.

“One thing,” he murmured, bringing his lips down to yours again and darting his tongue out to wipe up your tears, “just gotta be quiet, yeah?”

You nodded and then completely froze when you felt the cold metal of your own blade press against your neck.

“That’s it, good girl,” Shigaraki cooed, pushing the blade harder against your neck, transfixed on the way your soft skin broke around the serrated edges, bright red blood pilling around the knife. With a hiss, he lifted the blade and ran it down your neck, your chest, and your stomach before coming to a stop by your femoral artery in your inner thigh. He seemed to slither down your body before kneeling in between your legs and hungrily staring at your weeping slit.

You didn’t dare move as he pressed the tip of the blade to your inner thigh, feeling a sharp sting when it broke your skin. Your ears perked at the sound of his low groan before he pressed his lips to your inner thigh and sharply sucked on your skin making you let out a hiss.

“Sweet,” Shigaraki moaned, licking his lips as he continued to lap at the cut on your thigh. With a satisfied sigh, he ran his hands on top of your thighs before harshly digging his fingers into your muscle and yanking your forward till you were right in front of his face.

Your breathing was starting to grow heavy again as you propped yourself up on your elbows watching him with lidded eyes as he laid a heavy arm across your tummy and pressed your blade to the side of your abdomen.

Midoriya shouted your name again and Shigaraki grinned, and suddenly licked a long stripe up the center of your slit making you gasp.

The knife at your side slid down your skin, splitting it open and letting blood trickle down your sides. “I said be quiet,” Shigaraki growled, tearing his gaze away from your center to stare you down.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek hard as he looked back down. He let out a soft breath before inhaling sharply, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Your nerves literally felt like they were sparking at the thought of Midoriya finding you here… like this. With him, with the monster with a split smile, sharp teeth, and red eyes face first in your pussy.

You bit back a loud whine when he licked up your center again, a low growl rumbling in his chest making you shake from the vibrations of his voice.

Shigaraki chuckled before continuing to lap at your slit. You were so sweet, the sweetest thing that could have ever fallen into his hands. He dug his fingers into the soft skin on your stomach as he started to grow more aggressive with his actions. His eyes flicked up to see that you were no longer watching him, but you were laying back down with your forearm over your eyes, and he grinned as he placed a chaste kiss to your clit before sucking on it harshly.

Your eyes shot open as you tried to conceal your moans with your palm, biting at your skin to keep quiet as he ate you out.

Shigaraki groaned quietly, swallowing down your slick greedily as your hips ground down against his face. “So fucking good,” he muttered between breaths.

You were starting to grow desperate as mewls slipped past your lips. Another shout of your name had you clenching around nothing which didn’t go unnoticed.

A deep chuckle slipped past Shigaraki’s lips, “slut,” he hissed. “You want him to find you?” He asked as he glanced down at your pussy, “so fucking wet you’re dripping everywhere,” he groaned palming himself through his jeans as he brought his lips back to your clit and sucked hard.

“Oh god,” you whined, your nails dug into the rock wincing when the knife at your side cut at your skin again. But you didn’t even seem to care about being quiet anymore, the pain and pleasure you were feeling was starting to become overwhelming. Your face was growing hot with shame at the sloppy sounds of Shigaraki’s tongue in your hole.

“Y/n!” Midoriya’s panicked voice echoed throughout the field, “where are you?”

“He’s getting close,” Shigaraki hummed and he brought his hand back up to your clit to start rubbing harsh circles, making you sob. He grinned, feeling your thighs starting to shake on his shoulders, “you gonna be quiet?”

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to bite back your moans and cries. Everything was becoming too much for you as you started to reach your high. With your hand over your mouth you let out another high keen and then squirmed feeling the knife cut into you once more, this time he dragged the blade down the center of your abdomen.

“Are you crying?” Shigaraki chastised as he spit onto your slit before lapping up his spit and your slick. He wanted you to scream, come undone and have your friend come see you like, all spread out and fucked over by him.

