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alittlebitgoofy · 2 years ago

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alone. (luxx/spice)

i posted it! i got distracted playing games and meant to post earlier but here we are (a bit on point given recent events lmao) but round 2 of this little college au <3 i wrote this in like two days i cannot lie it just kinda came out of me and i wanna share it :))

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Spice felt a shiver wrack her whole body, her core trembling at every minute sound. She could only let out a whine, gripping onto the blanket thrown over her head so tight her knuckles turned white. Another noise, another whimper escaped her through. It felt like it was closing up, all she could do was scrunch her eyes shut and make a few noises, praying it would be over soon and she could deal with life again.

It was embarrassing, having to scurry back to her dorm when all she wanted to do was have lunch with her friends. Malaysia raised an eyebrow when she started glancing around the room, looking for an escape. It may have been a blessing in disguise that Luxx wasn’t there. She didn’t want them to see her like this. So incapable of being a functional person

Sugar opening the door was the straw that broke the camel's back, Spice letting out a pained squeal in a vain attempt to signal to her sister that now was a bad time. Sugar looked at her, curled in on herself on her bed and felt her heart sink. Spice was always a bit more sensitive, she always seemed more antsy and jumpy. Things had to be a certain way, her hair was always perfect or she couldn’t go outside, too many noises would make her shudder. If it got too bad she’d shut down all together and become a husk her usual self, squirming and flinching away from anything that made a sound.

Thankfully she knew how to deal with this, highschool was tough for both of them, closeted identical twins who were still trying to find themselves while being judged for every little thing in their suburban town. They had to have each other's back, Spice would come home from school and just collapse onto her bed, hiding from the world until she could handle herself again.

Sugar grabbed her headphones, gently sliding them under the blanket that her twin was clutching for dear life. Then the doll she always carried around, currently sat in the pocket of one of her leather jackets. Spice let out a short squeak, the twin telepathy translating it as a mangled sort of thank you.

Sugar didn’t know what went through her head during these episodes, all she knew was that Spice needed absolute silence, no touching or disturbing and her headphones. Darkness also helped as she flicked out the light and exited the room, praying Spice would come down from this sooner rather than later.

Spice could barely feel her body, shaking like a leaf as she fumbled to connect her headphones to her phone. Putting on the first album that popped up and letting out a small sigh of relief at the familiar noises. Her phone buzzing with a message took back whatever calmness she got from putting on some music, Spice kicked at her mattress, praying it would split open and swallow her whole so she didn’t have to deal with this. It buzzed again as she kicked harder, letting out another pained squeal that must have had her neighbours wondering what could possibly be happening in there.

They were at class though, at least that’s what she told herself to calm the rising anxiety at the idea of someone hearing this.

As she glanced at the notification, something shifted, knotting in her stomach with an impending dread as she saw it was Luxx.

Luxx: hey, you ok? marsh said you went all quiet in the cafeteria and ran off when malaysia tried to talk to you

Luxx: if you wanna talk i’m free

Okay. This was fine. She was fine. Nothing bad was happening, Luxx was just worried. They weren’t judging her. She was fine.

But she would judge if she knew, anyone would. Spice was a freak, sensitive, abnormal. Nothing anyone with a brain would want to be around. She was annoying and talked too much, she knew that. She was just dramatic, the sounds weren’t that loud. No one could hear the electricity crackle from the lights or the buzz of a tv screen. Or that high pitched whine that came from headphones when you paused audio. She was being dramatic.

But if she was, why did this feel so real? Why was everything so intense she could feel every fibre of her body standing on edge. Why did she need to kick, to destroy something or just let her feelings out on something. Was the hysterical crying not enough? She’d managed to muffle it into the blanket but the occasional heavy gasp or squeal still came out of her.

Luxx’s phone must have been showing read by now. They might get angry if she didn’t reply, Spice forced her eyes open, her shaking hands struggling to press anything on the keyboard without it becoming illegible.

Spice: too much noise, needed quiet Luxx: are you handling okay? do you need me to come over?

Spice: alone.

She put her phone on to not disturb after that, breathing a sigh of relief that her phone wouldn’t violently buzz anymore.

At least things seemed to be calming down, the darkness, the quiet except from the music she could control, the doll clutched by her chest. Spice focused on the feeling of the blanket on top of her, letting out a tired sigh as she let it weigh her down. Her body was spasming less, the intense cocktail of panic and rage started to subside but it just left her void of anything. All that crying and noise just to be left exhausted by her own feelings. How was she supposed to go back to normal right now? She just wanted to lie there, motionless for hours on end.

She also wanted Luxx. This was new. She never wanted someone before. Even when she was recovering, she’d be alone and the first person she’d find would always be Sugar. She was the only one who understood.

It was different this time, her brain started up again and craved Luxx. She glanced back at her phone, realising they’d sent her another message. Luxx: okay, text me if you need me Then another a few minutes later.

Luxx: i hope you’re okay

Then another one, guilt built up in spice as she realised how worried they must have been.

Luxx: sugar filled me in a bit, when you’re up to it you’re getting the biggest hug.

That made her smile, Luxx was not a touchy person so her initiating affection with Spice was always something special.

Spice: you can come now, the door’s unlocked just don’t turn the light back on please

Luxx: you still want that hug? Spice: yeah

She focused on her breathing as she waited, quelling the flipping in her stomach but still not completely at ease. Yes, she wanted Luxx. she craved their touch in a way she hadn’t felt before. But them seeing her like this? That was going to be a lot to handle. She didn’t seem phased, sugar had told her everything right? So it would be fine? Spice took a deeper breath, readying herself as she heard the door creak open. Luxx slid in, closing it softly and walking over to the mound where Spice was hidden.

They slowly sat down next to her, lifting the blanket in a way that if she wanted, Spice was more than able to stop. She let it happen, staring up at Luxx as they pulled it over her face and put it gently to the side. The only light in the room was coming from the closed curtains, it was enough for Luxx to see her face though, noticing the tear stains trailing down her cheeks and the way her lips seemed to quiver the second they made eyecontact no matter how brief it was.

“Spice?” She spoke softly, that tone was a rare one. Spice swore Luxx never whispered like that, unless Marcia was asleep and they didn’t want to wake her up. There was warmth to it, a gentle sense of caring that made her hunch in on herself a little less. Spice tried to respond, the words were in her head but just wouldn’t come out no matter how hard she tried to croak out a reply, in the end she let out a high pitched grunt, looking apologetically at Luxx after.

“Can’t talk?” She nodded, shifting closer to their body.

“That’s okay, you wanna sit with me?” Spice squeaked at that, placing a hand on Luxx’s arm as a show of affection. She hummed as they scooped her up, letting the brunette curl up in their arms. Luxx shifted so they were both lying down, Spice curled into her, burrowing her head against their chest.

“I got you, we can stay like this as long as you want, okay?” “Mmm.” Spice hummed back, squeezing Luxx’s hand.

Luxx moved one of her arms to start stroking Spice’s hair, the other one staying firm around her waist. She brushed it back out of her face and gently scratched at her scalp in a way that she knew soothed the taller girl. She had a feeling they were going to be there a while, Spice’s body still holding a bit of tension. She would occasionally let out a muffled squeal, squeezing Luxx harder as if trying to convey something. They just continued to hold her, whispering soft words of affirmation when she seemed to get stressed.

Neither of them had a concept of time, sitting together in silence in a dark room wasn’t exactly what Luxx had thought they were getting themself into but Spice seemed calmer with her around. Her body was relaxing finally, all the tensing and strain catching up to her as she groaned softly, leaning her head back to look up at Luxx before burrowing back into her chest.

Spice stayed still after that, her breathing coming back down to a normal level. She poked Luxx’s arm gently grunting when she got a humm in response. “Something up?” She hummed again, prodding her hand this time. “Spice, I don’t know what that means.” Luxx couldn’t suppress a smile as Spice laughed lightly at that, propping herself up and tugging on their arm so Luxx would follow. She looked a lot calmer now, though still recovering.

Her eyes drifted to her phone, discarded at the end of her bed so she’d stop thinking about it or knowing someone was messaging her. She realised then that her emotional support doll was tangled beneath the blanket she’d crawled out of to cuddle up to Luxx, leaning over to pick it up as they watched. She turned back to face her, staring her dead in the eye with an unreadable expression, somewhere between amusement and fear. She put the doll in Luxx’s hand, staring intently at her as she held it. “Your doll?” Spice nodded. “This one’s your favourite right? You had it since you were a kid?” Spice nodded again, smiling. “I have no idea why you put this in my hand.” Her lips twitched at that, almost a smile before she shook her head.

“You’re very cryptic, you know that.” Spice grinned at that, curling herself back in on Luxx. She gestured from the doll to Luxx, looking up at her with the softest look in her eyes they had ever seen.

“This is the emotional support doll isn’t it?” Luxx pondered, Spice letting out an affirmative humm in response.

“So, I’m an emotional support doll? Person?” Spice’s face lit up at that, nodding enthusiastically. She seemed to enjoy their makeshift game of charades, squeezing their hand again to signal something Luxx didn’t quite understand.

“That was a very convoluted way to communicate that, thank you.” Spice laughed again, still a muted giggle but some sort of progress out of her downcast state.

Spice flinched as Luxx’s phone vibrated, burrowing her head back into their chest to shield her from the world. She moved to pick it up, careful not to displace Spice in her hiding spot.

Sugar: is she okay? Luxx: i think so, she just played the strangest game of charadesSugar: yeah she’s better

Spice made another noise, this one a lot harder to decipher. Luxx raised an eyebrow as she did it again, squeaking indignantly when Luxx gently poked her cheek.

“You okay?” Another noise, this one closer to a growl, Spice stretched herself out before returning to her spot on their chest. She gestured to the lamp on the bedside table, glancing from Luxx to it as if to ask if she minded. “Girl, it’s your room. Do what you want.” Spice flicked the light on, her eyes never leaving Luxx.

“Are you scared I’m going to do something?” Spice glanced away at that, her eyes focusing on something on the floor.

“Hey. I’m not gonna do anything. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I’m not mad at you or anything, I just care about you.” Spice hesitated, moving her head back up to make eye contact before glancing elsewhere. Her hands moved to grab both of Luxx’s, squeezing them gently before letting out a sigh.

“First time you’ve been like this around someone?” Spice nodded. “Even Sugar?” She shrugged.

