#O H GODS ABOVE

[stormbreaker-290]

Get trapped bozo/aff/pos

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[lucyvaleheart]

Someone told me that you're a really good girl. Why don't you come curl up in my lap and get some pets about it?

OH MY GOD HI-

I... I. Um. I-i.... H-hello there- I, um- l-lap-?? I.. T-that, that, um-

.....H-how did you even-?!

.........p-pets. Are, um. A-are nice.... Um.... I... T-thank you, m-miss Eri-

[stormbreaker-290]

O H HOLY FUCKING SHIT--

Big bad wolf Mal with 'em chompers 🤭 /silly

how did you guess?

Anyways

Woof

@animatronic-assistant , you inspired this unintentionally so you get tagged

Also @stormbreaker-290 cuz I know you're into this kind of stuff <3

[ryiju-muunie]

ANON— Older doctor boyfriend fucking you in his office? Lowkey like Dr house all snarky?? Love your work btw!!

He was an older man. It should have been wrong.. well it was. But it should have felt wrong. God, you couldn’t help it. Your fingers trailed up your boyfriend’s face and brushed against his stubble. Any harder and you’d start to mould the doctor’s skin into a perfect shape.

You both were close. But close wasn’t close enough. Not with these clothes and other unnecessary things in the way. All of it.. it was too stifling.

Your boyfriend’s hands curved around your waist and slowly dipped into the waistband of your skirt. The black pencil skirt that had the older man’s eyes wander too low, then up to the slit in the back— all so he could see the curve of your thighs as you walked.

“This is,” the doctor exhaled, “completely unprofessional and inappropriate.”

“Since when did you care about that?” Your voice was soft and barely above a whisper as you let his hand fall to grab ahold of the doctor’s jaw, tilting his face down, “Since when did that matter?”

He stifled a small laugh, almost a choke, “You know me so well.”

And when your lips met it was feverish. It was the kind of kiss that took too long and didn’t break the tension. It made it worse, God, so much worse. Nothing satiated the burning in your gut, or the tight coil wrapping around your cunt. Nothing helped to stop it as you both kissed. Slow shallow pecks as hands grabbed and fondled against skin to bring your bodies closer.

You grabbed at the nape of your boyfriend’s neck, and he fondled with the hem of youd skirt, to push it up above your hips for better aim.

“Not here..” you whined, “I don’t want to.. get caught..” You tried to pull the skirt down, but you were already exposed. Hosiery and black lace panties that covered your pretty pussy. The doctor could practically smell it dripping with want.

“Oh,” he smiled pointedly, “Since when did that matter?” The older doctor pushed you against the desk and sank to his knees, “Keep watch on the door for me.”

“W-wait.. hold on—” You looked down in a panic, but your brain melted the moment hou felt that warm tongue on your aching clit. Slow circles of desire around your folds made you forget exactly what you were saying, or what you was even told.

“Stay still..” Your boyfriend hissed, hiking your left leg over his shoulder to get a better angle.

“O-Okay..” You swallowed and let a whimper escape your lips. Soft bouts of pleasure ran up your spine, causing your hand to sink into the doctor’s hair and tug it. You pressed your pussy against his face and exhaled when that perfect spot started getting abused. Maybe it was your boyfriend’s tongue, or his nose, or when he added a finger— God it was too much.

“H-hahh.. mm f-.. fuck.. h-ha.. hard.. harder..” You leaned forward and croaked, trying to keep your eyes on the door but it was so.. hard. It felt too good, too perfect, when he was tongue fucking you.

“Any harder and I’ll have you spread on my desk, love,” he mused, before diving back into your honeypot again.

Strawpage | Bluesky

I lowkey am obsessed with the house themed ask

[sinsofnivan]

Oh my gosh I love your works !! If you’re taking requests still could you pleaseeee give us some more Wesker!! Something possessive if you could! xx

haunted.

it's undeniable that a part of wesker is human. he cares. he yearns. he feels. above all else, he loves. he loves you—his precious darling—who he would do everything and anything for. who belongs to him as he belonged to you. everything he does, it's for you. after all, you're his to take care of, to protect, to keep, to watch.

there's an occasional intrusive thought that you'd leave, that someone could just take you away from him. it didn't bother him, at first. it shouldn't. but the thought—no, fear—worms its way into his head. haunts him awake. and it didn't help when you took a spontaneous trip home, meeting with your old friends.

love is selfish. wesker realizes that now. because he'll never share, never share you with anyone. but you wouldn't leave, right? you belonged to him. why would you leave him, when he was a god that knelt to you?

⟡

"a, albert—," you tugged on his hair, groaning as his monstrous tongue grazed that spongy bud in your cunt, nose grinding against your clit every so often. his built arms are wrapped around your body, keeping you still. it was hard to stay upright, not when this amount of pleasure coursed through you. it made your knees weak, made you whimper as he tongue-fucked your pussy.

his sunglasses are abandoned, recklessly tossed off somewhere, so wesker could see you clearly. his usual slit pupils are dilated—dilated with lust and love as he watches you crumble before him.

he could hardly feel the fatigue pooling in his knees—that wasn’t his concern now. you were. reminding you what he could give you & what you have was. spit’s dribbling down his chin messily, smearing alongside your inner thighs; you're his. nobody else could have you, could taste you.

his tongue kept grazing on that spongy spot in that pretty pussy—he didn't even need to try. wesker just knew your body more than you knew yours. "mm," he groaned, brushing his nose against your clit. you only grind against his face pathetically. fuck, you tasted and smelled so good. his cock's aching in his pants.

another brush of his wet, tendril-like muscle and you're coming undone; squealing as your juices begin to squirt on his face. wesker's brows furrow together, drinking all of it up. he can't help himself, stroking the bulge in his pants. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—he needs you, he needs you now. your knees buckle beneath you, but that's okay, wesker's strong enough to hold you up.

you could hear just how wet you are, even with your loud, echoing moans. wesker helps you ride your high, and fuck, your vision's blurring, and your irises are receding to the back of your sockets, grip tightening on his locks again.

it hurts how you tug on his hair, but wesker doesn't really care; tongue retracting as it slowly slid out from your aching cunt. "do you feel good, my love?" you can barely process his question amidst your pleasure-fuddled brain. this is how wesker wants you. docile 'n dependent on him.

"do you feel good, my love?"

he repeats so deceivingly sweet, rubbing circles on your sensitive clit. "h, haaah—y, yes," you finally answer, hips twitching as he slowly stroked your sensitive clit. "nobody else can give this to you." switching to his thumb, you squealed when he began to practically vigorously rub your puffy clit. "a, albert—!" "right?" "yes! yesyesyes! j, jus' stop r, rubbin' it, 'm sensiti—ooh—♡!?"

you squealed when wesker takes the sensitive nub in between his fingers, pinching so unkindly 'nd coaxing out more whimpers from you. "yes— yes, o, only you c, can—hnnnggh—can m, make me feel good!" "that's iiiiit, darling. let it aaaall out." his tongue's nicely lapping on your clit again, tryin' to milk out another orgasm from you.

"albert—albeeeert, fuck! fuckfuckfuck!" another suckle of his lips, and you're spraying him everywhere, again. wesker hates to waste a drop, but whatever. he'll drink all of you. you're trembling. spit beading from the edges of your lips. starting from your inner thighs, wesker starts to kiss his way up 'til his lips are on yours; a hand wrapped around your throat as he devoured your mouth.

only you could bring this out from wesker, give into the urges that he used to suppress; tongue possessively filling your mouth as it trails down to your throat. “mph—hnn!” you weakly wrapped your arms around him.

it’s instinct for wesker to hold your body, caressing your thighs ‘nd resting nicely on your ass—and it’s instinct for him to grope 'nd knead your curvaceous rear. when you part, there’s strings of spit clinging on both your lips.

"beg me to fuck you,"

"please,"

"ah-ah. i know y'can do better than that,"

"pl, please, albe—s, sir. fuck me. stretch my cunt out. i need your cock . . . "

you beg so so prettily, 'specially when your waterline's glistenin' with salty tears, 'specially when you're palming his bulge so desperately.

"y'wanna get fucked by me, pretty pup?"

"mhm! mhm. please, please, i need your cock. pleaseeeee,"

⟡

it’s sudden—you barely even remember—but you’re pinned beneath him, back pressed against the expensive leather of your couch, your legs nicely resting atop your boyfriend’s shoulders, and his cock buried deep in your creamy cunt.

with the prep he's given you, it was just so easy for him to fuck you, to pound you mercilessly again ‘n again ‘n again 'til your toes curled, balls always smacking against your ass everytime he's pelvis-to-pelvis with you. you always looked so delicious, being wrecked like this—mm, you sounded fucking delicious too.

“ahn—h, haaah, feels g, goooood!” you sobbed, leaving crimson crescents into his skin. “you’re mine,” wesker whispers in your ear, continuing to slam into you so inhumanely you can barely think, or breathe. not when your knees are pressed against your chest. "yours—'m yours!" all you could do was whimper, lay 'n take it while he used your leaking cunt. "gooood fucking girl," and oh, how you clenched around him with just his praise . . the pleasure was beyond addicting.

wesker knows you're meant for him. only for him.

because he loved breaking you, and in turn, you loved being broken by him. "you don't need anyone else, do you?" "no! no, a, albert! just yoooou . . ♡," the urge to just creampie you right there and then was high, but he needed you to see you undone, completely and utterly.

it's not surprising that wesker can still pick up his pace, roughly pounding you into the cushions. his cries mix with yours, his orgasm coming dangerously, dangerously quick. "you'll be mine forever," wesker watches your fucked out state, watches you mindlessly nod and agree. "f, fuh—f, forever, promiseeee—♡!" he grinned.

"yeah? you p, promise, baby?"

"uh-huuuuuh—♡!"

"you'll be marrying me. take my name—, oh, fuck."

each brutal thrust of his hips sent you closer n closer to your orgasm, and you squealed when the tip's nicely kissing that right spot. "right there? cumming, darling?" you barely respond, squealing as you squirt on his cock with your legs completely shaking as you cried out.

"'m cumming—oh my god, albert—fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck—!"

it's exactly what wesker needs to send him completely over the edge, to fill that womb with thick, fertile cum; he buries himself deep into you, nudging your cervix with the crown of his cock. wesker crashes his lips on yours, you whine when he began to fill your throat, too. he seems pleased when he feels you instinctively suckle on his tongue.

he's cumming absolutely lots, flooding your cunt 'til it leaked from you. it's okay, he'll finger it back in you later, like what good girls like you deserve. for now, he's busying himself with stuffing your throat full.

you're absolutely weak and breathless when he pulls his tongue away, licking your jaw and lapping up the sweat that glistened on your skin. "h, haah . . hnn . . " you pant, mind broken and spent. wesker, as gently and as carefully as he could, lowered your legs, letting it rest on his sides. you're both covered in sweat, and he interlaces his fingers with yours. his other hand caressed your face, a thumb rubbing your flushed cheek.

"next month. we'll have our own wedding, have our own house and island, be on our honeymoon . . "

"w, what?"

"you'll be mine forever. you're mrs. wesker now,"

you should protest—fight back, anything—but instead it only comes out as a broken whimper, especially when he starts to move his hips again.

though, some traitorous part of you doesn't even want to say no . .

end.

[v1x3n]

C H O K I N G

toji fushiguro x reader ⸝⸝ navigation kinktober masterlist

୨୧ synopsis : your boyfriend discovers that you maybe a little bit like choking, he has sooo much fun with it!!

୨୧ tags : smut - choking, asphyxiation kink ?, squirting, overstimulation mention, cumming inside, unprotected p in v.

Your boyfriend's large hands wander down your body as his thick cock twitches inside of you, “fuckkk” he groans, staring down at your weak body. “So good f’- hahh- me” tojis hips connect to yours, his cock reaching that gooey spot deep inside of you. 

“So fucking tight!” Your cunt pulses in response as your eyes wander up his large arm that was standing on the side of your head, head to the side, looking up at down at the veins that pop out, pussy growing heat at the sight of his large calloused hands gripping onto the bed sheets. Fingers squeezing after each thrust and grunt, “mmm!” you whine out as his cock pulls out and pushes deeper into you. Your repetitive sounds fill out the room as his length reaches back to your sweet g-spot, “don't s- stop!” 