Your toes curled inside your boots as you felt your stomach muscle tighten, you were sniffling and crying as he delivered a quick slap on your clit before placing his cold mouth over it again, sucking hard. Footsteps sounded behind you and you leaned your head back, hearing the sound of shoes crunching through the wheat.

He was close, too close. Guilt clawed at your insides as you listened to Midoriya’s footsteps. You were so sick for doing this. Your eyes widened in shock when Shigaraki slipped two fingers inside your hole and began pumping his fingers fast, instantly pushing you over the edge. “Oh fuck,” you cried out hoarsely as you were thrown over the edge, your whole body trembling as Shigaraki laughed from between your legs.

“Y/n?” Midoriya’s voice called out again, “was that you?”

You were practically sobbing from overstimulation as Shigaraki continued to roughly circle your clit with the pads of his thumb, “s’too much,” you whined quietly, barely able to watch him rise up from the ground.

“Oh we’re just getting started,” he cooed, red eyes focusing on the scarlet blood beading from your cuts. With an animalistic growl, he leaned down, licking a long stripe up your bare stomach, shivering at the taste of your blood, while he stepped out of his jeans.

Another whine hissed through your lips when looked at the large bulge in his boxers. “Take this off,” you muttered, bringing your hands down to the base of his shirt and running your hands underneath the stiff fabric.

Shigaraki hissed as your warm hands ran up his chest, and to his surprise you lightly rolled his nipples between two fingers, tearing a low whine from his lips.

A lazy smile stretched across your lips at the sound of his whine, it sent shockwaves straight to your core. “Sensitive?” you cooed, copying his words from earlier. With another quick movement of your hands, you were pulling his shirt up, and he quickly yanked the fabric over his head and threw it to the ground. Your eyes widened at the sight of his body. His pale skin was covered in thick scars, and when the moonlight hit him right you could see his form phase.

“Y/n! C’mon, this isn’t funny!” Midoriya shouted again, he sounded scared.

At this point, you now could really care less if Midoriya saw you or not, all of your rambling thoughts had been pushed aside as you stared down Shigaraki with lidded eyes. You quickly hooked a leg around his thin waist tugging him in closer to you as you pressed your bare chest to his, “c’mon,” you mewled into his ear.

Shigaraki shivered, pupils were blown at the feeling of your chest rubbing against his. He wasn’t a fan of the power shift between you two but the moment he felt your warm hand palm him through his boxers, all of his thoughts dissolved, “fuck,” he hissed hips bucking into your touch.

You grinned again, this time slipping your hand past the band of his boxers and wrapping your hand around his length. “Oh look at you,” you muttered against the shell of his ear as he shook above you while you ran your thumb over the head of his dick, smearing pre over the tip.

“Shit, shit,” Shigaraki hissed, hips stuttering as you continued to stroke him.

“You’re not so scary after all, huh?” you cooed, gently biting his earlobe, “maybe you just needed a good fuck?”

Shigaraki shuddered, nodding into your neck. Hissing as you squeezed him tightly in your hand before releasing him.

“Yeah, you poor thing” you hummed as you began grinding your slit against his dick, cooing into his ear when his breath stuttered.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered against your neck, hands gripping your hips harshly as he rutted his clothed dick against your wet slit, “need you - shit - need you to fuck me,” Shigaraki practically begged, his voice high and whiney.

You let out a whimper, “you do?” you smirked. “Go ahead and lay down for me, I’ll take care of you,” you purred, completely unaware of the wheat by you starting to shake with movement. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched Shigaraki move from you and lay down on the rock, allowing you to move and straddle his waist, letting your hands rest on his bare chest. He was breathing heavily as he kept his eyes trained on yours. “There ya go,” you muttered, reaching a hand down to grab his dick through the cloth of his boxers again.

Shigaraki let out a low groan, hips bucking again as you pulled him out and ran the head of his dick through your slit. You were so hot against him, it was driving him mad. “Fuck, please,” he croaked, eyebrows pinched as he dug his fingers into the meat of your thighs.