“Huh, you must really trust me.” That got another smile, Spice seeming to light up a little more.

“You’re safe with me, okay Spice?” She glanced up, taken aback by the sincerity in their words. Spice seemed to search Luxx’s eyes for every emotion, she stared unmovingly for a few seconds before pulling them into a tight hug. They went back into a silence after that but Spice seemed happier. She finally opened her phone back up to scroll through social media for a bit, occasionally showing Luxx any memes she found with a proud smile.

They finally got a look at the time, realising they’d been there for well over an hour.

“Mhm mmm.” Spice hummed, emphasising it in a way that vaguely communicated what she was trying to say.

“Was that a thank you?” Spice nodded, seemingly proud of Luxx for figuring that out.

“No worries, wasn’t going to let someone I care about suffer.” Spice fell quiet yet again, though her scrolling slowed this time, she let out a stifled yawn before burrowing back down against her friend. Luxx was at peace with being a pillow for her after all that, smiling to herself as Spice dozed off while nestled against her. Her body finally seemed to fully relax, a small smile on her lips every time Luxx ran their hand through her hair.

Thankfully she was a heavy enough sleeper not to wake up when Sugar eventually returned, eyeing her sister up cautiously before looking to Luxx in relief. She kept her voice down before probing what exactly had happened. “I’m not really sure, she just seemed upset and couldn’t talk. We spent a while sat together and I think she just needed some company and time to decompress. Has this happened before?” “Not since we’ve moved to college, though she would totally blow up sometimes when our parents kept asking her about things. Like they’d be going on and on about her failing math and she’d just shout and shout until she just completely shut down. I learnt pretty quickly to leave her alone when she’s like that. She flipped out at me once, just kept hitting things until I left the room” Sugar spoke animatedly, her eyes quickly darting to her phone to show something. Luxx’s heart sank at that, surely she hadn’t-

It was a picture of a broken hairbrush, one that looked far too sturdy to snap like that without some serious strength. Thank god she wasn’t about to show a video of Spice freaking out, some people were truly evil, filming shit like that when someone was clearly distressed.

“She’s been doing better since we moved, a lot more sociable too. She had really bad social anxiety in highschool that’s why I was surprised when she mentioned she’d made a friend without me. I used to make friends for both of us, but even then we didn’t have many.” Sugar continued, frowning as she recalled their experience. They both seemed so light and fun all the time it never occurred to Luxx there could be a lot of repressed trauma under that. Sure they’d seen the way Spice hesitated when Luxx had a go at someone, seeming to curl in on herself any time anyone raised their voice near her. She was always quiet when people made a comment about her, Luxx always jumping to her defence before she could say anything. They’d figured she was shy, which wasn’t wrong. But to know there was a lot more too it that Spice would never want to go into? She just hoped she could feel comfortable enough to not have to keep that guard up around them. “Me neither, people were just rude though. Not worth my time.” Luxx’s flippant attitude was betrayed by her words, sombre as she kept her eyes trained on Spice, smiling to herself as she shifted, letting out a quiet hum before falling still once again. “Yeah, people here are nicer but it’s hard. It’s like we’ve only ever really had each other.” “You’ve got other people now. I promise.”

“Just be good to her, she needs it.” Sugar’s words were punctuated by a small smile, as if she knew something they didn’t. Weird. “What do you mean?” “Oh you know. I’ve seen the way you look at her.” Sugar glanced from Luxx to the sleeping Spice in her lap, smirking and suggestively raising her eyebrows. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” They played it off coolly, though internally panicked. Was it that obvious? Spice was too oblivious to ever realise their feelings but for someone else to see it? Not good. “Luxx, you’re completely whipped for her. Literally who else would you let spoon you in your sleep. I saw that by the way.” Sugar’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glee, scrolling through her photos to pull up one of the pair of them a few weeks ago, asleep in Spice’s bed, Luxx’s head on her chest, Spice’s arms wrapped around her. That was not exactly platonic looking. Fuck. Luxx was about to fire back when they froze at Spice making a sound, shifting her body slightly before groaning. Her eyes fluttered sleepily, looking up at Luxx with a smile as she realised where she was. She glanced at Sugar, mirroring a similar expression. Sugar glanced at the pair of them, smirking even more as Spice sat up, leaning her head on their shoulder before wrapping her arms around their waist.

“You doing okay now?” Spice blinked, shrugging as if that would communicate every thought in her brain.

“Did you break anything?” Sugar asked, having walked from her bed to hover over Spice. She laughed at that, shaking her head before rolling her eyes. Sugar leaned in to take Spice from Luxx’s grasp and hug her, whispering something into her ear that Luxx didn’t catch. Whatever it was it made Spice perk up, nodding at Sugar.

“Oh, she’s not going to talk for the rest of the day, she never does.” Sugar spoke up, Spice pouting in response.

Her face got momentarily serious, as if she was concentrating hard on something before she looked back to Luxx and opened her mouth. Her brow furrowed, staring hard as if she could communicate telepathically.

“Fuck.” Her voice was small, barely audible though Luxx caught onto it, when they realised that was her response to Sugar all she could do was laugh, the other twin glaring in faux anger.

“Bitch! I’ve been worried about you all day and THAT’S how you respond!” Sugar looked at her in shock, rolling her eyes. Spice grinned mischievously, letting out a quiet laugh that only grew as Luxx looked at her with a similar sense of shock “You’re lucky I like you.”

Another small laugh, Luxx counted that as a win. Spice seemed at peace with her, something that was totally not going to be on her mind for weeks. Not at all.

#rpdr fanfiction #s15 #spluxx #spice #luxx noir london #sugar and spice

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zhongrin · 2 years ago

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MISS RIN I AWOKE WITH A VISION THAT I FELL OUT OF BED TO SHARE:

you n mr. zhongli in a xianxia-esque au... i am thinking of you being some sort of beloved shijie to a young and rambunctious zhongli (which ig would be this au's equivalent of his morax era), and since you two are disciples of the same sect (plus the fact that you're not one to flinch or shy away from him whenever he tries to scare you off), you end up getting really close!

you train together, eat together, and talk about all your dreams and hopes under the night sky when all your duties of the day are finished and you're free to just be rin-jie and a-li. here, on the mountain peak where the rest of the world can't seem to touch either of you (where the world, to zhongli's mind, is just you and him), he lets all his fears and secrets spill, and you catch them all in the palm of your hand and a quiet whisper: "i'll keep these for you, a-li. until you're strong enough to carry them on your own." (i imagine that the first time he realizes he's in love with you would be during one of these nights, when there's no thieving sun to drown out your light. boy is Whipped(tm))

zhongli is an exceptionally gifted cultivator and there's no better disciple in the sect when it comes to combat. you, on the other hand, are more of a healer! your golden core may not be all that strong, but your mastery over star reading and talismans, as well as having the unique ability to "weave water into qi" (think how waterbenders can heal using water) is enough reason for him to apply for your aid during missions. it becomes quite a well-known fact in the sect that "if you want that bold disciple to do anything right, pair him with meirin." outwardly, he hates that saying and denounces it whenever he can, but privately? nothing soothes his heart more than hearing your laugh whenever you hear it, and the way your gaze turns to him indulgently, half tease and half reassurance.

(zhongli is always quick to jerk his side to the side and cross his arms with a huff but, well, if you happen to see the tips of his ears flush... you'll keep that secret for him too <3)

("the primary ambition of cultivators is to achieve immortality, meirin. helping the common folk is secondary. do not contest this."

"that isn't right, shizun! from all the texts i've read, the reason why cultivation exists is for the good of the people! to help and protect them from the creatures left in the wake of—!"

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"shizun, where's shijie?"

"she's recovering, zhongli. i'm afraid she caught a chill from her nightly excursions to the mountain's peak. you know her core isn't as developed as yours."

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"—cultivators who reach the peak of their paths and with exceptional golden cores ascend to immortality, no matter what. this is not a choice. no matter who they leave behind, this is what it means to devote oneself to a path.")

this was so scuffed but aaaa i have so many ideas rn for u n a bunch of other writers im too afraid to interact with lmao but yeah!! ill send more abt this when im more awake haha i need water

crying sobbing haghdjfhkdfhkdjksjfs this is such a sweet and cute prompt.... i really really needed this today, this made me smile throughout the pains ;A; such a cute and heartwarming setting...

"i imagine that the first time he realizes he's in love with you would be during one of these nights, when there's no thieving sun to drown out your light"

lord rex lapis help me that's such a beautiful line *clutches my chest*

also pls the way you made me a healer... i've always thought that i'm very not suited for any combat-related things hskdjskd it's why i always choose acolytes or healer mages whenever i play with my brother or friends... healers are awesome hehe

young and rambunctious morax.... keeping him close and cradling him in my arms rn.... so brash and reckless and fearless. i wonder what would be the trigger in this au that makes him start to grow into the wiser and calmer zhongli!

*squints* hello????? shizun.... what's that weird cutoff and lame excuse.... hmmmmmmmm.... SUS!!!!!

and that last line... foreshadowing? i have so many questions hskdjskfjsldjskdnsl

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT I FEEL A LITTLE GUILTY YOU CATERED TO MY SELFSHIP FOR IT BUT ON THE OTHER HAND I'M HONORED AND WILL BE BRAINROTTING ABOUT THIS IN SELF-INDULGENCE AS I LIE IN PAIN FROM STOMACH CRAMPS WAHHHHHH

also sweetie it's okay you really don't have to be afraid to interact with other writers!! we're all just silly hoomans running a blog on tumblr!!! and i would absolutely love to see more but never think that you have to do so!! go drink your water and eat your breakfast and recharge!!! my inbox will always be open <3

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: miyo 🧡#sobbing this is so cute..........#i am soft now #rin selfships #zhongrin #i will reread this again for the fifth time brb

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tamanone · 9 months ago

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for fic writer ask please do 4 5 8 11 17 19 25 30 🫶

fic asks pt 2:

4.) a story idea you haven’t written yet

oh my god i want to write a canon divergence au about youji/tiffone... where she survived and moved to japan and they started dating... they were so good together in the theatre of pain drama cd god i need them to fuck!!! i need them to be the hottest couple in 1990s tokyo!!!

5.) first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

from the high school au sktk wip:

Zura and Gintoki take one look at the note and proceed to show him one of the worst acting he’s ever seen in his life, with Zura sweating bullets and Gintoki barely able to hold in his laugh, and neither are meeting his eyes.