“Won't baby” toji looks at your eyes only to see them glued on his hand, his eyebrows raise slightly then pull together as his thrusts into you again, pleasure clouding his mind. He clearly wasn't thinking when he wrapped his long fingers around your neck, applying a small bit of pressure, just to test the waters.

His red tip aligned with his throbbing cock squeezed so tightly by your weeping cunt, the hand placed on your throat made tingles run down your body. You could see your boyfriend smirk above you as you twist your head up, his hand tightening, “you like this shi’?” he grunts out, eyes squeezing closed for just a second, overwhelming senses as you tighten around his swollen dick.

As soon as he clenches, even just the slightest bit, pleasure overcomes you as you see a glowing white when a liquid spurts from your cunt, spraying his already wet cock. Toji lets out a guttural groan at the sight and his lips move to your forehead to give you a small kiss. It would be cute but seeing as you had just squirted on his dick it was the furthest from cute. “Oh god” you hear your boyfriend murmur which embarrasses you, you grip onto the sheets when his dick thrusts far into you, continuing after that messy orgasm. 

Little ah, hah, ah’s escape you as he thrusts harder into you, his mind only on you and the way your pussy throbs at the hand weakly placed on your throat. Your breathing soon choked out as his hand tightened, your twitching hole clenching at the impact of his strong hand, “fuck!” toji bites his lip, slight blood pouring out at the sharp teeth impaling his lip. 

His hips flutter as he slams into you twice, then four times before his cum spurts out into you, the sigh that spawns out of him is one of relief and pure joy, his fingers dig into your neck for a second as your whine out at the feeling of his hot sperm deep inside of you. “T-toji!” you mewl as his hips drag into yours, a wet slapping noise fills out the room.

Balls hitting off of your ass as he drags his length in and out of you rapidly. His grip fastening on your throat at the same time as he thrusts makes your eyes fall to the back of your head, moans fall from your lips over and over again. Repetitive wet sounds that are music to tojis ears.

His hips grind into yours, a need to make you cum all over his thick dick, he makes you whine when his hand grips tightly around your throat. 

Breath stutters when his fat tip bounces off of your cervix, your eyes squeezing together so tightly, you felt like you would explode. His free hand clenching beside your head, Your insanely smaller hands move from the bedsheets to wrapping around his shoulders so you're able to dig your nails inside of his skin. “To-” you gasp, “”f-fuck!” groaning whilst his hand clamps strongly onto your sensitive skin.

Your breath gets cut short when the rough callouses against your skin squeeze roughly, tojis eyes roll back as his hips connect with yours, a thumping sensation could be felt deep inside of you as you feel his cock twitch deep inside of you, “baby- fuckk! Im- so so close” he groans, dragging his cock in and out of you, your cunt tightening around him due to the choking finally sent him over the edge.

The sounds of pleasure that fill out the room when his hips stutter, his voice low and gravelly, bringing his mouth to your ear, “gunnaaa fucking- fucking fill y-ya up” his hands tighten on your throat as you cough out, unable to breathe. You try to gasp for air but tojis hips slam into you again and again, making your head dizzy, the pressure making a coil twist undone, your legs shake and you tremble. Blabbing utter nonsense when you try to talk but nothing audible comes out. Your eyes roll back and your cunt squeezes him so tight that his grip around your neck lets go as he fills you up. Cum dripping from his tip and releasing inside of you. His eyes clenched shut as he focused on the pleasure. 

His sensitive and overstimulated cock leaves your pussy after your highs come to an end. He pulls a sloppy trail of bitter cum out and collapses on top of you. God, you really love your boyfriend. (and his hands)

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

━━━━╝‘ I bet you think about me ’╚━━━━━

A Denji x Fem!Innocent!Reader | A little fluff + SMUT

Contents ; Innocent reader, pervert Denji (nothing changed), peer pressure, corruption, tons of suggestive innuendos, groping, heavy mention of titties, titty-sucking, PDA, guided handjob, thighjob, pornography, non-stop fucking, and obsessive behavior.

A/N ; MYYYYYY FAVORITE! This dude has been deep in my heart ever since I was introduced into CSM. And now, I place the dude above everyone on my preferred list of characters. Especially cause I relate to the man so much. He’s too careless for his own good at times, BAHAHAHAHAH. Okay, enough of me rambling, appreciate my boy and my fine story by reposting and commenting. Whatever you’re feeling for, little readers.

Dynamic ; Kind of FWB?? to Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Dom!Denji | Sub!Fem!Reader

P.O.V ; First & Third

Age range ; 18+

Music suggestion ;

[ Denji’s P.O.V ; ]

Today was supposed to be ordinary. Power talked her ass off most of the morning, I would chime in once in a while to joke, and Aki spouted shit at me for everything and anything I did. That’s how it went on in the apartment we lived in. In the middle of the day, we would head for the headquarters. Go back to the stressful life of a Devil Hunter.

But for me, that was nothing. I was more than happy to return to work. A lot of my co-workers complained on and on, sure you get your hands a little bloody, although most of us didn’t care about the slaughtering. It’s not like they were human. Not including the people that got in my way, that was not my fault!

All I knew is that if it meant I got to be entertained by a girl like Makima and fulfill the desires I’ve been dreaming about, that’s cool with me. And the power from Pochita was a huge plus.

Yeah, it was supposed to be another one of those days. Makima would’ve given me a case to solve had it been. But, instead, I was staring at her from across the room, talking to another girl who I didn’t recognize. Hell, was she beautiful though.

Her silky {H/C} hair looked recently done, styled into a braided half ponytail with bangs in the front. Long lashes framing her {E/C}, sweet eyes; the smile she had was enough for me to tell that she would spoil a man to his heart’s content. When my eyes drifted down her body, especially to her ass, I almost didn’t want to believe it. But, I was so sure of it. She passed Makima’s thickness by at least ten percent.

I bit my tongue and swallowed the build-up of spit before making my way to where they stood, pushing my hands in my pockets so nothing showed if I popped one. Often occurrence, do not recommend.

Keeping my eyes ahead, I tried to remain as respectful as I could be while addressing my boss, “Hey, Makima. And…” As soon as I looked over at the pretty girl, I paused so she could say her name, but at the same time, I was freaking out about how much better her appearance was up close.

My brain couldn’t keep up. She had clean, soft skin with a gradient to her cheeks and lips that made me want to go for kissing them, no hesitation. When she glanced back at me, I couldn’t pry my eyes away from hers, watching her reply to me in admiration, “Oh, my name is {Y/N}. I’ve transferred here from Special Division 7… Nice to meet you! You must be the Chainsaw boy she has been telling me about!” God, even her name fit her perfectly.

Wait. Special Division 7? A stopping record player noise sounded off in my head and I turned to Makima for an explanation. The auburn-haired woman was smirking at me like she found my reaction amusing, as always. She leaned forward from her sitting position, resting her chin on her palm, and introduced {Y/N}’s background, “Say hello to the famed Youth Devil, Denji. She’s a beautiful one, isn’t she?”

The Youth Devil? Oh, I’ve heard about her before. Aki talked about coming across someone from a division that had become the Devil that aged people, yet she apparently had no knowledge of anything outside of ‘safe-for-work territory’. Or whatever the fuck he wanted to label it as. Really, that just meant she has no idea how valuable those titties are and that gives me a high chance of getting a squeeze. Or… more.

My gaze had unconsciously drifted to her chest at the thought of that, the button of her white top barely holding because of its size as I forgot to answer Makima. So, being the Youth Devil included being incredibly busty too? Good to know.

It wasn’t until I heard the clear of her throat that I had snapped back into the present and responded without thinking, “Yeah, she is.” Turning red once I realized what I had been doing right in front of the two women, a bit of worry brimming the back of my mind.

{Y/N}’s face lit up at the compliment rather than furrowed and she was quick to thank me, “Awww, you’re so sweet! Thank you, Denji!” And for a minute, I was stuck wide-eyed, half-expecting a slap across the cheek because I was obviously checking her out. Well, I’ll be fucking damned. I guess what Aki was saying about her was true after all.

Before I could get out a ‘You’re welcome’, Makima interrupted by getting off of the desk she was using as a seat, nonchalantly dismissing herself, “I have some things to attend to, so I’m sorry to say, but I’m taking my leave. I hope you find yourself comfortable with Denji, {Y/N}!”

About to pass me up, her intimidating yellow eyes locked onto mine and she leaned to whisper into my ear, “If you want to play with her so badly, why don’t you make her your new toy? You’re strong, right?” Then she walked off as if she didn’t suggest what she just did. My eyebrows and goosebumps raising at the comment. She was encouraging me to do it?

Chewing on my bottom lip, my breathing slowly got worse as I was left with horrible thoughts and a growing erection. {Y/N} not making it any better because she lingered. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine in hanging out with her. More than fine. But, not with all of this also in mind now.

“What’d she say?” She asked, fluttering those long eyelashes at me, and I didn’t know why but when I looked into her {E/C} eyes again— it was like millions of memories were yanked out of my brain and put in them like a projector. Causing me to take a step back and rub away whatever was happening in startled confusion. What the fuck was that?

I blinked away the rest I could, however, I remembered everything so that didn’t help; coming to a conclusion from the look she gave. My head wasn’t the one messing with me, it was her. Or whatever the hell that fucking power is. And I was not cool with that.

Avoiding eye contact by glaring at the floor, I grumbled, “Was that you?” I wasn’t going to hang around for any longer if she wanted to manipulate my mind, especially if it was concerning something like my past. I didn’t want to be reminded. I came here to escape.

A gasp left her like she was frightened before I saw her in my peripheral vision; raising a hand and putting it on her forehead. She took a moment to answer me in a tired voice, “I was just trying to find out more about you… I got too curious, I’m so sorry.”

Hearing her say that was reassuring and gave me the go to stare at her again, my tone dropping back to that same inviting one from earlier, “Oh, shit.. Well, yeah. I don’t have that great of a life so I wouldn’t pry too far.” I tried to shrug it off, rushing to a solution so it didn’t get awkward, “You want to go get some ice cream or something, gorgeous?” It was a last minute suggestion, but that could work.

The {H/C}-haired girl seemed to be near crying before she nodded slowly, a smile rising on her face as she unexpectedly got close to me and intertwined her fingers in mine. Pulling me off along with her while chiming, “Who doesn’t?! I’d love to!” Easier than I thought. But, I’m not complaining.

──⇌• Switch in P.O.V ; Third •⇋──

On the way to the ice-cream shop, Denji stumbled on a couple of rouge devils with {Y/N} in an alleyway and as fate has it with them, they ended up having to chase them down into a field. Faced with the ugly things combining into a whole bundle of disgusting flesh and faces.

She had solved what they were dealing with as soon as they began merging while he did not. Denji didn’t care for details, he wanted to go straight into shredding. He gripped onto his pull cord and tugged, the chainsaws ripping through his skull and arms. Making the curious girl stay behind and observe how he handled the monstrous creature.

With a rush of adrenaline, the now transformed Chainsaw Devil tore into its body, piece by piece. Blood and guts splattered everywhere onto the ground from the relentlessness he had. Getting onto {Y/N} because of how much had sprayed.

He finished when he wanted to. Raging on the thing until it was nothing but a pile of mush left to pitifully sit in the middle of the empty space it sought out for safety.

Then he retracted his chainsaws back into himself, his skin latching and coming together when he did. Molding back into his handsome, worn face. Like nothing happened. Leaving {Y/N} to blankly gaze at him, soaked in red, and drift down to witness the true wrath of Denji.

No doubt was she intimidated by the boy, seeing for herself what Makima had been commending about him. He was the real deal. A true Devil Hunter.

Wiping off the blood from around her mouth, she began to smile and clap with a giddy cheer, “That was impressive! You’re really good to be able to take out a Devil that easily. How long have you been in the game?”

He raised a brow at how she was phrasing their work, confused that she was asking but deciding to respond anyway, “I guess as soon as I could survive on my own, I’ve been hunting. It’s all I’ve known.” Saying it so casually out loud was weird for him. No one usually asks about this type of stuff. Other than when Makima does. But, here was another girl doing it.