You grinned again, your breathing starting to quicken as you lined him up with your entrance, slick dripping down your inner thighs as you began to push down on his length. “Shit,” you whimpered, eyelids fluttering at the sting of him stretching out your hole.

Shigaraki hissed, pointed teeth dropping over his bottom lip as he felt you clamping down around him, “fuck,” he panted, “you’re so -hmph- tight,” he growled. He glanced up at your face, entranced by the way you looked as he bottomed out, and then he snapped his hips up, grinning as you cried out in surprise.

“I didn’t say,” you paused as another mewl escaped past your lips when he snapped his hips up again, “you could start.”

Shigaraki shook his head, “don’t fuckin’ care,” he hissed, taking back control as he started a menacing pace, grinning as he slammed you down on his dick, your slick starting to coat his thighs as you writhed and moaned above him.

Words failed you once more as you slumped forward, nuzzling your nose into his neck as he thrusted up into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, pinching his skin while you whined again loudly.

Then in the haze of everything you lifted your gaze and locked your gaze with a pair of green ones. You froze, eyes wide as Midoriya stared you down through the wheat.

His lips were parted in shock as he watched your face contort as another whimper fell from your lips.

In that time, Shigaraki had quickly flipped you over, never once pulling out as he continued to slam into you. He grinned, red eyes glancing up at the wheat, “seems like he found you, pet.” He inhaled sharply when you clamped back down on him again, tearing a heavy groan from him.

“Midoriya,” you said hoarsely, barely able to push out the words as you tilted your head back against the rock to look at him. You probably could imagine how shocked he was seeing you like this, tears streaming down your face, blood streaking your skin, and an actual monster fucking you right there.

Shigaraki growled, running his tongue up the side of your neck, thrusts growing more aggressive as he started to hit your cervix making you cry out.

“Fuck,” you sobbed your gaze sliding back to Shigaraki who had grabbed the knife again and held it to your jugular. Your feelings of embarrassment started to creep back into your chest, making it feel tight at the sheer thought of Midoriya just standing there and watching.

“He’s scared,” Shigaraki said lowly into your ear, grunting as you ran your nails down his back, “I can smell it on him,” he drawled, saliva now trailing down the sides of his mouth.

You whimpered, tucking your forehead into Shigaraki’s shoulder as he hoisted one of your legs up higher, hitting you deeper.

“He can’t see me the way you can,” Shigaraki hissed, grinning maliciously at Midroiya who was still frozen. All Midoriya was able to see was a skeletal figure cloaked in black with two red eyes staring right at him.

“Please,” you hiccuped, grinding down against Shigaraki as he bottomed out, “leave him alone, we had a deal.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Midoriya stuttered out, eyes glued to your form as the creature above you slammed into you. The monster was grinning at him, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. He could see you in the monster's grasp, but just barely, most of its cloak and wispy form had you covered.

He could hear you, whining and whimpering and the wet slaps of skin against skin, it was loud enough to make heat rise to his face.

Shigaraki cackled softly as he gave you open mouthed kisses on your neck, now focusing in on the steady beat of your arteries. You were delicious, so sweet and innocent, just what he needed to get him through another year of purgatory.

You let out another loud cry, heat spreading across your face like fire as you felt your tummy start to coil with tension again. It was getting to be too much for you again, the pain from your cuts, the pleasure from Shigaraki, and the shame of having Midoriya watch. This night had been a whirlwind of events and you had even forgotten why you had come out here in the first place.

“You like him watching you?” Shigaraki growled into your ear, “I can tell you do, slut,” he hissed, red eyes glancing up at Midoriya who was still stuck in place. “Fuck, yeah you do, can feel you clamping down on me,” he hissed and then pressed the knife harder into your neck.

A heavy sob wracked through your form as you shook against Shigaraki’s form. You felt like you were hanging over the edge of a cliff, about to drop into a dark abyss as the tension in your body kept rising. Words weren’t even an option for you at this point anymore.