8.) if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

saudade. i've toyed with the idea before, lmao. it's from takasugi's pov, and opens with him freaking out the next morning bc his memory of the dinner was hazy. and then i think the culmination will be sktk having sex but takasugi is pretending to be aloof about it. like he wants to make a point that they're physically intimate but not emotionally. basically just him being petty.

...and yeah you know it's never gonna be written bc it's smutty and i can't write smut

11.) a WIP you’d like to finish someday

(looks away in shame) disposition alone..........

17.) talk about your writing and editing process

my writing process is very disorganized lmaooo. i don't do outlines, i mostly just try to keep track of what scenes i want to be in it and write whichever section my brain feels like writing. eventually once the core scenes are written down i do the scenes that connects them with one another.

i also don't do first draft second draft etc. what's already written IS what's gonna be posted, i just give it a few read to try and catch any typos. at most i'll rework a line because i feel like it's too clunky or doesn't fit the character voice enough.

19.) the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

probably researching the kochi prefecture to write aqua terrarium. i'm now enamored with this place that i've never even been to. the watatsumi shrine at the katsurahama beach lives in my mind rent free.

25.) besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

unfortunately all my other hobbies are media consumption. i just watch anime & read mangas all day.........

30.) share a fic you’re especially proud of

to live with yourself!! like my character voice for nie mingjue... capturing the dynamic of the nie brothers... the ambiguous ending... oh she's my favorite child lowkey lmaooo

and of course this scene:

“It would be so easy for you to kill me right now.” “I’m not going to kill you.” “Because I’m no longer a threat to your pursuit of power?”

like i can't believe i wrote that!! she truly is that bitch

#milesmoerales

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bangtangalicious · 4 years ago

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already.

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him.

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now”

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady.

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook”

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk”

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.”

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted.

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life.

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.

He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why.

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in.

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?”

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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akumaalert · 3 years ago

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not a request just sharing bc i couldn't stop thinking of just "what if lucky called heis good boy" like how he calls her good girl sometimes but like.. i'm pretty sure he would break

This was supposed to be a mini-fic....but...uh....it'll likely be the first chapter of "Divergence" instead LMAO But hope you enjoy!

Good Boy

Karl Heisenberg x Reader, Explicit

CW: Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Happy Ending, Virgin!Karl Heisenberg

An AU happening during chapter 19 of "Heavy Metal Lover" but can be read without reading the main story.

"Unfh..."

That had been the first noise from Lucky besides the scratch of a pencil against paper that he had heard in about an hour.

Stuck in his office with her as he searched for a misplaced - not lost, just misplaced! - core schematic, Heisenberg tried to ignore the nagging thought of how domestic the space had become. Lucky never moved his things - something he was infinitely grateful for. He could recall too well his ever boiling frustration at having his room "cleaned" when living in the castle. The maids were well-meaning, but always adjusting. The room he had held would have felt more his own had he been able to move his own furniture around without the chambermaids fawning over him.

"No, no, young Lord Heisenberg! This is all wrong...off you go...go play...we will fix this mess."

Now on his own and in his element of chaos, he felt comforted, even if secretly so, that Lucky never seemed to complain.

Comforted...but cautious.

The day at the stronghold seemed stamped into his memory...right in the front for all to see. It remained a wonder Lucky didn't see it on his face.

The knowledge.

The horrible, horrible knowledge.

Love.

Staring at an old newspaper clip-out that he had saved with a picture of a modern car on its faded pages, he absently pushed the glasses back up his nose.

It tired him - the constant need to flip back and forth between acknowledging his feelings and thrusting them as far down as he could manage. Drowning them out with that beautiful sound of cinching machinery. Allowing them to seep into him with every laugh from her lips.

Heisenberg was starting to fall in love with the woman. The woman he had failed to kill - the lucky one to survive his maze. The woman his mother expected him to impregnate in order for Miranda's mad vessel to be born and to be killed all in the name of misery.

Misery otherwise known as Eva.

Slowly but certainly, Lucky was driving him insane. Reminding him of things he could never, ever have. Teasing him over and over for days on end.

Heisenberg remembered all too well his reason for entering the office. He had nearly sliced his own arm clean off his shoulder when he lost himself to his situation. To the possibility that, despite his body being so ill-suited for the task, Lucky could have his child. Would want his child. His thoughts, as they so often did, snapped back to the need for freedom - for the need for the arms to come loose from his latest corpse to transform them into one of his many soldiers.

But the more he thought of freedom, the more she sat in the background of his mind.

The more she sat there, the more his tired musings began to stitch together.

The more freedom and Lucky - the two dreams of his world - became intertwined.

He had been thinking of her - of Lucky - beside him the day that he won freedom from the village.

Won freedom...and her.

"You did it, Heis! You did it!"

Lucky would never know how dear it was to him...the fact that her emotions ran so freely with her very being. Beaming. She would do nothing less than beam at him. Her eyes would glow and crinkle at their tails as they did when she gave him her most genuine smiles.

"You did it. You're free. Our...our family is free."

"...family?"

She would grab his hand. Just one. He needed the other steady on her cheek.

Lucky would bring that hand clasped in her own to her belly.

"Our family..."

"Our...another...another Heisenberg?"

In his dreams, she shyly escaped his gaze to nod.

"You...you haven't been alone. Not with me. Not with the start of our family. But now...now, Heis..." Her eyes popped back up all soft and sincere. "Now you'll never be alone again. Not with our baby Heisenberg on the way..."

The only break from his reverie was the slice to one of his favorite stained t-shirts. Only the fact that it was Heisenberg's powers directing the saw had it falling to the floor instead of through his tensed skin.

Heisenberg could only stand in shocked silence. The arm that had been spared from the violence came to grab his shoulder. Though no injury had occurred, he felt stabbed all the same.

Family...and joy?

Lucky...with him?

Another Heisenberg...alive?

A thought washed over him like ice entering his veins.

A boy or a girl...would we have a boy or a girl first?

First.

As if Lucky wished to be objected to more of his perverted and preposterous daydreams.

When he left the room, the metal was still shaking.

"Gotta get that fucking schematic...keep forgetting it...keep going to the office and...fuck...keep talking to her. Gotta stop fucking talking to her. Schematic. Get the fucking schematic."

Lucky had been asleep in bed when he first entered. A rushing relief to his soul. But as the search for the schematic went from flipping through one file to frantically reshuffling the wayward stack the paper should have been in, he knew it was only a matter of time before she would appear.

"Oh...ah!" Lucky yawned all cute and squeaky. "Good morning, Heis."

"Morning," he said flatly. "You...you move any of these lately?"

"No," she said sleepily. "I don't touch those...way above my pay grade. What are you looking for?"

"Core schematic," he grumbled. "Not fucking here...where the hell did I put it?"

Though Lucky made a very pointless questioning noise, she said nothing as she sat down and began her daily transcriptions. Hell, he had been grateful. She showed concern because she was simply a good person beneath all of the trauma and the terror she had reigned on his self-image. But she didn't pry or attempt to enter his space afterward where she would clearly only be in the way.

But that was before her second moan filled the office.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, never looking up from his stack of papers.

A frustrated sigh and a grumble came from the desk chair.

"Think I slept on my neck funny last night," she said. "Doesn't help that my posture is shit. Just making it impossible to find a good angle to work in."

Growing agitated at his fruitless search, Heisenberg whipped around to look at her. "Want some help?"

"Mmn?"

"Want a massage or something?" he offered. "A...ha! You'll find this funny. Supersized one up in the castle? Used to love to make me massage her neck when I was a kid. Fucking manual labor when I was barely old enough to write. Had maids to do it - an assload at that - and forced me to instead."

Raising an eyebrow at him, Lucky frowned. "Was it...did she...did she hurt you? Like...if you didn't do it?"

"Ah nah," he said, taking careful steps over to Lucky. "Told you...when I was a kid, I was off limits. I whine about it now...but...well...I was a kid. Bitch loves kids. So I had to massage her back...but only part of this stupid salon thing we used to do together. It was nothing. Stupid. Just like her."

He did not know what to make of Lucky's face. Tilting her head, she steadied a look on him that could only be called curious.

"It's...it's a good memory? Of Alcina when you were small?"

Heisenberg scoffed.

"It's a memory," he said, standing behind Lucky with a wide stance and an even wider stare at her neck. "Not good or bad...just...there. Now...where's it hurt, kid?"

Raising a hand, Lucky placed her fingers on a section of her neck before swirling her touch.

"Ah...there...like just this one spot, but fanning out..."

"Okay...looks like your C7."

"My what now?"

Chuckling, Heisenberg moved her hand out of the way. "Your C7 vertebrae. Duck your chin down so I can get in here properly."

Doing as she was told, Lucky's head moved forward and Heisenberg placed his gloved hands against her neck. His thumbs encased the pained area and began to move in slow yet sturdy circles.

Lucky immediately began squirming.

"Can you maybe try without the gloves?" she asked. "Those are like...rough or something."

Casting off his gloves quickly, Heisenberg rolled his shoulders before trying again. "Wah, wah, wah...doing you a favor and you're out here complaining. That better, your highness?"

"Yes, actually," she said, relaxing. "And thank you. Asshole."

Puffing air out of his mouth, Heisenberg merely shook his head as he kneaded her skin.

"Mmn!"

Heisenberg tried to hide his stillness by immediately starting to massage her skin again.

But the noise could not be ignored.

"What was that?"

"Your hands...they're so warm. Fuck...feels good."

"Oh..." he said dumbly. Blinking down at her, he turned his head away as he kept his fingers in motion.

The fact that his cock had begun to waken in his pants was not lost on him.

"Are you using your electric powers? Is that why it feels so good?"

"Nah...really shouldn't do that on the living above the waist."

Above the waist...but below the waist...

"Ah," he continued, running his teeth over the scar on his lower lip. "Cause of the heart or whatever. Probably your brain too from this angle. Could fry both without meaning to. And I was working...earlier. Probably why they feel hot."

Lucky sighed as he continued to work her neck. His fingers were sweeping but slow. He had started off so intently and so rough. What had happened?

I felt her skin. Felt her beneath me. Felt her neck...for all she knows I could snap it right now and instead of being afraid she's welcoming me...she trusts me...trusts me enough to let me do this...