{Y/N}’s face twisted into a look of wonder, twinges of sadness in it as she thought about a young boy having to deal with that kind of stress. It made him charming somehow. She felt the need to praise him for it, “The dedication you have to helping people is inspiring.. I hope to achieve the same goal as you, Denji.” A small appreciative smile was sent his way right after she finished.

Although, his attention was completely misplaced. Guess where; her breasts. He was zoned, an idea coming to him when hearing her instead. “My goal? You could help me achieve that, {Y/N},” the blonde beamed. His brown eyes finally getting off of her chest to address her politely.

She moved forward, innocently egging him on, “Oh, really? How?” The way she peered back at him while waiting, that sweet look never leaving her face once, it gave Denji the confidence he needed to elaborate, “Ever since I’ve been thrown into devil-hunting, I only wanted one thing out of it.”

Walking closer, he leaned to where he almost touched foreheads with her, murmuring the last sentence, “A pretty girl who’d let me fondle her body, whenever, wherever…” He felt guilty after saying it, but the eagerness was too much. There was no way he would pass this chance up.

Thinking to herself, she concluded what he was hinting to and thumbed the bottom of her shirt; lifting it over her head and throwing it to the side like it was something natural. He held his breath at the sudden action, the full view in front of him because she wasn’t wearing a bra. ��This was quick..! Why is she undressing?!’ Panicked thoughts went rampant as he tried to process what to do, glued to admiring her front half while also confused about what her reasoning for this was.

The {E/C}-eyed girl told him it with the purest intention possible, “You seemed to be interested in my chest so I guessed that this is the part of me you wanted to touch? And I was uncomfortable by the bloody mess. But, sorry if I got it wrong! I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Even though she had no clue on what she was truly doing, she still managed to get it dead on. Making Denji chuckle out of excitement.

His sharp teeth poked out in a snarky grin at {Y/N}, his hand reaching over to palm one of her breasts and squeeze. Most of it filling the cracks of his fingers and fitting perfectly, if not a little bigger. That grin of his widened like he was off of his rocker as he got greedy; grabbing both of them to push them together. They were so soft. So fuckable. He wanted to stick his dick in them so badly.

A whimper slipped past her lips and Denji went from eyeing her breasts to looking at her brushing her hair out of the way for him. Butterflies erupting in his stomach at how considerate she was despite him taking advantage of her obliviousness. All he could do was commend and thank her with a red blush across his cheeks, “Thank you… so much. Fuck, I can’t even believe that you’re real right now. Your boobs are so fucking huge..!”

She would’ve laughed at the comment if his touches weren’t affecting her like this, his fingertips brushing past her nipples to mess with them, the perverted bite to his lip drawing a bit of blood to dribble down his chin. The girl arched into the feeling and moaned softly, struggling to speak, “Hah.. Thanks.! W-Wow! Why does that mm-feel good?”

They were out in the open, but Denji wanted to go for the risk. He didn’t care if anyone came across the two of them fucking like animals, he just wanted to do it. And nothing was going to stop him the moment he could tell that she wanted to do it with him too.

He pushed on what she said, using it as bait, “You want me to make you feel better? I can teach you a couple more things… Something that’d make us feel incredible.” And as she was about to reply, he leveled with one of her breasts and gave a lick to the bud; a squeal leaving her instead.

Repeating himself, he mumbled against her nipple, her breath hitching at his sharp teeth grazing it slightly as he talked, “Keep getting yourself undressed, pretty baby… I want to have some fun with you.” He sounded desperate, {Y/N} falling for it and hooking her fingers on her skirt zipper, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground.

Denji grunted and wrapped his entire mouth around the bud after that, sucking at it while unbuttoning his pants. Digging in his boxers to tug out his throbbing dick so it was no longer suffocated. He made a fist around his shaft and began jerking off, pre-cum forming around his tip the more he tightened on the veiniest part.

She peeked over the side of him to get a look at what he was doing, holding her legs together when she was beginning to feel something wet between them, entranced at his lower half. It looked satisfying to do and he had mentioned playing so it seemed normal to go for. But, she was in for a surprise because as she attempted to replace his hand, he jolted back and huffed, “Woah, woah… I don’t think you want to get that serious. Who knows what I might do to you if you do…”

Honestly, {Y/N} really loved the sound of everything he was talking about and she didn’t want this to end. She wanted it to go further. Her curiosity wasn’t something to tease, she will figure it out, one way or another. So, she swiftly rushed back in front of him and pressed up against him, resting her chin on his collarbone while she barely rested her fingers on the tip. Begging at him for compliance, “Please, sir… I do want to find out…”

He sucked in some air through his teeth and tensed, almost driven crazy from the pleasure of her contact with him there. It was a noticeable difference between her hand and his dick but he could definitely make it work. And after her asking like that, she was in for a treat.

The brown-eyed boy grabbed her wrist to position her fingers at a better angle before he guided it down his shaft, watching her unable to wrap her whole palm around from how thick he was. He groaned, his own sexual frustrations leaving from his mouth as she got to savor them now.

Eventually, {Y/N} caught onto him pushing her to go faster and sped up her movements as best as she could. Joining her other hand to clasp around his cock to stroke everything rather than a portion. Until he ended up impatient and lifted her up with his arms underneath hers, holding around her ass to move himself in the middle of her legs. Slowly sliding in the correct position; his dick melting in between her pussy and thighs.

Denji lowered her onto him now, grinding their pleasure out while they locked eyes with each other in a half-lidded daze. She moaned vicariously, stuttering some words here and then to emphasize what she was experiencing, “It’s making me feel so… weak! Nnghh-ah ah! Chainsaw.. boy.. wait! I feel so weird..!” His hips began to collide with hers as he increased in speed, closing his eyes to pretend he was fucking into her. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself out in public though. He had to be reminded about the consequences they could face if they were caught.

She was ignored and sputtered nonsense once she got close, “God! I think… I have to go! I have to go! Stop! I don’t- mmppph.. wanna..! DENJI!” The blonde figured it was because she hadn’t cummed before and knowing that he was the one that was gifting her— her first orgasm— made him spiral in a violent fit of thrusting hard into the folds of her pussy, right against her puffy clit.

Whines yelped out of her as her juices poured all over his length, creating sharper wet sounds and more friction for him. His tip swollen by the time he was close to falling off of the edge of cloud nine with her. Once Denji could feel the rush of his cum trying to spill, he gave a final ram and angled it around her hole to allow it into {Y/N} a little. She trembled in his hold, watching him leave her legs, bruised and messy. Satisfaction written all on his face at what he got away with.

They didn’t even clean up the cum when they went back for the office, deciding to do it a couple of hours later despite both of them feeling the slick in their underwear. Instead, they kept glancing at each other, exchanging a knowing stare until someone interrupted it to talk to either one of them. That sexual tension never stopped fucking with Denji. And {Y/N} was simple-minded as always, in her own little world.

But, she didn’t bat an eye when the boy randomly slipped hands into her shirt one day to get a feel or let her know he was horny by pressing his boner against her ass. He would whisper dirty words to her throughout it, coaxing her into doing things, just for him, “I want to go back to messing with you, babydoll… Can we go inside one of those bathrooms? Need to relieve this.”

{Y/N} would go into the bathroom and he would strip her down like she was a doll, his pants to his knees, her chest resting on the sink and displaying her in front of the mirror. He took her virginity in them. Forcing his cock to slam into her walls, reaching for her guts, all to get lost in her warm pussy. Denji growled loudly, echoing in the tiny room they were locked in while he demanded, “Spread yourself for me. I want to see my dick plunging inside that cute body of yours..!”

Only able to comply, she used both of her hands to pull her ass apart, exposed completely for him to see as he got worse in his constant pounding. Making the poor {Y/N} drool while she twitched in ecstasy, her orgasm running through her for the second time when he wouldn’t quit.

His honey brown eyes seemed so sweet at first, but now they were glaring deep at her expressions, resting into a melted one the second he neared his end. Denji released every drop inside without hesitation, her moans rocking out of her because of him slowing down as he humped it into her.

Then he started over in the same rough pace from before and she endured it as much as she could, her eyebrows knitting up into an exasperated, sweaty look. He was like a dog mating when it came to sex; stamina, aggressive, and having a bunch of cum to dump. {Y/N} was holding onto the sides of the glass counter once he had cummed for a second time, burrowing his cock deep like it was a ritual by now.

And he repeated. Leaving the girl to barely understand what was happening to her from the overstimulation. Denji wasn’t stopping. Even as she screamed for him to, “Fuck! Please! Please, master, I can’t handle anymore!” The pet name he directed her to say a regular word for her at this point.

After his seed was spilling out of her on its own and creating a puddle on the floor, after Denji was dry-cumming and making her unravel onto him like she was throwing a fit off of drugs; that’s when he finally gave up and got off of her. Slipping his dick out and shuddering a couple of words laced with dopamine, “Not so bad for our first hook-up… I don’t know if I want to wait for the others.” Was he hinting at going for more rounds? ‘Dear god..’ was the last thing she could think before she dropped unconscious.

Lil Special Extra // Denji’s P.O.V

Weeks had passed by after me and {Y/N} became a ‘thing’. Hooking up led to a lot more and now she was basically at my apartment almost every day. Sure, Aki and Power were annoyed at her presence, not wanting to hear or see any of the exchanges we gave. But, a man’s gotta live and how can he not without slapping his girlfriend’s ass?

However, there was one downside to her staying over and that was her availability in walking in on me doing lots of inappropriate activities. Whether that was jerking off to her or to… porn.

She bursted into my room late at night after having woken up from a nap in the living room and I was right in the middle of rubbing one out to my favorite fantasy porno. Jumping out of my skin when I heard her shout, “Darling, you miss-! Oh…” The small ‘oh’ quieter than the rest.

My hand and dick glistened with the lube I had saved for times like this, a blush covering my face as I snapped the laptop shut. The sounds of sex disappearing with it.

Anxiety raged through me at how she was going to react, completely forgetting that she barely had a grip on anything sexual until she squeaked out, “What was that? Can I… see?” As soon as I heard that, I quickly dropped the embarrassment and those dirty thoughts snapped back into my usual perverted personality.

Shit, I almost didn’t remember who I was and who she was. Beckoning for her to come sit down on my lap once she closed the door.

{Y/N} straddled me and observed as I opened the screen back up to the lewd scene of a woman being bred just like she had been. Her eyes going wide and a blush crossing her cheeks at the similarity. That innocence of hers was going to be ruined real quick around me. And I loved ruining it. Sliding my fingers down in between her legs like usual so I could welcome her to another sexual addiction I’d use for my benefit.

[cosmicalily]

"four letters (l-o-v-e)" - a minho oneshot by @cosmicalily | prequel to 'type it out (h-e-a-r-t)'

author's note: i may or may not write a part two for this (depending on if people like this one!) i've never really written a fic like this where there's zero romantic action/physical intimacy, but i kind of loved this whole soft, slow burn, and the idea that you can come up with your own ending for it (unless i end up writing one lmao). obviously, this fic is inspired by the 'youth' mv, bc i'm down WILDLY bad for 'youth' minho! also as i wrote in a little blab on my blog this will likely be my last post in my 'regular' writing schedule as it's my very last prewritten fic!! i'd been stockpiling them for days to keep me going but with school restarting (final year!) i know i'll most likely be too busy to write regularly. thank you for all the love over this summer (or winter!) xx i'll still be on here whenever inspiration strikes!

warnings: fights, blood, angst, difficulties at school, suspensions

The sunlight on the emerald coloured lawn was warm, melting through the semi-sheer clouds like honey. You stretched yourself out, torso propped up by your elbows, eyes squinted before eventually, you gave into the glare, closing them fully. You loved the spring sunshine; everything around you felt like it was saturated and glowing, and there was a freshness to the air that the other seasons didn’t carry. You felt a soft kick to your back and opened your eyes reluctantly, batting an arm aimlessly to return the blow.

“Were you asleep?” Seungmin asked, chuckling amusedly. Despite his smirk, he offered a hand to help you off the grass. Foolishly, you reached for it, and once you were about two-thirds above the ground, he let go, letting you fall back onto the lawn with a soft thump.