Shigaraki took a deep breath, scarlet eyes blazing briefly as he took in the scents around him. You were so sweet, like honey, but there was a new scent that was starting to overwhelm yours, a musky scent that made him frown. It was coming from the guy in front of him. He inhaled again, it was lust, and made him angry.

You grit your teeth as Shigaraki slammed his hips into yours hard, grinding down briefly before continuing at a brutal force. “I can’t,” you panted, trying to not cum yet. The instinctual part of you knew that once this was over you had no idea what was going to happen to you or Midoriya.

Shigaraki pressed his face back into your neck, “you can, just a little more,” he grunted, eyes nearly rolling back as you clamped down hard on his dick again. With a new sense of urgency fueled by his anger he stretched a hand back down towards your aching clit and began roughly circling it with two fingers, grinning at your whimpers.

“Y/n,” Midoriya choked out, the overwhelming feeling of dread anchoring him in place, “what’s happening?”

You shook your head, more tears streaming down your face as Shigaraki instantly pulled out and flipped you over, “Midoriya, just go!” you croaked. Cold hands grabbed your hips roughly and yanked you back on the rock, your knees scraping against the cool stone cutting into your skin. “Oh god,” you whined out as Shigaraki wrapped a thick forearm around your midsection and yanked you to his chest.

Shigaraki clenched his jaw as he spread your legs on top of his lap and slammed you back down on his dick with a loud squelch. He was pissed, it seemed all you really cared about was this green hair frat boy in front of you now.

Your cheeks burned with shame as you turned away from Midoriya’s gaze that was locked in on your chest. Another lewd whimper fell from your lips as Shigaraki slammed you down over and over on him at a grueling pace, snarling in your ear as you cried.

“Your little friends gonna just stay there and watch for a bit,” Shigaraki hissed, brows furrowing as you reached up behind him to yank on his hair. “Don’t fucking look at him,” he added harshly as he tore his gaze away from you and stared down Midoriya.

Your breathing became labored as Shigaraki pressed the pads of his fingers back on your clit again trying to get you to cum, but the fear inside of you had been growing steadily since Midoriya had actually shown up. Despite that you still felt yourself tensing up again and you rolled your hips back against Shigaraki’s dick involuntarily looking for your release.

Shigaraki grinned as he brought his free hand back to your throat, squeezing it tightly as your hips started to stutter against his and your legs began to shake. “Go ahead,” he snarled, raking his nails across your ribs, “go ahead and cum.”

Colors and black spots instantly swam into your field of vision as you started to convulse against him, spraying his dick with your release as you choked out a strangled sob. Your mind was completely blank as Shigaraki continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his hands tightening on your throat and chest.

Shigaraki grunted, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder as your pussy fluttered around him while you came. His thrusts were becoming sloppy before he let out a high whine before painting your walls white with his release.

You were shaking, tears running down your cheeks for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight as you felt Shigaraki’s cum drip back down out of your hole and onto his thighs. Black spots still swam in your vision as your body crumbled back against his, completely spent. You thought you heard Midoriya scream your name, but the ringing in your ears was too loud to even comprehend much anymore.

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispered into your ear, as he looked towards Midoriya who had started to shake, “you did so good for me.”

You merely nodded against Shigaraki’s shoulder as you tried to control your erratic breathing. A wave of relief washed over you at his words. He was going to follow through with your deal then. A meek smile was all you could give Midoriya before letting your exhaustion pull you into it’s dark depths.

With you now limp in his arms, Shigaraki’s grin split back into his cheeks as he raked his predatory gaze over your body and then to Midoriya’s. He swiped his bottom lip with the flat of his tongue before setting you down on the rock, never letting the green haired frat boy out of his sight.

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That night three people went missing.

Denki Kaminari, Y/n L/n, and Izuku Midoriya all went missing between one am and three am on the thirtieth of October.

Your faces were plastered over campus, covering the missing persons papers from years previous. Months went by and season changed and just like all the other before the three of you, you three were never found.

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