The next round of his fingers on her neck dipped into skin purposeful in their worship.

Her response was immediate.

"Oh...oh...good boy," she whispered.

To say he was lost for words was like calling water wet.

Though he kept his massage in a rhythmic round, his eyes were wide as they could possibly be behind his glasses. So wide that they hurt.

What the hell did she just do to me?

If he had to go off of physical injury, he would say she punched him in the stomach with all the force of a train running at full speed.

If he had to go off of an attack to his psyche, he would say she wormed her way into some long buried and forgotten wire that sent his entire brain into overdrive.

If he had to go off the erection now straining against his paints, he would say that he was royally fucked.

"You really are so good at this," she said, her voice still breathless. "Good boy...my good boy, Heis."

Heisenberg snatched his hands away as if Lucky were lava.

"Wait! No...what's wrong?" she asked, turning slightly to look at him.

If she looks down...if she sees...

"GOTTA TAKE A SHIT!" he exclaimed suddenly.

Lucky's mouth dropped open as she gaped at him.

Then she nodded with a laugh playing at her lips.

"Yeah. Go. Just come back and finish your massage."

Before he could finish blinking, he found himself storming down the hallway.

Well...intending to storm. His gait was impacted a bit by his dick standing at full mast and his hands hurriedly attempting to unbuckle the straps around his pants.

So FUCKING dumb. A shit? Really? he thought, visibly grimacing. It would have probably been less embarrassing to admit I was about to jack it to her calling me hers.

Hers...her good boy...good...I'm her good boy...hahaha...

What am I? A fucking dog?

...don't answer that.

Rushing into the break room, he considered the couch before catching sight of the bathroom. With a flick of one wrist as his other hand pulled his cock from his underwear and pants, Heisenberg slammed open the bathroom door.

He managed to slide his pants down his legs as he sat on the toilet and closed the door with the weakest of hand movements.

Finally free from judgment, Heisenberg hissed as he fumbled his glasses to the nearby counter and took himself into his hand.

"Good boy...her good boy...fuck...fuck yeah I am, baby..."

A groan and a grunt fell from his lips as he jerked his hand along his shaft.

All too often this act had been nothing but release from tension. An exploration so technical and so tedious as to be boring. But now with Lucky at his side and in his bed - however platonically she slept there - the images that plagued him seemed vibrantly real and tempting in their joyful teasing.

Imaginings - hopes and dreams and fantasies - that he could only cling onto in the moment.

The desk.

He would take her right on that same desk she was taking notes on.

"Oh, Karl," she would say, despite not knowing his first name. "Gonna be my good boy?"

"Yes," he said aloud, eyes closing and mind prickling with sights of her and waves of pleasure.

Lucky would be splayed on his desk - lying on her back and presenting herself to him as if she were a meal to be consumed instead of a darling treasure to worship.

"That's good...only good boys are allowed to fuck me. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes...yes...god fucking damnit. YES." Huffing and hating the tremble in his thighs, Heisenberg bucked into his hand. "Yes...only me...wanna be your good boy. I'll be so good for you. Only you, Mein Schatz..."

A dirty laugh from her lips. The Lucky of his dreams becoming more and more defined as she palmed one breast and teased her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

"Mmm...know what you're saying you know...my treasure...that's so cute...been feeling the same way about you lately...thinking of you...dreaming of you...my good boy want to tell me what else he's been feeling? Mmn? Big boy wanna tell me before you put your cock inside of me?"

Lips loose along with his pleasure, Heisenberg found he could not build his voice to say the words aloud.

So he mouthed them instead. Mouthed them and stuttered in his quest for pleasure as his hand curled about his shaft at the "lah" tipping silently from his tongue.

"Oh, darling..." A smile. She'd smile. Genuine and sweet and sincere and all for him. "I love you too, Karl."

"Mmnnn....ah...fu-UCK!" With a panicked inhale, Heisenberg quickly pinched the head of his cock to prevent his end from coming too soon. "No, no, no...not yet...not yet...please..."

Though the pleasure was unlike anything he had previously experienced and his calves clenched in protest of a release delayed, his oncoming orgasm stalled and began to fade.

"Such a good boy," said Lucky, eyeing him in his fantasy like she would look at a drink of water on a hot day. "That's right. You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?"

A nod of his head.

"Good, good boy. My good boy. Good Karl. Come on...think it's time you got your treat...here...I'll help you..."

With her fingers moving to fully expose the inside of that wet and preciously pink pussy of hers, Lucky looked up at him with a lidded look.

Heisenberg had no experience with another person when it came to handling his physical pleasure. Hell, with any pleasure or positive feeling at all. Except maybe the triumph of victory over others, he had never had the chance to experience happiness - true happiness and trust and faith in another soul.

Until her.

And for her...for her he would indulge and give himself freely...if only locked away inside of his mind.

Inexperience taking a back seat to passion, he pictured himself guiding his cock into her waiting and welcoming body. Maybe he would steady himself with a hand on her hip or simply with a heated stare into her eyes.

He all but strangled his cock to try to mimic a feeling he had never known and had never thought to miss before her.

"Uh-huh," whined Lucky in his dreams. "Oh...you're so big...fill me up just right. So fucking thick..."

"Hah...ah...your good boy big enough for you?"

"Yes...oh yes...yes...so big...such a perfect dick...please...please Karl...Heis...please, baby, please...Heis?"

When he began to rut into his own hand with a purpose, he felt flames like that of standing directly beside the blaring crucible dancing across his cheeks. Though some of his daydream seemed vague and hard to read, he had enough to know that he could not delay the inevitable for much longer. Lucky - the real and actual Lucky - was still waiting for him back in the office. Waiting and none the wiser to his desperate need for her affection. It sickened him - the want for anything and everything to do with her.

Sickened him...and sent electric shocks of white pleasure down his spine.

"So fucking perfect...you're so fucking perfect for me, Lucky...oh..."

"Heis..."

"Huh...ah...already so close...so damn worked up...can't stand it...can't stand you looking like that..."

"Like what?"

Heaving and heatedly squirming where he sat, Heisenberg noticed for the first time that one of his boots jutted up and down on the floor beneath him. As if his entire body refused to be still.

"Most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen," he bit out. "Please...please, Luck...I know it's soon...but please..."

A tilted head and a gentle grin. A pointer finger that danced around her clit and drew his eyes away only long enough for her to breathe out shallow and short. His eyes snapped back to hers immediately.

"Please what?"

"Please let me come...let me come inside you...wanna...wanna take you...claim you...don't want you with anyone else ever again."

Glinting eyes and lush eyelashes.

"You're gonna be all that to me, Heis? Well...in that case..."

Her lips finding his own. His very first kiss - albeit imaginary. Her lips soft but without taste. His own lips puckering even as they trembled from the need for more.

"In that case," she continued, taunting him in his ear. "Come, Heis. Be a good boy and come for me."

Hindsight would have him chastising himself for not thinking to grab some tissue. In the moment, however, he was too busy panting and watching his cum dot the floor in thick strips. Heisenberg growled...tried to hold on to the image of her with one eye still closed.

Reality settled in on him. Settled in even as his stomach quivered underneath his shirt and his orgasm began to relax into his bones. It was pleasant and his every nerve seemed to stand on edge. Tingles of pleasure radiated from his chest to his feet flat against the floor. Gulping in air, he knew he had never come so hard before in his life. It was good...great even.

But it was not her. It was not enough.

Clean up was a quick and tedious affair. Lucky could not know what he had done in her quarters. The tissues he found too late to wipe his seed from the floor were tossed and flushed away. He checked the room once and then again once his shades were back on his face.

Finishing the belt at the top of his pants, he cleared his throat before exiting.

The television in the break room still hummed though it sat completely dead in the meager light from the ceiling.

Shit...glad she wasn't in here. Never had anyone here to care about when I got down to business...no telling what my powers do with electronics...

The schematic. He had to find that damn schematic.

Trying to level his breathing as he stalked the hallway, Heisenberg considered the day before him. Lucky had not wished to attend a revitalization attempt with him yet. While he didn't intend to push her into seeing something that might scar her again, it might be worthwhile to have her eyes in the room at some point. She hadn't complained about the notes yet. Maybe he should offer? Make it sound like a small deal and let her in when it was near completion? Give her a taste before exposing her to more?

Fucking stupid...it's all so fucking stupid...what happened to me? If she were any assistant, I would just drag her ass there and have her record the whole thing. Fuck me with all this concerned shit.

But she's not just any assistant...

Entering the office, he stilled at the doorway when he saw Lucky facing him from her chair.

"Uh...hey," he said, licking his lips. "Sorry about that. Took...ah...let's just forget it."

"Actually," she began. "I need to be honest with you. Because of what happened before..."

Eyebrows shooting up, he stood in silence before she continued.

"Um...so...I was sitting here...sitting here and trying to rub my neck or whatever..."

"Yes?"

"Well...the radio came on and it freaked me out a little bit..." She paused, her fidgety look dropping to the floor. "But...the more I listened...the more I...recognized your voice."

"My...my voice?"

"Yes."

Heisenberg could not move. He shouldn't be looking at her, but he was afraid if he blinked that the tension would break and she would begin laughing or cursing or, worst of all, apologizing.

"Umm...it...I heard you. And I guess you were...I guess it was real time." A tent of her fingers and a swallow in her throat. "I heard your comment and responded and...I think...I think you could hear me too. Possibly? You seemed to...seemed to be replying to what I said directly."

Shame. Shame for a million years fell on his shoulders that had felt so light before.

"Where?" he managed to say. "Where did you come in? What comment did you respond to?"

How she looked at him, he had no idea. She was far braver than he could ever be. Heisenberg planned to face down Miranda without a single hesitation one day on that glorious battlefield where his freedom could be won.

But now? Faced with Lucky standing and walking toward him with the full weight of her eyes upon him?

He looked away.

"You said...you asked me if my good boy was big enough for me."

The purr in her voice. The sound of her steps growing closer. The burn in his throat.

"After that," she said. "I called your name...I...responded to you and you to me."

"That didn't...I..." He shook his head. "I...umm..."

"Can I hold your hand?"

Head shooting up, Heisenberg caught her heated look. The same heated look she had worn in his dreams.

He nodded. Nodded even though he barely registered it until she took his hand and steps to press herself flush against him.

When she spoke, it was hushed and low.