“You asshole,” you groaned, dusting off your plaid skirt. You pulled yourself to your own feet, stretching your back and slipping your arms into your blazer, giving Seungmin one last dirty look. He simply laughed at you, the way he always did, but you didn’t miss the quick once-over he gave you, checking to make sure he hadn’t really hurt you. 

It was just the way you communicated. He teased, you tolerated. And sometimes, if you were bothered, you retaliated.

You reached for your bike, about to set your backpack in the front basket, when suddenly Seungmin tapped you on the shoulder. Not in the irritating way to interrupt you when you were studying, but urgently. You turned your head, craning your neck, and your jaw dropped.

Seo Changbin and Lee Minho were fighting.

Not play fighting, the way you typically saw the two of them tussle around in the back of class. No, there was no laughter, no joking or nicknames. Seungmin pulled the two of you a little further behind the bicycle shelter, eyes wide in shock.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit,” Minho spat, blood trickling from his lip as he fought against Changbin’s headlock. “You knew that was my last chance. I needed that grade and you’ve gone and fucking screwed it.”

Changbin scoffed, wincing a little at the scratches Minho’s nails left on his forearms. “You’re the one who doesn’t give a shit about school. Why do you suddenly care, huh? It’s just a stupid assignment.”

“They’re gonna kick me out if I fail another,” Minho hissed. “You knew that, but you still had to fuck around and ruin everything for me.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered to Seungmin.

Not quietly enough, apparently.

Minho’s head turned, sharp eyes immediately spotting the two of you. Your heartbeat quickened, and Seungmin mumbled curses under his mouth as Minho quickly pulled himself from Changbin. He gave the latter a quick shove, then pointed in the direction of the bike shed.

“Fuck,” Seungmin murmured.

“What are you looking at?” Changbin shouted, expression hostile.

“Let’s go,” you urged, and the two of you hopped on your bikes, making a hasty exit. 

When you turned your head back, Changbin was nowhere to be seen. Minho, however, sat on the lawn, bloody face in his hands. 

He looked so much smaller, so vulnerable. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned your bike against a fence and ran back to the school grounds, Seungmin shouting your name from behind you.

But Minho was gone now, too.

Seungmin panted beside you, cursing at your stupidity for running back. 

Blood now streaked the grass where you’d been sitting earlier.

“Ms. Park and I have been thoroughly debating exactly what to do with you two, Lee Minho,” Mr. Shin sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “Because clearly, the past consequences we’ve inflicted have had minimal, if any, impact.”

Minho’s eyes brightened. “Another suspension?” He asked eagerly.

“Absolutely not,” Mr. Shin shook his head. “Especially when your attendance is already as bad as it is, and considering the fact that the past seven suspensions we’ve assigned you have only seemed to make matters worse. No, we’ve had to get creative.”

Minho rolled his eyes and yawned, but his heart beat a little quicker. Usually, this conversation would be done in two minutes; it was a script he’d repeated many times. Several apologies, each a little more dramatic than the previous one, then a two-day suspension. Then, Minho would be out of the room, collecting his bag, and could do whatever he pleased. It was like a routine.

‘Creative’, though? He did not like the sound of that.

“We have decided that perhaps individualised punishments are not effective,” Mr. Shin continued. “So we have constructed somewhat of a community service plan for you to complete.”

“What, like picking up rubbish?”

“What, Mr. Shin,” he groaned. “Have some courtesy, please. And no, something different. It will be collaborative, but also educational. Changbin will be doing the same; Seungmin will be assisting him in instructing the children’s baseball team. And, in your favour, we have taken into account your dislike towards physical exercise. However, you’ll still be responsible for a group of people, which will hopefully teach you leadership and empathy. Obviously, we were cautious of assigning you this role alone, so we have recruited some support.” Mr. Shin stood up from his desk and opened his office door.

“Hi Minho,” you said gently.

“Hi, Y/N,” he mumbled.

You pulled out a sheet of paper covered in squares and numbers, sliding it across the desk to him. 

And the smile Lee Minho offered you, small but certain, as he stared down at the piece of paper was nothing short of genuine. In that moment, he seemed different. 

You saw the same vulnerability you’d seen the day before.

“Have you ever played bingo?”

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[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING MEMORABLE !!! LEWIS H. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: it’s easy to celebrate something with someone you love — it’s even better if you’ve got something to remember that day with.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), pwp, use of explicit language, blurb, we don’t proofread we rawdog our writing for best content, protected sex (FINALLY!!! SOMEONE WHO USED PROTECTION IN MY FIC), spitting, sex tape/consensual recording, aftercare, established relationship

note: didn’t mean to moan that loud my b. enjoy xx

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💌re:moony’s planner is opened!!!

the squelching of her cunt and her vocal moans, alongside his grunts, were echoing inside this pricey hotel suite — and lewis paid well just so they could get the privacy that they sought and deserved after this gruelling racing season. 

everyone, the staff and their mothers, looked the other direction whenever she and lewis got out of their suite every morning after an endless night of rough and passionate sex. 

no one asked questions— instead they would only nod and greet the couple politely as they walked past before looking at each other in disbelief— not believing that these two just fucked like animals hours before and pretended that nothing happened. 

now here she was. her back arched as she laid flat on her stomach, her legs squirming while his thick cock hammered into her cunt. his hips rutting against hers from behind as he grunted aloud, praising her endlessly before tugging her hair up to point at the direction of the camera in front of the two of them. 

“look at you, baby,” the seven time world champion spoke breathlessly, fucking her as his hand snaked up to her chin and squished her face lightly. “y’look so pretty. ‘specially with my cock inside your pussy— do you see yourself?” 

the red light flashed in front of them, their sweaty faces reflecting in front of them as the camera laid there— recording the lewd sounds of their bodies and fluids squelching against their figures. 

her mewling wasn’t an exception to this— in fact, lewis would be so happy to hear her crying out more than his cock rearranging her insides in the recordings. 

“open your mouth, baby,” lewis demanded quietly, with her obliging as she gasped at his length hitting her sensitive spot. lewis hovered above her and spat in her mouth. she immediately swallowed it and lazily smiled in pleasure, gasping again when he began to pick up his pace and fucked her roughly. 

lewis grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back closer to his chest, her tits splayed out for the camera as he thrusted his hips up to her spot. 

“lewis, i’m cumming- fuck!” she exclaimed, “yeah! right there— fuuuuck~ i’m cumming.” 

“wanna tell ‘em how fucking good you’re feeling, princess?” he spoke lowly, smirking before his mouth let out a moan— a sign that he was reaching his high. 

“‘m i— fuck— love yo- god, so fuckin’ good~” she mewled, her voice croaking as her legs shook. 

her moans turned into screams, strings of curses escaping both of their mouths as they both reached their high. 

with one last thrust, lewis leaned forward to give her a sweet kiss before pulling out. the recording camera was long abandoned as he discarded his used condom and turned off the camera. 

they felt little to no regret about every single thing they’ve done in this room— feeling like they were the only two people in the world as silence took over and euphoria washed over their system as lewis climbed back up to the bed with a warm damp cloth in hand. 

cleaning her up, he tossed the used towel aside before pulling her close.

“this is such a memorable anniversary,” she murmured, pulling him to a slow kiss as he chuckled. 

“happy tenth anniversary, baby,” lewis replied, his hand trailing down her lower back as he continued, “we sure made this a memorable one huh?”

“mhm,” she replied, her eyes blinking slowly before her breathing began to soften and snores escaped her mouth. 

lewis quietly laughed, cuddling closer to her as he, too, fell asleep.

yeah. those videos would have to wait.

[stormbreaker-290]

O HF UCK-

just one bite(Halloween Mal drabble)

you sigh as you glare at your calendar. Around this time of year, Mal drops by to visit and stays until the week before Thanksgiving.

A chill runs up your spine at your last encounters with him, blood rushing to your face at the memories of his teasing glare and pronounced fangs near your neck. You shiver at the ghost sensation of his sharp teeth near your neck as if he's actually there.

You walk away from the calendar that hands on the fridge, sighing as you can't really do much to stop this demon of a person. His image fit the thought.

Mal has been known to you as a demon since you first saw him thanks to his horns and wings and odd anatomy that was visible, such as his translucent orange torso and external ribs, though you're pretty sure those aren't his.

You flinch as you hear one of your windows slide open, the purple and orange menace balancing on the windowsill.

"hello there sweets," he purrs out, his bright orange eye narrowing as he grins, bearing those all too familiar fangs.

"hello, Mal," you say with a deadpan, though it's false as you just want to get this whole thing over with.

Mal hops down from his perch, closing the window behind him before striding over to you, his tail swaying.

"did you miss me, little crow? Because I definitely missed you, might even stay around a bit longer than last year," he speaks as if a close friend or even lover with the amount of seasonal pet names he's given you, to which you roll your eyes.

"not really, as you cause far too much chaos and you taunt me constantly just because you're incredibly tall," you huff back at him, crossing your arms with a mock scowl.

An odd silence falls which isn't normal for Mal, you turn to face him with a questioning look before a large hand grasps your hip from behind.

"how did-" you try to question but you're cut off by Mal, who says, "I'm a being of many tricks, a magician never tells his secrets you know~" he purrs directly into your ears, his breaths hot against your skin as you flush red. You were back in this situation from the previous year but, he was much closer than you remembered.

You jolt involuntarily as his fangs grace the name of your neck, your breath catching in your throat.

"you wouldn't mind if I had a small bite, would you? I was so close to getting it last time, won't you pity me?" Mal breaths into your ear, his clawed hand pressing against your chest, keeping you firmly against him.

"fine," you resisted the urge to growl out the word, "just be gentle, okay?" You ensure that he won't harm you too much, your shoulders dropping from their previous tensed position.

You feel the vibrations of mal's purrs against your back, something hot and wet sliding slowly across the side of your neck, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

It's his tongue- his forked, orange tongue, savoring every little jolt and huff you give because of the hot breath and saliva hitting against your pulse.

After Mal's teasing, you feel the tips of his teeth dip into your skin, you have to force your muscles to relax so it's not as painful.

His teeth sink into the junction of your shoulder and neck, far enough from your jugular to not be worried over.

Mal keeps his fangs lodged into you for a moment before retracting his head, his tongue lapping up any blood that wells up in the fresh mark on your shoulder.

"see? That wasn't so bad, was i" Mal purrs after 'cleaning' your wound, which you'll have to properly disinfect and bandage later.

"I'm just glad you didn't bite my actual neck with those vampiric fangs you've got there, that would have actually killed me," you scoff out, trying to hide the way heat stains your cheeks.

(pst @stormbreaker-290 , I did it)

[ao3lestappeninchident]

Can you do another franco colapinto one. I have to get ready for his FP1 debut and i love uour other one

Biggest supporter

Franco Colapinto x reader

A/N: I just decided to make it about the news.

Your head is shot up by the sound of Franco, your boyfriend, walking back into the room. A big smile was plastered on his face and tears were forming in his eyes.

"What happened? Is everything oké?" you asked, concern etched on your face. Franco's nodding his head with excitement only added to your growing sense of anticipation.

"James Vowels just called," he exclaimed, still beaming with joy. "I'm going to drive the first free practice in Silverstone!" His words were punctuated by his wide, toothy grin, which seemed to grow even wider as he spoke. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement for him.

You rushed over to him, throwing your arms around his waist and giving him a tight hug. "Oh my god, that's amazing!" you breathed into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, trying to stifle his happy tears. The sensation of his warm breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine.

As you pulled back, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I'm so proud of you," you whispered, tracing your fingers under his eye to catch any stray tears that might fall. Franco's smile grew even wider, and he looked at you with shining eyes.

"You're coming right?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," you replied, exhaling slowly. "I was already planning on being there." You could barely contain your excitement at the thought of cheering him on from the stands.

"I know," Franco said, nodding. "But training is earlier than the Formula 2 quali and you were planning to do some university stuff in the morning."

"I will be there. I am your biggest supporter." you say, "When you look, I will be standing there with a big sign."