For him and him only.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom...freshen up. Since we know you can communicate from the radio to the television...I want you to tell me when it's okay to come back here. I'm giving you two options."

Heisenberg hung on her every word and looked at her as if she controlled his every movement.

"The first...you can leave. Can give me enough time to go there...find what you were looking for...then tell me you're off to do whatever. I won't mention this again. We won't mention it."

Silence fell between the two of you. A crackle of the radio to the side of the room.

"And the other option?" he asked, voice nearly breaking.

A shy look. A happy tilt of her lips.

"The other option...you can rest for a bit before I come back here and make whatever fantasy you were having come true."

A mouth drier than dry left his tongue feeling too large. Too large and too needed to swipe across his lips.

"You don't have to answer now-"

"The second one," he said. "Second one. Want that one. Screw the first one."

A bright and happy smile. A smile that crinkled the tail of her eyes and lit up her face.

She was beaming at him. Squeezing his hand before parting from him.

Not for long...not for damn long if he could help it.

"You give me the word then, good boy," she teased, walking out of the room.

Legs nearly buckling and sending him to the ground, Heisenberg took uneasy steps to his office chair before throwing himself on it. His entire body buzzed, though it seemed far less like electricity and far more like promise and hope. Not love on her end...not yet. But a maybe. Potential.

More.

Grinning stupidly and looking at the desk, he made quick work of clearing the area for the fun he planned on having from his daydream to come true.

As soon as he picked up the recorder Lucky used to transcribe his notes, Heisenberg saw it.

That damned schematic.

His last visit to this same room. A note on said schematic stating "DON'T FORGET" in large words. A note he carelessly put there before guiding Lucky to sit down to look at her transcriptions and laugh with her over the sixth stable boy in one week to die of drunken stupidity.

Quietly and contentedly, he opened the desk drawer to stuff the schematic inside.

"Mmn...don't think I'll need you for a while yet actually..." Eyeing the radio on the wall, Heisenberg tossed his glasses to the table and tried to slick and perfect the wiry hair about his head. "Oh, Lucky, honey...room is ready whenever you are...and so is your good boy."

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #heavy metal lover #divergence #good boy #asks #the alcina bit is carried over to hml #i can see her doing cute salon days with the kids #heisenberg complains about it now #but then?#highlight of his little emo life #smut

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tinkerbellwoo · 4 years ago

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A Man In Uniform - C. San

Synopsis - San’s first day on the job as a police officer takes an erotic turn when you notice how hot he looks in his uniform.

Genre - Smutty smut

AU - Non Idol, established relationship

Pairing - Police Officer!San x Female!Reader

Warnings - Bad language, pet names, use of handcuffs, spanking, squirting, cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap ur sausage), Dom!San, oral (F receiving), role play, dirty talk, fingering, ‘Sir’ used multiple times, slight overstimulation, nipping?, idk bruh it’s hella dirty you get it LMAO

Word Count - 1,300+

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San has trained for years to become a police officer, it was his dream since he was a little boy and he’s finally got his own uniform. Today is his first day on the job as an officer at your local police station and you’ve never felt so proud.

You’ve been receiving text updates from him all day:

“Babe! I just made my first arrest! Are you proud of me? :D”

“I just used the lights and the siren for the first time. I feel so badass~”

“There’s so many buttons in this car...”

As cute as he’s being, one thing remains on your mind, the selfie San sent you earlier in the day of him in his police uniform. You never thought seeing your boyfriend in a uniform would turn you on so much, your thighs squeezed together as soon as you opened the photo, a surge of arousal being pumped through your veins by your pounding heart.

He’s been boasting about all of his gear on his belt but one particular piece of equipment stuck out the most to you, his handcuffs. The thought of him snapping his cuffs onto your wrists and holding them behind your back as he fucks you is only one of the many fantasies you've had so far today.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your trance.

“On my way home, Bun. The Chief let me off early today, see you soon! <3″

You run to your shared bedroom and freshen yourself up a little, changing into San’s favourite lingerie set of yours as well as a satin robe, tied but still loose enough to expose your cleavage perfectly, with a fraction of your lace push-up bra peeking out of the fabric.

Minutes later, San enters the house. “Sweetie, I’m home-” He yells before pausing at the sight in front of him. You walk towards him and a seductive aura fills the air around you both. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this a wonderful surprise” San smirks as he reaches for your waist. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you lean up to kiss him.

“You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you today” You whisper against his lips, causing you both to smile into another kiss. “Oh yeah?” He questions, eager to hear more from you. “Mhm, you look so sexy in your uniform” You reply, placing a couple of kisses along his jaw before nipping lightly at his earlobe.

San hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall where he devours your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands fly to his hair as you feel him grind his stiffening length against your clothed core. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away slightly. “Can you surprise me like this every time I come home from work?” He asks in his deep voice.

You giggle and tug his tie to pull him back against your lips. Without breaking the kiss, San walks you both to the bedroom where stands you at the end of the bed, he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop” You blurt out, causing your boyfriend to halt his actions, chest exposed and slight confusion on his face. “Leave it on, I like a man in uniform” You smirk, causing the young man to scoff before he caresses your chin and places a quick kiss onto your lips.

“You wanna play? Let’s play, Princess” He whispers lowly against your lips, untying the ribbon to your robe and letting it fall to the floor before you kick it aside. “Turn around” He orders, you obey. “Hands behind your back” He orders once again with a stern voice. You feel a rush of adrenaline consume you as the cold metal of his cuffs snap over each of your wrists

“Have I been naughty, officer?” You tease, peering over your shoulder to be met with the devilish stare of your boyfriend. “Absolutely, you ready for your punishment?” San plays along with your little game “Yes, sir.” You smile innocently as you bat your eyelashes at him with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Suddenly you're being bent over the bed, followed by a harsh spank you your ass. You yelp in pleasure at the burn lingering on your skin.

“You’re such a dirty girl” San teases from behind you, adding another spank to your ass before rubbing the skin to soothe the pain. He wastes no time in getting on his knees and tugging down your panties, dragging his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick on his digits, admiring how wet you are for him. “So wet for me”.

Before you can respond, he buries himself face-deep in your cunt, lapping up your juices and sucking on your clit. San slides two fingers into your dripping hole, pumping them at a steady pace as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. You release a pornographic moan at his actions, you’ve been so eager for his touch all day. “Fuck baby, you're sucking me in” He states.

He adds a third finger, lifting one of your legs onto the bed to grant his mouth better access to your clit. Flicking his tongue against your bud as he fucks his fingers into your hole is all it takes to bring you to your first orgasm, however, you’re not given much time before San's belt hits the floor and his now rock-solid cock is hanging out of his pants as he pumps it a couple of times.

Pulling your leg back down from the bed, your boyfriend grabs your hips and drags his cock through your folds before thrusting into you from behind. A combination of a gasp and a moan leaves your lips as he picks up a steady pace. You look like a hot mess, your cheek pressed against the sheets, drool spilling from your lips, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, but this is how San loves to see you.

“S-Sannie” You moan. That earns you another spank to your ass. “Wrong name, Darling” He boasts as he leans over your weak figure. “S-sir” You yelp. The title brings San to a harsher pace, your legs begin to grow weak as you feel your another orgasm approaching. “Fuck- I think I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” You beg pathetically with a shaky voice caused by the violent thrusts generated behind you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough? Hmm?” He questions, still sucked into his role and loving every second of it. “Yes Sir! Please!” You whine. San grabs the cuffs with one hand, tugging at them slightly to support his pace as he quickens even more, snapping his hips into yours at a relentless pace as his other hand finds your clit and begins to rub circles.

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my cock” He orders and all you can do is whimper as your orgasm finally rushes through you, more intensely than ever before, so intense, you squirt all over San’s lower half. “Fuck! I didn't know you could do that!” He says, shocked.

His thrusts grow sloppy as you’re pushed into overstimulation. “On your knees” He demands, desperately. Obeying his order, you face him on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out as he pumps his cock rapidly. Your juices glisten against his skin and coat his uniform.

Reaching his climax, San releases his load onto your tongue, spurts of his hot cum cover your chin and chest as he groans in pleasure at the sight. Swallowing what's in your mouth, you lick the remaining liquid from your chin and your lips, pushing some into your mouth with your fingers.

“Shit, Baby. Why didn't I get this job sooner?” He jokes, causing breathless laughter to fill the room as he helps you up from the floor before releasing you from the cuffs.

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A/N - SHEESH- So ya’ll saw that pic that San uploaded... with the uniform... yeah. Now we’re here. ANYWAYS, This is literally such dirty filth but I love it, I didn't know I needed San in a Police uniform until baby came thru with it oof. Thanks for reading 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @jonghoisababie @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires

#I’m going to the fiery pits of hell for this one #ya’ll coming?#kpop #ateez #Choi san #san #Ateez san #san smut #Ateez smut #kpop smut #san imagine #san au #kpop imagine #Ateez imagine #Ateez au #police officer san #san uniform

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satendou · 4 years ago

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⟼ say it again

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⇢ pairing: akaashi/reader/bokuto

⇢ au: college!au, poly!au

⇢ summary: the apartment was not empty

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: smut, established boaka, male penetration, embarrassing encounter, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, mild degradation

⇢ word count: 3.9k

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⇢ a/n: i usually hate the trope i wrote in here but something about this just spoke to me. i hope it doesn’t cause too much secondhand embarrassment for anyone lmao.

The walk from the train to your apartment was long, and it was only made longer by the exhaustion that sat deep in your bones. Class was a pain, projects were a pain, studying was a pain, just-- everything was a pain. Right now, there was nothing you wanted more than to get home and veg out on the couch.

And forget your homework.

Your keys jangled in your shaky hands on the way up the stairs. It felt like the closer you got to the door the more you slowed down, walking at a snail’s pace until the door was suddenly right in front of your face. You blinked. Huh.

“I’m home,” you called, dropping your bag by the door so you could take off your shoes.

Expecting to be met with the warm aroma of whatever Akaashi had cooked for dinner, you were instead met with empty takeout boxes on the coffee table, which was itself askew, the side table knocked away from the arm of the couch while the an episode of The Handmaid’s Tale played quietly on the TV. There was no response to your greeting, and the lights in the kitchen were off.

Concern flooded through your body at the state of the living room, and you froze, wondering if you should call out again or call them on their phones or--

A call of your name rang throughout the tiny apartment from the direction of the bedroom, high pitched and so unlike the way Akaashi usually sounded that you beelined without thinking towards the bedroom. An adrenaline fueled buzzing filled your ears, and number of horrible images flashing at light speed through your brain of Akaashi injured, bleeding out on the floor or being held hostage by a home invader.

You were turning the handle to his shared bedroom with Bokuto before you even realized you were standing in front of their door. The adrenaline blocked you from processing what you were seeing for a moment before overwhelming, abject horror flooded your system.

“I am so sorry,” you said, stumbling backwards while covering your eyes with your hand. In the brief moment after you actually recognized what you were seeing, you realized Akaashi was not hurt. In fact, he was probably the furthest thing from being hurt you could imagine, and it was definitely something you weren’t supposed to see.

Bokuto was buried deep inside Akaashi, who had the sheets in a white-knuckle fist, his gorgeous face twisted in pleasure as he moaned out-- something. If you had to guess, it sounded like a very slurred version of your name.

Reaching blindly for the door handle, you started to back out of the room, hand still over your eyes and cheeks so hot you were surprised you weren’t melting into a puddle. “I um-- I’ll just, you know-- uh, shit--”

There was no way to deny that you were suddenly and ridiculously aroused. The face that he was making was so unbelievably fucked out, but it wasn’t really your fault, was it? He had called your name.

Uh, wait.

He had called your name. Your name. Now that you thought about it-- as clearly as you could with the raging embarrassment clouding most of your thought processes-- the way he had sounded was high pitched and whiny, almost as though he was begging.

But why would he have done that? Maybe a panicked reaction to realizing you were home? Yeah, that was probably it.

“Where you goin’, princess?”

You froze on the spot, your already overworked heart thumping it’s way up into your throat as Bokuto spoke. He sounded like Akaashi had looked, but still held a commanding tone that made your already wet core throb, followed by shame as you realized these were your best friends and were in a committed relationship and that you should not be thinking about them like that.

On the other hand, he didn’t sound as pissed as he should have at you for barging in. In fact, he sounded almost amused. The bed creaked and Akaashi whimpered, just the slightest noise and you realized Bokuto was shifting around. Your ears were met with the wettest noise you’d ever heard and you were going to combust you just knew it.

“Keiji, you little slut, you just moaned her name while I was fucking you, didn’t you? Care to explain?” Bokuto snarled, and your knees buckled so that you had to lean against the door. Still refusing to look but unable to actually go anywhere now, you just listened to the sound of Bokuto fucking into Akaashi again, the room filling with the slick sounds. “We’re waiting.”

No, nonono, not we, you thought desperately, though the longer you stood there the more you wanted to peek. And you definitely wanted an answer to that question too.

Before he answered, he moaned again, a distressed, whiny noise and you cursed yourself as your pussy throbbed at the noise. This wasn’t fair, you decided. It had been ages since you’d gotten yourself laid and here they were, spread out like a sinful snack and you weren’t allowed to indulge. What kind of karma had you racked up?

“W-Want-- Want her too, Ko,” he rasped out, looking at you standing in the doorway. You were trembling like a leaf and poised to run, your hand covering your eyes but it was evident how flustered you were.

He almost, almost felt bad putting you in this situation, but it hadn’t been intentional. Inviting you to join them was something he and Bokuto had talked about before, but it never quite seemed like the right time. Even he didn’t know what possessed him to moan out your name, his best guess being he was just surprised to hear you come home and his mouth got ahead of his brain.

Which he felt was a justifiable reason given Bokuto’s thick cock splitting him open. His mouth tended to get ahead of him a lot when he couldn’t breathe around having his guts rearranged.

Wait, woah, wait, what? you wondered, sure you couldn’t have heard him right. Or perhaps he hadn’t meant it. He was surely just so blissed out that he didn’t know what he was saying.

“You heard him, princess. Wanna join in?”

Or not.

Unfortunately, you still hadn’t quite processed what was going on as your hand slid from your eyes, taking in the gorgeous sight that had made your brain fizzle out just minutes ago. Nothing had changed, except now you felt a little less embarrassed and a little more confused at the whole situation.

“You want-- wha-- uh?” you stuttered, still trying to figure out what in the world your life had become. The reasoning behind it became less important the longer you held Akaashi’s begging, teary-eyed gaze, hands still clenched in the sheets.

You were startled when Bokuto yanked Akaashi up to his knees, still thrusting into him and making his cock bounce against his stomach. Unconsciously you wetted your lips, watching strings of cum drool from the tip and drip down his shaft.

“You can say no, but it would be so cruel to leave him hanging, princess, wouldn’t it? Are you gonna be mean to him, babydoll? Or you gonna let him bury his throbbing cock in that tight pussy while I fuck him?” Bokuto asked, staring at you through narrowed eyes. The filth he was spewing and the dominating look on his face was so unlike anything you had ever heard or seen come from the sweet man and you almost absently shook your head no. “Good girl, now get those clothes off and get over here. I bet you’re soaked.”

You had no doubt that you weren’t graceful as you ripped your clothes off, leaving them trailing behind you as you made your way to the bed. Both men watched you, one glassy eyed and unfocused and the other sharp and dominant, making you shiver.

“On your back, just like that,” Bokuto said as you crawled onto the bed and positioned yourself as he commanded. “Now I need you to put your fingers in that pretty pussy and make sure you’re ready to take him. Gotta make sure we don’t hurt you, babydoll.”

Oh, you were definitely going to hell.

You let your fingers trail slowly down your chest and stomach, pausing briefly to cup and squeeze your breasts, tweaking the hard nipples and eliciting a gasp for yourself. Your eyes were locked on Bokuto and Akaashi, watching for their reactions and you didn’t go unrewarded as they licked their lips, Bokuto’s fingers mimicking your movements against Akaashi, who was trembling in his arms. You could still see the steady roll of Bokuto’s hips, too slow to be called a thrust but the look in Akaashi’s eyes said that it was doing everything he needed right then.

When your fingers finally reached your aching pussy, you gasped, swirling your finger over your clit before dipping down to your clenching hole. You were already so wet and needy that one finger didn’t do anything for you and it was joined by a second in an instant, curling them to find that place that made pleasure flush through you.

Bokuto groaned low in his throat at the sight of you fingering yourself, slender fingers plunging in and out of your wet cunt as you gasped and moaned. Fuck, how had they not thought to do this before? You were gorgeous, practically begging them to fuck you right now and he could feel Akaashi squirming against his chest, starting to roll his hips back for more friction. However, when your hips jerked up and you moaned was when Bokuto’s control snapped.

“Enough,” he said, and you instantly stopped what you were doing. It wasn’t something you thought about; his tone was just one of such domination that disobeying him wasn’t an option. And besides, you wanted a lot more than just your fingers inside you.

Bokuto dropped Akaashi over you gently, careful to make sure his arms would hold him up before letting him go. Akaashi buckled onto his elbows, putting his face directly over yours and in the trading of breaths between you, something changed. You could see it spread across his face, wanton lust mixed with a clearly defined adoration, and his eyes dipped to your lips for a second, a question lingering in them. There was no more hesitation as you guided him into your first kiss, fingers weaved into his hair.

His plump lips were soft, taste a sweet mix of chamomile tea and honey as his tongue lapped against yours, swallowing small whimpers as he slid inside your tight pussy for the first time. The stretch was eased by your dripping arousal mixed with his cum, and he throbbed as he seated himself inside you to the hilt.

“God, fuck, you feel so good, I can’t-- can’t think,” he whispered, rolling his hips as far as he could manage with Bokuto blocking his way. He had imagined what you might feel like more than once, but it was nothing compared to the real thing- your hot cunt clung to him with every short thrust like it refused to let him go. A short moan was forced out of him when Bokuto thrust, forcing his cock into him and Akaashi’s into you, slamming his hips into yours.

“Shit, fuck,” you cried, legs coming up to lock around Bokuto’s thighs. It was all you could do, besides tighten your fingers in Akaashi’s hair. “Kei, Keiji.”

His head fell into your neck, lightheaded as Bokuto pounded away at his ass and as you swallowed his cock. The pleasure was so unbelievable that he couldn’t think straight. The sound of your hoarse voice calling his name made his cock throb again, mixing with the sounds of Bokuto’s thrusting and narrowing his focus to just you two. It was his wildest dream, one he never thought would come true but as you clawed at his back, hips rising off the mattress to meet his uncontrolled thrusts, he knew things wouldn’t ever be the same.

Your head was spinning as you locked gazes with Bokuto over Akaashi’s shoulder. He looked so damn proud of himself as he pounded into Akaashi, and gave you a smirk when he caught you looking.

“You feel good, pretty girl? The look on your face is so gorgeous, his cock must feel so good. Why don’t you tell him?” Bokuto teased, winding his fingers in his lover’s hair and pulling his head up so you were looking at each other.

Akaashi was an absolute mess as he looked down at you, tears paving a way through the sweat down his cheeks, pretty swollen lips parted to let the whimpers Bokuto was fucking out of him escape. He licked them as you stared and you clenched around him only to watch his eyes roll and feel his hips jerk down into you, making you gasp.

“Fuck, Kei, you’re so big, fucking me so good, I can’t think straight,” you praised, curving your back as his cock slammed into you again. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Ko. Need to feel him come inside me, need to come on his cock.”

Bokuto chuckled upon hearing that and let go of Akaashi’s hair. He slumped back down, his sweat slicked forehead coming to rest against yours. Long, slender fingers interlaced with yours, pinning them above your head as he wrestled the slightest bit of control from Bokuto, slamming his hips into yours and back into Bokuto’s when he pulled out. His breath fanned across your lips, eyes rolling as he whispered praises to you.

“You take my cock so well, pretty girl. So tight and wet, you wanted this, didn’t you? Been thinking about this for ages, fucking this pretty pussy,” he said, eyes falling shut. His fingers tightened around yours as Bokuto’s cock struck his prostate at the same time you squeezed down on him and his rhythm stuttered. “I’m g-gonna-- cum.”

That seemed to trigger something in Bokuto, who ramped up his thrusts until he was slamming Akaashi into you, your bodies molded together and loud cries overpowering the sloppy sounds of your fucking.

“God,” he snarled out, muscles flexing, his hands squeezing Akaashi’s hips tight enough to leave imprints. “You two are such hungry little cocksluts, huh? Look at you, begging me to let you come around our cocks. I can’t believe how easy the two of you are. Well then, come, and I wanna hear you scream.”