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Ptolemaea

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

♫"You poor thing. Sweet mourning lamb. There's nothing you can do."Ethel Cain, Ptolemaea♫ Baby Playlist ♫

Baby Series ! (this is the second part chronologically)

➯a/n: shiiiiiit im hitting yall with a double whammy today !! i didn't think id finish this and code l-o-v-e at the same time but here we are

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, angst to the max

✫彡wordcount: 10.7K

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: only briefly proof read: kidnapping, drugging via sleeping pills, restraints, throwing up (non descriptive), smart and resilient reader(which makes it even sadder😭), everyone is morally muddy, physical altercations, threats of violence and death (not towards reader), light injuries to reader, seonghwa unintentionally (?) manipulates everyone, talk of murder, non sexual nudity, panic attack

✩index: little space- a regressed state of mind where someone feels like a child. little / age regressor - a person with a little space. caregiver - someone who cares for a little, usually their significant other. hyung - a close male friend older than you, used by other males. nim - a suffix added to the end of someone's name to show deep respect.

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

You awake sometime in the morning, though you have no way of knowing when.

     Your mind is foggy. Your eyelids are heavy with protest while you force them open, screaming at you to close them as sunlight hits you.

   You're in Seonghwa's room, laid on your back in his bed.

You blink away some of the blur in your vision and see him sitting on the floor with his back against the side of the bed, twirling a roll of duct tape on his fingers. "H-Hwa?"

His head snaps up, eyes immediately on you. "Hey, Baby," he whispers as he stands up, his actions look like they're in choppy slow motion to you. "How did you sleep?"

"Uhm," you groan as you shift on his bed, kicking the blankets off of your legs, "yeah, good." When you go to rub your eyes —

    Your hands are tugged back, tied to the headboard above you by a fabric of some kind. What the fuck?

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

    It all comes back to you. Seonghwa in your apartment. His confession of murdering your ex boyfriend. The fact that he roofied you.

    You let out a yell, but it comes out muffled. He was quick enough to slap his hand over your mouth, shaking his head. "Don't scream, Baby, don't scream, please." Your lips won't part more than an inch under the pressure of his palm. You stare at him wide eyed. "Please don't make me gag you, I don't want to do that."

    What the fuck? What the fuck?

He doesn't want to do that? But he's okay with drugging you and kidnapping you and tying you to his bed? What else h-

You look and are thanking every God you can think of as you see that you're still in your work clothes.

"Are you going to scream?" He asks after a moment, looking down at you.

He looks much better than he did last night in your apartment. He looks well rested and like he's about to leave the apartment, freshly showered and dressed.

You shake your head underneath his hand, choking back your whines of fear.

When he moves his hand hesitantly, you immediately thrash and kick at him, but true to your word; you don't scream. You don't want to be gagged. "Get away from me, you stalker," you sneer through your teeth, tears beginning to swell in your eyes despite your attempts to fight them off.

"Stop, Baby- Baby, please," he grabs your ankles without much of a struggle, making you still quickly. He looks up at you from his place by your feet. Your chin wobbles as you feel your first tear fall. You know it will be the first of many. "Listen-" Forget this, you think.

"Help! H-" He dives on top of you, his long legs holding yours down as you helplessly fidget; his hand back over your mouth heedless of the way you try to bite at it.

He bites his lip as he looks at the door. Over your heavy breaths, he strains his ears to hear anything in the apartment.

Nothing.

"Huh," he huffs with relief, looking back to you, "they left for practice already." He watches the way your face falls as he moves his hand, sitting up to straddle your hips. "Sorry, Baby. I'm going to figure this out, I promise," he leans over and grabs the duct tape from the floor.

"No! No, no! Please, Hwa," you wail as the tear of the tape rings in your ears, "please, don't! I-"

It's over your mouth before you can plead more, and he sits back; listening to your muffled cries. "I did warn you. I don't want them to hear you when we get back, so..." He sighs softly, cupping your cheek even as you flinch, using his thumbs to wipe your tears as they become puddles on your cheeks. "Those pills will probably have you drowsy for a while. I was like that when I took them the first few times, made me tired for like twelve hours."

He strokes your head gently as you yell and curse under the tape. "So, try to get some rest, Baby." You'll probably cry yourself back to sleep. He hates to leave you when you need comfort, but he's already been missing from practice for almost a week. And he finally feels like he isn't being torn apart atom by atom.

He slept next to you last night, fell asleep as he thought about what to do. He didn't have a fool proof plan, admittedly. All he knew was that he couldn't let you leave him. He hadn't slept more than two hours a night since you'd broken up with him, and with you in his arms he finally got a full nights rest. He couldn't sleep knowing you were out there, but not knowing if you were okay.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours. I have to go to work and then I'll go by your apartment and get some of your things, okay?" It wasn't really a question — that's what was going to happen. That's where he was going to start. And he'd figure things out as he went.

You shake your head, shouts weakened by the tape. You wouldn't be able to be heard with his door shut.

This fucker! Is all you can think as he grabs your phone from his nightstand and uses your thumb to unlock it, unable to move it away because the fabric holding you in place.

"Ah, Yejin," he gives you a small half-smile after reading your notifications, "she really does care about you, huh? She's so observant of you. Even noticed that you turned off your Blink."

This fucker!! He turned off the doorbell camera so she wouldn't be able to see him dragging you out last night or coming back later.

"She won't be a problem for us, right?" He pouts as he taps on your phone.

You shake your head quickly, muffled begs of him not hurt her barely intelligible. You don't know what you'd do with yourself if she met the same fate as Namsun.

1:42AM. JINAH SENT A MESSAGE. look, i told you a million times i'm sorry, babe. seonghwa deserved to know the truth. you really like him and he likes you! you said he's the one!

1:44AM. JINAH SENT A MESSAGE. well... i'll talk to you in the morning. i love you (y/n), don't stay mad at me forever.

7:02AM. YOU SENT A MESSAGE. i'll talk to you later. you really crossed a line !

He makes sure to match the way you text, turning it off before putting it back on the far side of the nightstand. "I'd hate to have to get rid of her, she seems like a good friend."

"Mm-mmm!"

He looks at the way you shake your head, panic evident on your face. "Good."

He finally gets off of you, and leans over. "Get some rest." Is all he says before he kisses your head, and then he's out the door.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

You allow yourself to freak out for a good long while. You let yourself sob and cry and scream and thrash against your binds for probably a hour before you make yourself calm down.

    You take a million deep, shaking breaths through your nose before your tears finally come to a stop.

    Holy shit. Is your only thought. You knew Seonghwa was a bit clingy- a bit strange. But you had no fucking idea that he'd be capable of kidnapping you, telling you without even a hint of remorse in his voice about how he cut off your ex-boyfriend's head.

    You're sweating, your throat is dry, your eyelids feel swollen, your head is heavy.

    He was right, those pills he crushed up and slipped you nearly six hours ago are still working in your nervous system. And your state of hysteria was only working with it to make you want to close your eyes even more.

    But you refused to give up so easily. You refused to let this maniac you once loved get back and find you in the same place he left you.

     You let out another shaking breath out of your nose, turning your head to see your phone only an agonizing arms length away. 

    But your arms were out of the question, if your binds didn't give by now with all of your squirming, they weren't going to. He tied them too well.

    You slide as far to the edge as you can, then hold one of the bars on the wooden headboard to give you leverage as you turn your body sideways; groaning at the stretch on your shoulder.

    You bite your tongue and test your plan. You outstretch one of your legs, a sigh of relief as your foot reaches the device. You don't allow yourself to celebrate just yet.

     You struggle to rid yourself of your socks, but you manage. No way are you going to let it slip because something as simple as socks.

    You slowly nudge the phone off of the edge, catching it between your feet and breathing deeply as you pull yourself back fully onto the bed. Then, and only then, you let go of it and let it fall onto the dark grey blanket.

    With another steadying breath, you maneuver yourself awkwardly to kick and bump it up to your head. Freedom is almost within reach. You slide your hands down as far as they'll go and succeed in pinching it between your index and middle finger.

    As you're trying to get a better hold on it, pressing the power button —

  

    It slips from your fingers and lands between the bed and the wall.

    You let yourself cry some more.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

Your arms are losing their feeling, your skin tingling with the lack of blood flow and your muscles crying just as badly as you were.

    You could hear movement within the apartment. Muffled and unintelligible speech. Shadows passing under the door.

   You focus on the Lego black dahlia on his desk as you force yourself to stay calm.

By the time Seonghwa finally opens the door, you have managed to stop your tears and panic almost entirely; trying to think of a rational way to get out of this.

Clearly, he was fucked up in the head; so logical reasoning would probably be a lost cause.

But, also clearly, in his fucked up mind; he loved you and cared for you. At least in his own sick way.

So that was your plan of action. Get his heart soft and then get Mingi or San's attention.

You sniffle as he closes the door quickly behind him, trying to get some deep breaths in to calm yourself once more as you freak out at the mere sight of him. You get ready to act your ass off. But the duct tape on your mouth makes it a bit difficult.

You were sweating underneath it from the May heat, or maybe because your nerves. Your work clothes are damp and rumpled.

"Hey, Baby," he whispers, coming slowly to sit on the edge of the bed. He sits down the glass of water in his hand on the bedside table, he doesn't notice your missing phone. He sets a duffle bag by his feet. He hesitates, but places his hand on your thigh. "You must be really thirsty, all that crying..."

When he looks up and meets your eyes, you make them soft and begging, trying to even out your shallow, rapid breaths to make it seem like you aren't still freaking the absolute fuck out. "I know," he luckily doesn't notice the small flinch you have when he reaches and pets back your sweat-soaked baby hairs, "I know you're scared, but I'm still just me, okay?"

You move your eyes down to the tape on your mouth, humming quietly.

He sighs. Rubs the bridge of his nose. Looks at you with narrowed eyes before leaning forward and pinching the corner of it — and then he pauses. "Don't scream. Promise me you won't scream, okay?"

You nod quickly, maintaining eye contact with him to tell him you're truthful. To trick him into thinking you are.

"I'm gonna just," he pouts as he gets a good grip on the side of the tape, "rip it off like a band-aid, okay?"

You bite your tongue to prepare for the pain, but the intensity of the sting still makes you whimper; although thankfully you can keep your sounds to a minimum to satisfy him.

You immediately start sucking in breaths of fresh air, closing your eyes as they fill with tears once again. Of course you could breathe through your nose, but in a situation like this it was hard to get a good lung-full. Between panic and your crying making your nose stuffy, you were beginning to think he might accidentally let you suffocate.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, My Baby," he rubs his thumbs over the irritated skin gently, resting his forehead against your chest like he's shameful.

Simply replenishing your neglected lungs is enough to make you want to sob. But you can't. You can't have any of your real emotions showing to him. You take one last shivering breath before whispering, "Hwa?"

"Yes, Baby? Yes?" His head is up in a millisecond, he's cupping your cheeks and hovering over you.

"Can you untie me?" You see him begin to shake his head, so you kick your puppy dog eyes into high gear, "please, Mommy?" He halts his immediate rejection of the idea as you mutter that name, wanting to give in the second you do so. "Please? My arms are tingling, it hurts..."

He's still unsure of what to do, you can see him fighting with himself. So you let one single tear fall to give him a shove to the direction you want him to go, "Mommy?"

"Of- of course, Baby!" He quickly gets to untying your arms, tugging off the impromptu bindings made of some suit ties he found around the apartment, "I'm sorry, precious." He repeats himself. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

You don't believe him. You don't think he's actually sorry. A remorseful person wouldn't do any of this in the first place. "It's okay, Hwa," you sigh with relief as he lowers your dead-weighted arms to your sides. The itching from within your limbs intensifies as your blood begins moving around again; it isn't just uncomfortable now, no. Now it hurts.

You let him see these tears, and he wipes them away with his finger tips ever so gently. "I-I'm so sorry, my little angel. Mommy didn't mean to hurt you-"

"I know," you sniff, twitching your fingers to see just how long it will take for you to get feeling back enough to lift your arms. "I... I'm sorry I left you," you begin, choosing your words very carefully. He always knows when you're lying, so you tell the truth, for the most part. "I was just scared that... that we wouldn't work out. Because of how public your life is and when we those pictures of us got out I just-" You stop yourself as you find your voice getting louder, lowering it, "My first thought was, I just ruined his career... And I care about you too much to do that." At least you did.

He watches you intently as you speak, and then watches you some more. And then, "oh, my sweet girl." He dives ontop of you and wraps his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. "I love you so much, Baby. So, so, much! I would rather be with you than have this stupid career."

You can barely lift your forearms enough to rest your buzzing hands on his sides, but you manage, "don't say that, Hwa. You love your job."

"I love you more." He says without hesitation, his face still buried in your shoulder. "I love you more. I- I cherish you more than anything else in the world. I would set the goddamn world on fire if you said you were cold."

You take slow, calming breaths as you manage to fist the sides of his shirt in your fingers weakly.

    "I think- I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna be si-" He seems like he anticipated this, quickly snatching up the little trash can and helping you up calmly as you gag. "Oh my g-" You cut yourself off as you empty your stomach into the bin; the image of the man who gently rolled up your sleeves and listened to every word you said and kissed you like you were a fragile doll — it was gone. The man who made love to you like you were the last other person on Earth. Shattered. Replaced by your brain visualizing the words he spoke last night. All you can see is him hunched over a body, stabbing it so violently that he manages to decapitate it.

"It's okay, Baby," he rubs your back gently as you retch, "get it all out. I know, it's a lot to take in."

You hold the bin with all of your (admittedly weakened) might, hiding your face in it as you dry heave, tears flowing all the while.

You feel him stand, hear the zip of the duffle bag. You look over at him with as little movement as possible, "Hwa?" You're almost afraid that he's going to be pulling out instruments of terror, but what you see is arguably worse.

He's pulling out your clothes. From your apartment. From your room, your dresser and closet. "Hm?" He looks over softly, like he didn't just make you vomit with his words alone.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He pauses for a moment before he lets out an airy laugh, "kill you? I would never do that. Don't be silly." He opens up his dresser, pushing his clothes over to make room for yours.

If he's keeping your clothes here... he isn't letting you go.

"...Are you going to rape me?" Your voice trembles as you ask the question that's been on your mind since you woke up tied down.

"Baby," he pouts, abandoning his task to come and cup your heated cheeks; looking deep into your eyes, "Baby, no. No. I love you. I know this must be confusing for you, but I promise it's for your own good. For our own good. I need you, and you need me."

All you can do at this point is cry. He's right. This is fucking confusing. How is this the same man who rocked you to sleep when you had a nightmare? How is this the same man who was so kind and shy the first time you met?

"Here, Baby," he takes the can, sliding it away carefully. He picks up the glass of water by the bed and holds it to your lips. You hesitate. "It's just water." You eye it suspiciously.

"It's just water," he reiterates, taking a small sip, "see?"

When he puts it back to your lips, you gulp as much as you can in each swallow. You want to take the glass yourself and chug it, but your arms are just now feeling normal; if a little sore. And you need your strength.

You definitely need to go through with your plan, and soon. Your eyes have been flicking to the door ever since you woke up. More specifically; the crack under it. When a shadow passes underneath it, you almost yell out then and there. At least one of his roommates is home. If it's San, Wooyoung is probably hanging out with him too. You want to yell to them for help as soon as you see the shadow pass.

But that would be stupid. He could slap his hand over your mouth before you could even finish a single syllable.

He sets the empty glass back down and looks at you with something resembling softness.

"Are you going to let me go home?" You whisper, already dreading that you know the answer.

"No, Baby."

Well. Here goes nothing.

You wipe your brow and sniff, looking to the fan on the far side of the room. "Can you... can you turn that on, please, Mommy?"

It's a simple request that he can't deny, especially when you throw a 'Mommy' his way. He smiles lightly and pats your head before he goes to do just that.

The second he turns his back, you scramble to the wall furthest away from the one he's going to. When he crouches to turn the fan on, you start yelling. You start banging on the wall that you know is shared with Mingi's room.

"Help! Mingi!! Help me, Hwa's crazy!"

He falls to the floor, head swinging around to face you with wide eyes. He looks shocked, almost. "Baby, stop!"

"Help me, please! Mingi! San! Please, he killed someone! He won't let me leave! Min- noooo, get off me!"

You thankfully got a lot of words out - because of his distance and shock - before he got to you. He slams his body into yours, crushing you against the wall as his hands try to stop yours from their incessant banging — which Mingi and San have undoubtedly heard.

He didn't know how exactly he would explain this to his members. He was still workshopping that, to be completely honest. All he knew was that he couldn't let you leave his side ever, ever again.

"Mingi! Plea-" When one of his hands finally comes to cover your mouth, you bite at him like a rabid dog.

He slams his hand onto the wall before falling to the floor with you as you twist and turn in his arm.

"Please, someone help me!" You shout with a new wave of uncontrollable sobs as your weak arms start giving out from the exertion. You've ended up immobilized underneath him on the floor, flat on your stomach.

    If he wanted to take back his words and kill you, he wouldn't have any problem doing so.

    There's nothing you can do to defend yourself. No weapons within reach.

     You look around frantically, and spot something under his bed. Barely peeking out from between two storage boxes — the missing lego piece.

    The stalk of the flower. If you aimed it right, you might be able to do some damage.

   You claw for it.

"Baby, stop! Stop fighting!" He growls as he manages to pin your arms to your sides, essentially bear hugging you. "Why did you do that?" Crushing all hope, he drags you back up and forces you to bend over the bed; his chest against your back, holding you down.

"You're crazy!!"

"Hey, let go of her!" A wave of relief rushes through you as you hear the door slam open, Wooyoungs yell following soon there after.

"Oh, thank god! Young-ie! He's crazy!! He cut someone's head off-"

"Stop!"

"He drugged me! He broke into my apartment and kidnapped me! Please, get him off me!! Get him off! Don't let him hurt me!"

"Get off her, man! What the hell is wrong with you?" You feel San struggling with Seonghwa as he keeps his arms locked around you tight.

Mingi is standing in the doorway with wide eyes, watching the scene unfold. When he heard you screaming, he didn't know what to think of it. If it was a sick joke you and Hwa were playing or what. But the terror in your voice couldn't be ignored as you called out for help. It was entirely too bone chilling to be faked.

He'll never forget that scream of 'no' you let out as he heard your body thud against the wall. You sounded like you were facing the Devil himself and about to be dragged to the underworld. Pure dread.

Wooyoung is in the same boat, watching in horror as San tries to free you. He was in the hallway when you screamed. He heard it so clearly. Like you were right next to him. You begged for anyone to help you like you were on the verge of dying. You sounded so broken.

"Shit-" he runs to help San free you from his grasp, prying his fingers off of your arms while he tries pulls him back, "Hyung, stop! Look at what you're doing to her!" His nails are dug into your skin, little streaks of blood trailing down your arms and staining the gray sheets.

"You can't take her from me! You don't understand!"

"Mingi, go-" San hisses as Seonghwa steps on his foot, "go, get the others! Hurry!"

They still aren't exactly sure what was going on. What they did know for certain was that you were right, Seonghwa was not in his right mind.

   It isn't the first time they've witnessed him hurt someone. All the other times though, it was another member. And he was always angry.

   He didn't sound angry, he sounded terrified as they tried to take you away.

As Mingi ran as fast as humanly possible, he heard him yell. "You can't take her! Please!"

    Wooyoung is successful in prying one of your arms free, and you cling to his neck like he's a life-saver in the middle of the ocean. "Oh my god, Young-ie! He's crazy!" You cry nearly unintelligible as you're pulled around between them.

    "Damn it, Hyung! Let go!" San finally succeeds in tearing the taller man away from you completely, falling to the floor with him. "What the fuck, man!?" He quickly flips them over, holding down the older man down by his shoulders. 

     "Get off me!" Seonghwa thrashes, eyes never once leaving you as you crumble, hugging Wooyoungs neck and crying into his shirt as you prattle on about what he's done; though very little of it is comprehensible. Wooyoung helps you kneel on the bed, looking at you worriedly.

   Despite your rocky start with him, you came to call him a friend along with Yeosang. He was always over when you came over to visit Seonghwa, so you spent a good amount of time with him.

    When he wraps his arms around you in a comforting manner, and Seonghwa fucking snaps. "Don't touch her! I'll kill you, Jung Wooyoung! Get your filthy hands off her, I'll break your fucking fingers! Please," he breathes heavily as he struggles against San, shocking them even more with his three sixty change of tone of voice, "don't touch her... She's My Baby. You can't take her..."

    He wraps his arms around you tighter, holding you as you cry into his shirt.

      He thinks that his Hyung has finally lost it. He's had episodes of... something... before; but never like this. Never digging his nails into someone like an animal protecting its kill from vultures. Never threatening to break a members fingers because they touched something he thinks that they shouldn't have.

     "Hyung, what did you do...?" San asks, turning his head and seeing the way you shudder and curl up on yourself. His hold on him faults for only a second, but that's all Seonghwa needs to knock him off balance and throw the man off of him with all his strength.

      You're yanked away from Wooyoung by your belt, plucked off the bed; landing with a thud and a yelp before being drug across the hardwood as you scream. "No, no!"

    He drags you all the way to a corner while the men recuperate, slamming his back into the wall and pulling you into his chest. He pulls his knees up and effectively shields you from the world while you fight against him weakly.  "Shhh, it's okay, Baby."

    "Stop..." Is all you can weep, swatting at his hands as he wipes your ever following tears until you start to lose feeling in your arms again. No, that's not it. They aren't tingly. They're heavy. No, no, no, no. "You fucker... there was s-something in the water?" Your vision is going blurry, just like last night.

    "Just another sleeping pill, sweet girl," he sniffles as he fixes your messy hair, "I knew you'd be acting like a brat..."

     Wooyoung hugs San's arm tightly as they watch with wide eyes, almost afraid to move. What the actual fuck is going on?

    Your eyes meet theirs over Seonghwas knees, begging silently before he rolls your heavy head back to face him. You don't have the energy to move again after that, only giving him a feeble glare through your dazed and tearful eyes.

    You're fighting as hard as you can against the sleeping pill he'd forced you to ingest on an empty stomach. At least last night, he put it in the food. That helped you to delay your inevitable unconsciousness.

    "(Y/n)?!" You hear with a parade of quick footsteps. Yeosang, you manage to connect the voice to the man who you considered a friend. He won't let Seonghwa hurt me, you think. Now that the calvary is here, you allow yourself to finally close your eyes. Sleep takes you quickly, and you can only hope to wake up somewhere safe.

     They enter the room as you slump in Seonghwa's hold. His gaze still fixed on your face with tears of his own in his eyes. He cradles your face in one hand, the other holding you to his chest tightly.

    They look around slowly, trying to connect the dots.

    The blood on the sheets, and the wounds on your arms that must be the source.

    The empty glass with a residue in it.

    San and Wooyoung afraid to move after their Hyungs violent behavior.

    The ties still on the head rest, and your irritated wrists.

   The bite mark on Seonghwa's hand.

    "What the fuck." Wooyoung whispers, not as a question. As a statement.

    What the fuck, indeed.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

After a long moment of tense silence, nobody daring to move a muscle; Hongjoong is the one to do so.

He slowly steps forward, stopping the other members from following him by holding out his arm.

It's quiet beside Seonghwa's light sniffs as he admires your sleeping face. Hongjoong is almost on his tip toes to be as silent as possible.

He stops just over an arms length away, crouching down, "...Hwa?"

The man jumps, wrapping both of his arms around you. San and Wooyoung flinch at his sudden movement, still holding onto each other after what they'd witnessed. Mingi is holding Yunho's hand so tightly his knuckles are starting to lose their color.

"Joong," he blinks as if coming to recognize the man in front of him, "Hongjoong... please. You can't take her away from me."

The leader looks over to the others, then around the room again. "What did you do, Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, going back to looking at your peaceful face, "I d- I..."

Wooyoung silently comes behind Hongjoong, leaning down to his ear and whispering, "he drugged her, he admitted it. She said he killed s-"

"I had to!" Hwa's head snaps up to glare at the younger member.