His words spun your head as much as the brutal pace. It was all Akaashi could do to pull back out of you, as much to meet Bokuto’s questing cock as it was to fuck you, mindless now as his brain blanked.

He could feel you spasm around him, hips jerking up against him and crying out his name, surely loud enough to piss the neighbors off but he didn’t care as he buried himself so deep inside of you that you shuddered and came at the same time, his screams mixing with yours.

Neither of you were sure what you were saying, only aware that Bokuto had choked out a moan and was curled overtop of Akaashi as he came as well, hands planted on either side of your head and hips rolling to force every ounce of pleasure and cum he could from all three of you. He remained that way for several moments after, arms shaking with the effort to hold himself up until he eased out of Akaashi, who still had a death grip on your hands. The bed shook as he fell to the side of the two of you, slinging an arm over his eyes as he panted.

Even with him gone, Akaashi still didn’t move, face buried now in the crook of your neck and his soft breaths in your ear. Now that the high had passed, everything seemed a lot more clear and just as confusing as it was when you first walked into the house.

He could feel you tense up beneath him, but you squeezed his hands in return when he tightened his, and that reassured him that you weren’t angry, at least. He rolled over away from Bokuto, situating you between them because the talk was absolutely not going to wait.

“First, I am so sorry, _____. That was not intentional in any way,” he said after a deep breath and a moment’s hesitation, taking in your reaction to his words. Your eyes spoke volumes about your confusion, tear streaks lingering on your cheeks from your mindblowing orgasm and he hesitantly reached out to wipe at them. He was pleased when you didn’t pull away, only continuing to look at him with confusion and a new hint of worry.

It was understandable. New lines had to be drawn in your relationship now and not talking about it beforehand made it worse. While Akaashi didn’t find it to be the worst way to express how he felt, he had to admit it made things awkward, especially because of his ah, less than stellar introduction to it.

The mattress shifted as Bokuto rolled over and you slid closer into him, flinching when his fingers ghosted over your ticklish stomach and then giggling.

“Aw, pretty girl is ticklish, huh?” he asked and did it again, letting them skitter across your abdomen with abandon and Akaashi was suddenly grateful all over again for Bokuto’s innate ability to break tension. “You know, you sound real good screaming our names. I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

And it was gone.

Akaashi sighed, but your laughter didn’t subside. “What does this mean, guys? I know we’re close and all but this is...well it’s definitely weird. I didn’t know you felt that way. About me, I mean. Was it true?”

Both men propped up on their elbows to lean over you, one soft blue pair of eyes and one amused yellow pair staring down at you with such unadulterated love and adoration that you had your answer before they spoke. It wasn’t exactly a surprise, you knew in your heart that they would never, ever say things like that just to manipulate you, even in the heat of the moment. But you were still relieved nonetheless. Your relationship would never go back to how it was before, but this way you could build something new from it, right?

“How would you feel about...about us?” Akaashi asked gently, taking your hand in his. Even after quitting volleyball, his hands retained the rough calluses built up over many years of playing, same as Bokuto’s, who took your other hand. “I know we kind of did this out of order.”

You laughed at that. “Yeah, a little. Truth be told, I’ve never really considered it. I mean, it isn’t like I haven’t thought about it but…”

“But…?” Bokuto prompted, drawing it out in a sing-song voice. He didn’t seem too concerned by your confusion, which was normal for him. He just wanted your answer, you were sure, and didn’t care how you got there.

But what would it mean for the two of them? They both seemed okay with it. More than okay with it, obviously, but what if you agreed and it somehow ruined their relationship? Just hopping in seemed risky, and you would forever hate yourself if you came between them. On the other hand, what would be the difference between your friendship and an actual relationship?

Sex, for one thing, you thought, and then realized how stupid that sounded since you were already past that stage.

“You’re overthinking it,” Akaashi said, rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of your hand. It broke you from your thoughts and confusion, and when you looked over at him he was wearing an amused grin, eyes soft with knowing.

“Yeah, I’m just...I don’t wanna come between you two,” you said, squeezing his hand.

“Well, you kind of already are,” Bokuto said, gesturing at you with your linked hands and you kicked him gently in the shin. He faked a whine, hiding his head in your neck and you giggled at him.

You didn’t sound scared or like you were rejecting the idea, just concerned and it endeared him that you were worried about that rather than yourself.

And then he laughed at you.

“_____, you’ve been with us since highschool. If we’ve ever made you feel like a third wheel, I apologize, but you never have been. You’re ours, and we love you, as both friends and more,” he said, and leaned forward to hover over you, waiting. If you said no, he would understand and wouldn’t push the issue.

You had to let go of Bokuto’s hand to cup Akaashi’s cheek, gaining his attention. Fingers carded through your sweaty hair as he watched, awaiting your decision with more than a little impatience. Only Akaashi’s withering glance stilled his wiggling, but he wouldn’t be quelled for long.

“We can take it slow, right?” you asked, even as you guided Akaashi’s lips to yours, and he only nodded in response, far too preoccupied with tasting you to answer properly. It was a long minute before he finally pulled away to say something, but was interrupted by Bokuto’s whine.

“You’ve gotten to kiss her twice now, it’s my turn,” he huffed and guided you to look at him. For as exuberant as he sounded, he still waited for a moment before diving in, giving you time to reject him.

But you could never have done that to him when he was looking at you with such puppy eyes, a small, hopeful smile on his lips as he stared down at you.

“Alright, fine,” you said, trying your best to sound exasperated, but even to you it sounded needy and Akaashi’s chuckle told you he saw right through it.

“Hell yeah,” Bokuto said before slamming his lips to yours. His kiss was rough and sloppy compared to Akaashi’s slow and thoughtful one, and you found it to be as fun kissing him as it was doing anything else. His tongue in your mouth tasted as sweet as you expected, like an energy drink he’d probably power chugged an hour ago or something.

When he finally pulled away, you sat up, wincing at the feel of sweat and grime all over you. You had fully intended to shower and eat and veg in front of the TV for the night, and that was still the plan. Though you suspected, as Bokuto herded you into their bathroom with Akaashi following behind, that you weren’t going to come out of this endeavor unscathed.

You wondered if you would end up having to go to the hospital tonight and begged whatever deity had landed you in this situation to please, please let you have just one night to enjoy their company before it killed you during sex.

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flying-elliska · 4 years ago

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i didnt rly get time to tell you this after reading chapter 8 last week but ohmygod ellie. you manage to outdo yourself every fucking time im always so blown away by your talent

god i dont even think i can reread it because seeing love portrayed the way you just did makes me cry so bad lmao (the same way i cant reread lucas' pov from diamants with all the sacrifices he made for eli)

it's always so beautiful seeing them nourish each other's souls with the love and warmth they share, and how they treat each other's feelings so delicately (lucas still not admitting to eliott about how his taste buds absolutely dont agree with eliott's and instead seeking out cuisines that'll cater to eli's tastes 🥺 also you have the best date ideas ahhh your mind)

the poetry absolutely broke me tho i teared up so bad sksks youre sickeningly romantic and it hURTS 😭😭 that scene is def in my top 5 romance literatures fr

goddd i love how all versions of Elu in your fics have different love languages and their love is still idk insurmountable(?) like they'll gladly give up everything for each other and still have so much love to give (sorry im a mESS just thinking about it)

also that cliffhanger was so satisfying thank you so much for not letting us experience their heartbreak over separating im so so glad he had the epiphany of this possibility before it was too late ahhhh IM SO HAPPY THEYRE OKAY. yk me being me and generally expecting bad outcomes to get through life, I thought eliott would be snatched away and they'd lose a few years and be reunited later somehow but ofc the pain of loss cant be undone (cause when does life ever work in your favor lol) but im so fucking glad you didn't let that happen omg

sksjsj sorry for this rambling i just wanted you to know what an absolute blessing you are to everyone who gets to read your work (honestly i even recommended this to my friend and would gladly do so to anyone cause i feel bad for whoever hasn't gotten to experience your writing it really is an indulgence 😭 and how you manage to churn out such incredible work in just dAYS?!? is beyond me fr)

also i cant help but envy ppl who have you in their lives cause like omggg this lovely and brilliant person exists amongst you !!! no but rly, this isnt just about your ideas or eloquence, i really love your tumblr (and it feels like a glimpse into your personality) and how well-rounded it is in terms of politics, activism, aesthetic, humour, lol i could go on and on.

thank you so so much for all the efforts you put into your beautiful work and posting your chaps in time (i dont get how you could think we wouldn't follow this fic past winter cause it's literally impossible to abandon your fics in between)

i hope you're doing well and hope you always remember that you're very well-loved by all of us ❤️❤️❤️

🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ok im just gonna leave sksjd

what a sweet ask anon ^^ haha it also embarassed me a little, but in a good way ^^

the thing about the love languages is very true. i love that they’re so attentive to each other in canon, that being honest with each other is not always easy but even though they struggle, they keep trying to pay attention and to open up. I think this is so important because in romantic stories there is often the first rush of attraction, the crush, where you get an intuition of who this person is and why they would fit well with you, but if you never go beyond that, it feels like a very shallow story.

I love that with Elu there is this attraction at first sight that feels very romantic and ‘meant to be’ but the story doesn’t equate that with them immediately being completely easy or familiar with each other, they’re still strangers that have to get to know each other. and i think that love language develops at that moment, to bridge the gap between this butterflies-in-the-belly feeling of being irresistibly drawn to a stranger ; and falling in love with a person because you’re discovering who they really are - but it’s very scary, because you have to take the risk of being vulnerable and rejected and messing up. it’s like celine sciamma said, about lovers feeling like they’re inventing a new language every time. if there is not an element of that - something made of inner jokes, of unique little moments, of tentative attentions and attempts at connection, of doubt and taking risks, of learning something entirely new and specific, of making something new together - the romance generally bores me very deeply (i hate insta love for this reason, honestly.)

anyway, yes ^^ with knight AU I had thought about either making it like the movie where only Eliott goes back but like...it’s at the core of Lucas’ character that he goes after Eliott to a dark and scary place to let him know he’s not alone so that just needed to happen ^^

thank you for recommending my writing to your friend, that’s so sweet <3 haha and for your compliments, i think i’m absolutely delightful to be around at times but also frequently grumpy and cantankerous and a lil pretentious so you know ^^ it’s easy to present an idealized version of yourself on the internet. But! it’s still lovely to know that what you put out there vibes with another person so much, you know ?

anyway, big love to you, i hope you are having a lovely day and are doing ok ! <3

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artbyfuji · 5 years ago

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R,,,Reincarnation AU; Summer and Raven keep meeting each other (and falling in love ofc lmao) everytime. 🏃

I think my ass just wrote a whole fic up in here lol:

1341

You were the heir to the throne. I was assigned as your personal guard. You hated this life, your family formed you into the perfect being. The smartest. The wisest. The best fighter. But you hated it. They saw you as an object. Just like the subjects of their kingdom. They cared only for status, willing to sacrifice them all in a moments notice. You said I was the first person to view you as something more than a name. More than just the heir to the Rose Kingdom. One day in the royal library, you suggested it. “Let’s run away.” You showed me an old map of the castle, secret tunnels leading outside of the kingdom.