"Hyung, maybe I should-" Yeosang steps forward, reaching out to grab you as San yells to warn him —

"I wouldn't touch her!"

Seonghwa grabs Yeosang's wrist, squeezing it with all of his might, "I will break your fucking arm." He threatens before throwing his arm, making him stumble back with shock evident on his face.

"Okay, Hwa! Calm down." Hongjoong raises his hands as he kneels and slides between the two, "look," he waves his hands slightly, "I'm not going to take her. We aren't gonna take her. We're just worried, 'kay? You can't see how crazy this looks from the outside, right? Why don't you tell us what's going on?"

Hongjoong is his best friend. He's been there through every up and down of his unstable emotions. He's the only one Hwa isn't eyeing like they're about to jump him.

He knows how to handle their Hyung.

"Hey, why don't we all go to living room, huh? We can give you some space while you explain things."

They do just that.

The six younger members are sitting along the wall, watching with varying degrees of fear and confusion and anxiety.

Hongjoong tells Seonghwa to sit you down on the arm chair, and he begrudgingly agrees. You curl up on yourself in your sleep. "I should put her in bed-"

He immediately goes to pick you back up, but Hongjoong places a hand to his chest; shaking his head. "She's okay, Hyung. How long has she been in there, anyway? She'll probably appreciate being somewhere else, don't you think?"

The oldest member seems to be fighting himself. He wants to change you out of those uncomfortable office clothes and settle you in front of the fan to have a comfortable sleep. "I can't- I-"

"Sit down, Hyung," he gently leads the man to sit on the couch across from the members, and he's the only one who sits within reach; right next to him.

Their eyes are going from you to him to the floor, they desperately want to ask for answers — but they know better than to overwhelm him when he's having an episode. They let Hongjoong handle it.

"Did you drug her?" He starts asking questions, one by one so as not to spook him.

Seonghwa finally tears his gaze away from you, looking down. "Yes." Their hearts drop.

"Did you... kill someone?"

He's silent.

"Hyung?"

"Yes."

Their hearts fall to their stomachs. Yunho puts a hand over his mouth, squeezing Mingi's hand back with the other.

"Will you tell us who?" Hongjoong swallows around the lump in his throat.

"Lee Namsun. Her-" He has to take a deep breath as he finds himself getting angry at the very thought of the man- "her ex-boyfriend."

Hongjoong leans back into the couch, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Seonghwa, you know I have to ask. Why? H-how?"

"Because he deserved it. He hurt her. I... I followed him from his job and I stabbed him in the neck. I decapitated him and I threw him in the river. Last night. Before I got her."

He says it so nonchalantly that it takes a moment for them to process it. "Ooookay," Hongjoong finally nods, clearing his throat and pushing back his tears as he sets a hand on Seonghwa's knee. "Uhm, and why- uh- why did you kidnap her? Because she broke up with you?"

"Because I need her. She needs me! I-"

"What were you gonna do to her?" Wooyoung speaks from the wall, his death glare like nothing else.

"Nothing! I love her-"

Wooyoung stands up abruptly, despite the way Jongho tries to pull him back. He points at the man accusingly, "you had her bent over the bed for 'nothing'? Yah, be real! You were going to ra-"

"I would never do that!"

"Yeah, fucking right! You already drugged her and tied her to your bed-"

"I wouldn't! You think I'm a monster?!"

"Yes! Yes, Hyung! You are a crazy person and I'm tired of pretending that you aren't!"

"Wooyoung," San exclaims, jumping up quickly to hold him back as he sees Seonghwa's eyes getting darker by the moment.

"I'm crazy? Is that what you think of me?!" Hongjoong is holding back Seonghwa in a similar manner.

"Yeah, you are! You think it's normal that we have to fucking tip-toe around you when you're upset!? You- oh my God!" He laughs in disbelief, gesturing to your figure; knocked into a dead-sleep from the drugs even as the men yell. "You think it's a-o-fucking-kay to kidnap someone because they break up with you?! Look at yourself, you're delusional! You don't love her and you're certainly not above raping her-"

"Wooyoung! That's enough!" Hongjoong snaps, making the man finally shut up; his jaw tight and his glare never ending.

The air is charged with anger and tension.

"I'll kill you," Seonghwa fumed, "I will fucking kill you. If you ever-" He reaches before Hongjoong can stop him, before Wooyoung can move away; and fists the man's shirt. Nose to nose, "ever say that shit again. I killed that bastard because he hurt her. You think I'm gonna do the same shit? If you ever say that again... I will kill you where you stand. I don't care if there's a million cameras on us. Say I don't love her, say I'd hurt her like that — and you're a dead man. Got it?"

Wooyoung gulps. This is the second time in less than an hour that his close friend has threatened his life, and he can tell by the look in his eyes that he means it.

"...Got it."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

After that, none of the members dared to speak any of their thoughts. Only Hongjoong. And he was very, very careful with what he said.

He gently coaxed everything they needed to know out of him.

   How he got into your apartment, which was by way of the spare key he saw Yejin use. How he knew Yejin wouldn't suspect him: because he left out the door while the camera was still on and then used your phone to turn it off before coming back to get you. How he texted her from it so she wouldn't know you were 'missing' yet.

    "Where is it now?" Hongjoong asks, keeping himself as calm as possible as his mind races a million thoughts per second.

   "On my nightstand."

   "Hyung," Mingi whispers, clearly afraid to speak up, "no, it's not. I didn't see it, at least..."

     Seonghwa looks to your sleeping form, then down the hall.

    "She couldn't have called for help, right?" Yunho whispers as well, "you had her tied up." He's afraid that he'll be caught in the crosshairs if the police come knocking any minute. In their hurry, none of the members grabbed their phones. If they had, he would have called them himself. But now it's too late for that. Until Hongjoong figures something out, they're stuck in this apartment with the ticking tomb bomb that is their oldest member.

    "Fuck-" He stands up quickly, running down the hall with Hongjoong following quickly after.

    While they and Yunho search his room, Yeosang quickly scrambles over to you. The first time he's moved since they all sat down almost two hours ago now. "Hyung," San murmurs even though there's no chance he'll be heard over the frantic search. "What are you doing? He's crazy, if he sees you touching her-"

    "Shh," he shushes him quickly, placing two fingers on your wrist and breathing a sigh of relief as he feels your heart beating normally. "Jesus," he sniffs back his tears as he searches your body for the missing phone. If he finds it first, he can call the police before Seonghwa even comes back to the living room. But it's not there.

    "Hey," he whispers as he shakes your shoulder, "wake up. Wake up, please." He almost thinks it's a lost cause before you groan, slapping at his hand clumsily. "Hey, where's your phone?"

    "Sang?" You slur as you fight to open your eyes.

    "Where's your phone?" He asks urgently, slapping your cheek lightly as your eyes attempt to close again. "Hurry."

    "I dropped- the bed and... wall," you manage to mumble before your eyes shut, grabbing onto his sleeve in your last waking moment.

   "They won't find that, right?" Yeosang turns to look at the others as he puts a hand over yours comfortingly, even though he knows you won't notice it.

    "Not unless the ringer is on," Wooyoung bites at his nails, shaking his head, "it'll look weird if we suddenly go try to help look."

   "We could tell Seonghwa that she woke up, when he comes to-"

   "I got it!" Hongjoongs yell breaks any hope of that plan.

   Yeosang looks from you to the door. It's too late for that. Should have thought of it sooner.

    "When did you turn her location off? Where's the last place it pinged?"

    He's back at his spot on the wall when they return, phone in hand.

    "Uhm, by the convenience store. I didn't think of it until I was almost home..."

    "We can drop her off there, never speak of this again. She'll just seem like-"

    "No!" It's Hongjoongs turn to be grabbed by the shirt, "no! I can't let her go! I can't- I can't function without her! Please, please... You don't understand."

    Hongjoongs eyes are wider than ever. Seonghwa has never gotten physical with him before. Not even during his worst episodes. He feels like his heart just might explode as he gets his first taste of what the rest of the members have been through. It's beyond terrifying. Hwa looks unhinged this close. Well — more unhinged.

    "O-okay, Hyung... Just, let me down?"

    Seonghwa takes a moment to realize. He's pushed the leader to the wall and has him pinned to it, hovering just above the floor. He steps back, and Hongjoong's feet hit the floor with a thud. "I'm sorry... I- I-" He places his hands over his mouth in shock at his own actions. "I'm sorry, Hongjoong. But you don't get it... I can't live without her. I can barely sleep not knowing if she's okay, if she's taken care of! I think I might kill myself if-"

   "Hyung, please..."

   "I'm serious." One look at the man tells everyone that he is.

    Despite everything he's done to them, and now you — he's still their Hyung. Their oldest member. Their friend. The man who encouraged them. Looked out for them, going on a decade.

   "We'll figure something out..."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

    Your head hurts. Everything hurts. Your stomach is in knots. You swallow, and it burns your raw throat.

    Everything comes back to you like a bad dream; in bits and pieces.

    "Yeo-" You groan out weakly. He's the last thing you remember. "Yeosang," you call for him, tears lining your eyes the second they open and see that you're still in the apartment.

    He quickly comes into your blurry field of view, his eyes sad and a finger to his lips, "shhhh."

    "What's goin' on?"

   "Keep your voice down," his words sound like a distorted radio, slowly becoming clearer as you further awaken, "he's in the other room."

   "Huh?"

   Their manager had come when Hongjoong used San's phone to call him; with Seonghwa looking on the entire time. They'd been in his room for forty five minutes by this point. Muffled conversation was all that the other members heard for the entire time, none of them dared to speak up and start a conversation of their own.

     Mingi had started crying at some point, and Wooyoung and San were silently holding him.

   "Why isn't he-" you go to stand up, quickly falling into Yeosang's arms when your knees give out.

    "Shhh, if he hears you, he'll come running," he soothes you quietly, rubbing your back as you begin to sob. "I'm so sorry."

    You slam a hand over your mouth as you whimper, curling up on the floor in his arms. You're putting the pieces together, he can tell. His apology says more than that he's sorry for what's happening to you — it says that he's apart of it now.

     "Get-" you shove him away, hyperventilating, "don't touch me." You look at each of the members in the room with wild eyes. "What are you doing? What are you doing?!" You don't care that Seonghwa will hear you. "You bunch of cowards!" You use the chair as leverage to hoist yourself up, even as you stumble. "You're gonna let him get away with this? Young-ie?"

    He looks away at your broken questioning of his actions. He's too deep in now.

    You hear the door down the hall open, and your heart drops to your feet. "(Y/n)?"

   You dash for one of the members. You don't know why you chose him. Maybe because he's got muscles. Maybe you think he'll protect you. Maybe because you didn't know him before, so you don't feel as betrayed by him.

   Seonghwa comes running into the living room, Hongjoong and someone you don't recognize behind him.

    You cower behind Jongho, and he does protect you. At least for now. He reaches back and places a hand on your arm, the other outreached to stop Seonghwa from grabbing at you.

    "Stay away from me!" You yelp as you grab the back of Jonghos shirt, backing into the wall and dragging him with you.

    "Yah!" It's the first time that he's spoke since this entire fiasco started, and it makes Hwa jump back. "Listen to me! You're freaking her out. Let her breathe. Let her breathe, okay? Give her some space. She's having a panic attack, can't you see that?"

    Seonghwa looks between the two of you a few times before taking your appearance in more closely. You're breathing heavily, ribs shaking with the force of each forceful intake. Your hands are trembling, knuckles losing their color as you hold onto Jongho's shirt tightly, and the grip on the fabric is the only thing that keeps you from falling over completely. "Okay..." He backs away slowly, biting his lip. All he wants to do is snatch you up and rock you in his arms until you feel better. "I'm sorry, Baby," his voice is met with cries as you slide down the wall.

    "This can't be happening! This ca-can't be real!" Jongho slowly lowers himself to sit infront of you, putting up a wall between you and the eldest member. He looks him in his eyes, almost daring him to try and grab you. He doesn't know what's come over him, but since you sought him out for protection; he won't let you down in that regard. "I trusted you! Oh, my God! I slept with you- I slept with- oh, my God!"