I was loyal to the kingdom that gave me a chance to be something. But my loyalty to them couldn’t compare to my loyalty to you. We ran away. Crept through the tunnels and fled as far as our legs would take us. We were free, just the two of us, and in that moment, we shared a kiss. It was just us for maybe a year, but forces beyond our control wanted to break us apart. Enemy kingdoms were on the hunt for us, if you were killed it would benefit them immensely. They found us in the cottage we built by the river, it was two assassins intent to slaughter us. We fought but you were always stronger than me, I never understood why they would make me your guard if you could so easily defend yourself. Perhaps it was so I could take the fall in your stead. Maybe that’s what your family viewed me as, not a person, just a shield.

I was over powered, laying by the river bed bleeding out, wouldn’t make it much farther. The assassin grinned as he scraped his blade along the ground. He charged to stab me, but instead of hitting me…. the blade pierced right through your abdomen. I never noticed that you killed the assassins partner, never noticed you jumping into his path. Until it was too late. He pulled the blade from you, and the sound you made hurt me more than these wounds ever could have. But with the last of your strength you killed him, sliced his throat while he was mid swing. You then limped over and laid down beside me. We stared up at the sky, stars were visible and the dusk began to slip away. The sound of the river flowing drowned out our weak breaths.

Your bloodied hand grabbed for mine squeezing it as tight you could manage. Then we turned to look at each other, your lone silver eye piercing me to my core. Your smile barely masked the pained emotions creeping under the surface. I wanted to be angry with you. for taking the blade for me. But some reason, I felt nothing…. I was just lost in your presence. You looked me in the eyes and said it “we’ll find each other again.” It was a statement like you were positive this wouldn’t be the end of our story. I smiled… because I believed you. We both looked at the sky again. Watched the stars shine in the dark blue night sky.

Until it was black that consumed us both.

1674

Seeing you again shocked me to my core. We lived in the same town, I worked as a carpenter with my brother. You were an apprentice to a tailor. You wandered into our shop in hopes of getting a stool repaired. We looked each other in the eyes and just knew… knew of our past lives, of our struggles. Of our promise. We were finally together again. “I didn’t want to lose you again,” I said as we held each other in a tight embrace. “I didn’t want to lose you again,” I said as our lips pressed together for the first time, under that oak tree outside of town. “I didn’t want lose you again,” I said as we laid in the same bed, clothes long abandoned on the floor. “I wouldn’t lose you again,” I said as knelt in front of you holding a ring up. You laughed, and confusion flooded my mind, until you knelt down and showed me the ring you were hiding….. it made our love grow that much more.

We were set to be wed. We decided on late spring, the ceremony would be held on that cliff side you loved so much. The way the sky looked at sunset was a true marvel, with brilliant hues of orange and purple that would dance across the sky. Was this the happiness we deserved in our past lives? I remember regretting asking myself that. Because two months before our wedding, I fell ill. double pneumonia, they said i should cherish the days I have left because it wouldn’t be many.

It was the eve of our would-be wedding when my body lost its battle. You sat beside the bed everyday soothing my pain. But this day was different, I could barely keep my eyes open, I knew the end was coming, and maybe you did too. Because you reached for my hand and squeezed it tight. You delicately brushed hair away from my eyes and through ragged breaths, I parted them as best I could. your lone silver eye piercing me to my core. It felt familiar. You smiled, leaned down and pressed a kiss against my forehead.

I spoke one final request. “Lay beside me.” I knew you wouldn’t deny it. You got up and walked around the bed, it dipped to my right. You lifted my head and placed it against your chest. Your shirt was soft against my sallow skin. You cradled my weak form. That’s when you whispered it. “We’ll find each other again.” I believed you. I closed my eyes and listened to your heartbeat.

Until i didn’t have the strength to even do that.

1856

Maybe the frustration of how unfairly my life played out in my last incarnation is what caused me to pick such a violent path in the new one. My brother and I were bandits. Robbing train cars and stage coaches to make a living in this cruel world. When we met again I never expected to be looking down the barrel of your gun. It seems you too chose a dangerous path in your new life. You were the leader of a group of train robbers Ivory Rose, and we both had the same idea of robbing a train delivering gold.

My brother and I joined your group. We took on whatever the world threw at us guns blazing. It was such a thrill, the rush of adrenaline as we dodged bullets together. I remember every close call we had, how the thrill of survival would sometimes turn to lust, how our bodies would meld together whenever we shared a bed in a heady mix of sweat and arousal. This life wasn’t going to end in a happily ever after. But we didn’t really care. We were just happy to find each other again.

Our dangerous life caught up to us. Wanted posters plastered in every town. wanted dead or alive. We stole from one too many of the wrong people and the Pinkertons we encountered chose “dead”. They trapped us in an abandoned lumber factory. They wouldn’t leave until they knew we were dead. You laughed as you reloaded your guns counted how many bullets you had left. I did the same, we both knew we wouldn’t make it far, but we weren’t ones to cower in fear. Everyone outside ceased fire for a moment, and if felt like the world ceased spinning for a moment, maybe giving us one last chance to say goodbye. We used that time to look each other in the eyes, your lone silver eye piercing my very core. We shared a kiss. Your lips burned like fire against mine. You said those words again. “We’ll find each other again.” I believed you. We ran out into gun fire. I can’t say I remember much after that.

But i’m sure you lasted just a bit longer than me.

1915

Our time together lasted long this time. It was the turn of the century when we met, we were just children, I was 5 you were 6. And we became close friends. “Inseparable,” as everyone in town liked to call it. I remember all the days we spent under that weeping willow just outside of town. Picking flowers, or blowing dandelions in the wind. Sometimes I wished for simple things. Money to buy a pastry from the bakery, or a pair of shoes I saw the shoemaker putting on display. But in my teenage years I almost always found myself asking the same question. “Please let her love me back.”

I sometimes wondered if you wished the same thing. A few years later, my wish came true and we chose to be more than friends. I was 20 and you were 21 when we shared a kiss. I would never forget how soft your lips felt against mine. But things were soon going to test our love.

In 1914 the great war began. In 1915 it was right outside our town.

Our love was strong even as air crafts flew over our town dropping bombs. Our love was strong even as we stood in the middle of destruction. Our love was so strong when enemy soldiers grabbed us and forced us to kneel down with other survivors. They shot down the line killing everyone until it was just the two of us left. It was so easy to see what we meant to each other so the leader of the group played a game. A fucking game. “Eenie” the barrel of his gun pointed to you. “Meenie” it pointed to me. “Miney” back to you. He stretched it on and on and ON until he said the final “moe” and the barrel landed on you.

I remember screaming. Remember him tell the other soldiers to hold me down. I was scared but you just smiled. You looked towards me and just smiled. Your lone silver eye piercing my very core. That gaze, that beautiful gaze, it always had a way of erasing my fears. That’s when you said it “we’ll find each other again.” I believed you. I had to believe you. I would always believe you.

You died first. And the last thing I remember was how wrong it felt.

1982

I was far older than you this time. The more decades that passed, the more convinced I was that I would never find you again. I sat in the gardens of the hospital, how curious it is knowing that you’ll die. They gave me three months to live. I craved your presence. What would you look like? Did you dying first in the last life break the chain? Would i never see you again? Would I be born again over and over cursed to never find you? Lost in my thoughts, a ball rolled towards me. Almost didn’t realize it at first but I could never forget that silver gaze. The child that came to retrieve the ball…. was you. Eight years old and just as sick as me. Was the universe laughing at us? Trying to finally separate us for good? For weeks we talked to each other. Right here in the gardens. You had the memories of past lives, but you were so young and you couldn’t understand what they meant. You called them “sad thoughts” memories of how you died in past lives would turn up in your dreams and it scared you. But you said once we met, they stopped. I enjoyed your company, but i hope you could forgive me for wondering what our time together would be like had we been the same age.

I remember always wondering how you died in our second lifetime. But maybe its better that I never asked.

One day you looked nervous. I asked what was wrong. You said you had a surgery in a few days, the doctors told you it would help your heart. I would grab your hand and squeeze, it was about the only thing I could manage to do for you in this lifetime. You looked up to me, your silver eyes pierced my very core, it was the first time I saw you without an eyepatch, there was such an innocence to them. I smiled and told you to everything would be okay…. and you believed me.

A few days later I asked some nurses about you, about the child in Room 207. The somber looks on their face told me everything I needed to know. You died first again.

And this time you never said that we’ll find each other again.

2004

I sit in these college classes everyday. Lessons these professors teach barely process in my mind. In my philosophy class I always look down at the woman with dark red hair tied in a half bun, her eye patch, her breathtaking silver gaze. We pass each other in the halls, on campus. Her dorm is right next to mine.

Sometime’s when I pull up on my motorcycle at my spot on the campus parking lot, she is there. Talking with a friend. Some guy with blond hair. The first time we met she admired the paint job on my bike. She attempted to introduce herself. “By the way my name is-”

“Summer.” I said. Was I smiling? I think so. But I remember concern clouding my mind when she looked confused.

“How’d you know? Have we met before?”

I remember you. I remember all your past lives. I remember that child with the ball. The woman knelt in front of the barrel of a gun. The train robber that took on gun fire. The tailor’s apprentice. The heir to the Rose Kingdom.

So why don’t you remember me?

#this really is a whole fic lol #rosebird #i dont like first person POV but thats the only way this was gonna work lol #au ideas #reincarnation au #i like it as you can tell #asks

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