Mingi covers his ears as you sob, leaning further into Wooyoungs arms. Yunho covers his mouth as finds himself letting out a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as they fill with tears.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Yeosang is completely detaching from reality to protect himself from his friends weeping, staring at the ceiling; not even noticing as his cheeks become wet by his crying. San wants to curl in a ball and disappear, deeply disappointed in himself for allowing this to happen — but also not being brave enough to lose his Hyung.

"Why!? Answer me!"

Seonghwa wipes his eyes, looking away. Hongjoong puts a hand on his back, and he turns quickly; hugging him tightly and hiding his face in his shoulder. Their manager is watching with...unease.

"Answer me..." You pant through your tears, falling onto your side. "Hwa..."

He moves his head ever so slowly from Hongjoongs shoulder, meeting your tearful eyes with his own.

"Why?" You choke out, grabbing back onto Jongho's shirt as Seonghwa turns around to face you fully.

    He slowly moves, like he has to hold himself back from rushing in and grabbing you. Because if he doesn't, he will.

    "Why?" He repeats you, sitting infront of Jongho but looking right past him. Looking at you. Like you're the only thing in the world. "I didn't know what else to do... Loving you is the best thing I've ever done. And I couldn't let you just leave. Not when I know you feel the same way. I can't let the world tear us apart. I know- I-" He shakes his head, "I never... I never felt this way about anyone before. You make me so scared. I love you so much. I can't rest knowing you're out in the world without me. I need to take care of you. I need to know you're safe. I need to know you're mine. I can't let anyone else have you."

    Everyone in the room is staring at him with wide eyes, quiet cries and sniffs from all around as you all realize he's too far gone to ever let you go without a fight.

   "You're my Baby."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

When his words only served to make you cry more, unable to barely breathe when you realized nobody in the room was going to go against him, Hongjoong finally tore him away; giving you space to wail out every emotion you were slammed with.

You were staring at the floor blankly by now. Still laid on your side. Still behind Jongho, who was like a loyal guard dog. Still in between a state of terror and shock and betrayal and numbness. They come in waves.

    You don't register any of the very long conversation that they had with their manager. You don't register anything. You're gone in your own head until Hwa comes into your view again.

    "Baby? Can you hear me?"

    "...Yes."

    "Are you ready to get off the floor now? I promise I won't tie you up again." Because you don't have to, you want to snap, you have everyone on your side. "You have to be hungry by now, right? It's been a whole day-"

    "I don't want to eat anything from you." You state simply, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. "That didn't go very well for me last time."

    He sighs, patting Jongho's shoulder. The man gives you one last sad look before standing up and going to join the rest of the group in the hallway, where hushed conversation continues. Leaving you alone with him.

    You swallow around the lump in your throat, looking up at him with a new batch of tears brewing in your eyes. You are hungry. You're thirsty and sore and scared and you feel like your skin is crawling.

   "Don't cry, Baby," he whispers softly as he kneels down beside you, lacing his fingers in yours, "no more tears."

    "I c-can't help it," you finally break your facade of strength, of numbness to the situation, "I'm scared..."

    "C'mere, angel," you allow him to pull you up and cradle you to his chest. "You don't have to be scared. Mommy will take care of you."

    No. No. No. No. Not now. Please.

   You're so stressed out and tired, your inner child is clawing to come out. To just let him do what he promises he will. To let him take care of you.

  He can tell. He can always tell.

  "Aren't you hungry, Baby? You need to eat. I can make something in front of you, that way you know I won't give you anything. Will that make you less scared?" He pets your head, like you're a doll with the softest hair.

   Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop talking like that.

  "...Yes."

   He smiles inwardly as he stands with you in his arms. You don't have it in you to fight right now. You cry silently as you allow yourself to be carried to the kitchen.

    You catch the others eyes as he carries you past the entrance to the hall. You briefly register that their pinkies are all locked together, most of them with tearful eyes.

    "Hyung?" They begin to file out of the hallway and follow you, watching him closely as he sets you on the counter.

    He soothes out your rumpled office clothes and kisses your forehead even as you grimace. "Poor Baby. I promise I won't let you go hungry again."

     Your promises don't mean anything.

You swallow your tears, looking over to Yeosang; who quickly turns away. "I think," he clears his throat, "I'm going to go to bed."

Yunho quickly joins his side, and he's brave enough to meet your gaze. Only for a brief moment. "I'm sorry, (Y/n)-nim." He bows deeply to you before following Yeosang out of the door.

These assholes seriously aren't going to help...

Jongho does the same. Then the manager, who hadn't spoken one word to you. San and Mingi settle themselves at the table with far off looks in their eyes. Hongjoong joins them, similarly not gutsy enough to look at you.

As Seonghwa gathers some things from the pantry, Wooyoung is quick to approach you, leaning in to whisper. "Keep your head on straight, okay? Don't let this fucker break you. I'll find a way to help you."

He's gone as quickly as he came, giving you a more than ninety degree bow before leaving out of the front door, making a point to glare at Hwa as he slams it.

You want to believe him. You want to have hope — you have to have hope.

Wooyoung, no matter how betrayed you felt by him at the moment, is right. You won't let Seonghwa crush you so easily.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Are you serious?" You deadpan at him.

"Yes."

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as a way to comfort yourself at the very idea of what he's proposed. San and Mingi had left after a very awkward dinner, leaving you staring at Seonghwa incredulously; Hongjoong along with you. "Hyung, maybe you could let that slide, just tonight... Don't you think she's been through a lot already? Maybe you could just go to bed?" He suggests lightly, picking at his nail polish.

"You'll feel better after a shower, right, Baby?"

"Fuck you- ow!" You hold your head after he gives you a smack upside it, glaring at him.

"It's been a long day. You've been in those sweaty work clothes for twenty four hours. You're taking a shower. Got it? I'm not going to let My Baby be filthy." You let your jaw drop, looking over to Hongjoong; who still hasn't met your eyes the entire time you've been here.

"Are you going to let him get away with this- hey! Put me down!" You yell as Seonghwa comes up behind you and lifts you from your waist, holding you tightly as you pull at his arms.

"Goodnight, Hongjoong," Seonghwa says like he isn't hauling your writhing figure away.

You're determined to put up a fight. If nobody else is going to help you, you'll have to help yourself. "Go to hell, Hongjoong!" You scream as Hwa carries you down the hall, grabbing at every door frame you pass to slow him down.

"Don't be so rude, Baby," his tone makes you laugh, you feel like you're already losing your mind. You have a right to be rude in this situation. "I know this is going to be a hard transition for you, but it'll all be okay."

You fall to the tile floor of the bathroom as you finally struggle your way out of his hold. Your muscles are still heavy with the weight of who knows how many sleeping pills he gave you. "Hwa, seriously... don't make me shower in front of you." Your heart is pounding against your ribs with a vengeance as you see him lock the door. You put on your best begging face, though all you really want to do is scream and claw at him. But that hadn't gotten you anywhere but here.

He seems to consider it, but all that does it crush your hopes harder when he shakes his head. "Sorry, angel. You need to clean up. And I can't trust you to not do anything stupid."

All you do is stare.

"Come on, I know you're tired. The sooner you get c-"

"No."

He pauses, his jaw tightening. "Baby, if you aren't under the water in the next minute I will wash you myself."

No, he won't- You similarly pause. You don't know what he will or won't do, to be completely honest with yourself. A week ago, you'd've laughed in someone's face if they told you he'd drug and kidnap you. "What?"

"Get in the shower, or I will get in with you."

"Seriously?"

"Your time is already almost up."

"Are you fucking kidding-" You yelp as he leans forward quickly, grappling at your belt. "Hey! Stop! Stop it, I get it, I'll do it-"

"It's too late for that," you find tears welling up in your eyes for the umpteenth time as he speaks; yanking your belt off, "I know that you know the rules, Baby. They haven't changed. So stop being a brat. Stop cursing, stop being rude. Do you understand me?"

"Yes..." You whimper as he yanks away your pants, and scramble out of his reach with big eyes, "I can do the rest."

He takes a slow, calming breath before nodding. "Thank you, Baby." You flinch as he leans and kisses your head. You know that he's going to live up to his threat of showering with you as he begins undressing himself.

You have to take a moment to collect yourself before you start doing the same so that you don't have a repeat of this morning and lose the only food you've got today.

"Please, can't I do it on my own?" You try one last time as he turns on the water, your arms wrapped around yourself protectively.

"No," he pulls you forward and under the spray of hot water, making you recoil at the sudden sensation, "you lost your chance. Next time do what I ask, okay, Baby?"

"Okay..."

"Okay?"

"...Yes, Mommy."

He places a kiss on your forehead that could have felt like affection. But it's much too piercing and invasive to your heart.

You try to detach yourself from your body, you try so hard. But it won't let you leave. You're forced to feel every soft touch of his hands as he washes you clean.

Thankfully, truthfully to his words, he never tries to do anything even remotely sexual. Seonghwa is a lot of things, but he isn't a liar. Not to you.

His soul would never let him, it never has. Ever since the beginning, when he found himself blurting out the truth of his identity before he could stop himself.

His touch is innocent as he turns you around to wash your back, and you can't decide if that's somehow worse. If you'd rather him just be a through and through monster instead of going back and forth between soft moments and terrifying admittances of murder and obsession. You suppose not. At least there's some bit of your Hwa that you can try to hang onto until you get away.

"Hwa?" You speak lowly, just over the pitter-patter of the water.

"Yes?" He's moved you gently out of the way as he washes himself up, allowing you to try to hide yourself in the corner.

"What's going to happen now?"

"We'll go to bed," he shrugs, tilting his head back and looking over at you as he rinses the shampoo from his head.

"That's not what I mean and you know it," you hold yourself back from throwing a curse word at him, not wanting to anger him now that he's calmed down.

"We're going on a couple weeks hiatus until you get settled. While our manager sorts some stuff out. I'll go by your apartment again tomorrow and get you anything you want. Be thinking of a list."

He says it all so casually. Like this isn't entirely life altering and deeply fucked up.

You slide down the corner of the shower and wrap your arms around your knees.

The irony isn't entirely lost on you, but you can't focus on it at the moment. You broke up with him because you didn't want drama or stress, and you got it slapped back in your face ten-fold with a big side dish of trauma.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what he would say. He lets you have your moment to yourself until he turns off the water.

You let him wrap his arms around you and heave you up. When he wraps a large towel around you, you hold onto it for dear life, thankful to finally have some cover.

He wraps one around his hips before leading you back into the room the day started in by your hand. He knows you won't be making a run for it right now.

He closes the door and suddenly you feel like you're in an entirely different world. Like everything has shrunk around you. Like it's suffocating you. Like the world has wrapped its hand around your neck.

"You know how I said the rules haven't changed Baby?" He had them set in place for you while you were dating, for when you were in little space. Simple things, things you appreciated at the time. Like set a reminder to eat and don't be mean and always remember your manners.

"Yes..." You try to ignore the fact that he already has your clothes mixed in with his in his dresser, but it makes you want to gag.

    "They haven't for me either, okay?" You had some for him as well, when he acted as your care giver. No taking away comfort items, always ask how you feel before doing something new, things that made you feel safe.

    You didn't know how safe you could feel when he had broken into your apartment and rifled through your things. "Okay..." It didn't matter anyway, you were out of here the first chance you got.

    "I have some new ones for you." He hums as he hands you a pair of pajamas, giving you the freedom to dress yourself as he does the same.

    "I don't want you touching the front door. Even if someone we know is knocking, stay away from the entrance. You're going to eat with us at every meal. And this last one is very important," he cups your cheeks to make you look up at him, "don't look anyone else in the eyes." Your eyebrows crease with confusion, and he elaborates, "you're My Baby. Only mine."

    His voice is stern. Leaves no room for any type of rebuttal. "Okay?"

   "Oka-" You stop yourself, remember your manners, "yes, Mommy."

    "There's my sweet girl." You hate the way his smile makes you think back to times when things were okay. When they were perfect.

    When you crawl into the bed after he gestures, you curl up as close to the wall as you can possibly get while he turns off the light.

    He knows you're afraid of the dark, so he isn't surprised that you let him hold you without a fight. Any comfort is better than none in the darkness.

    And you'll cling to any comfort you can get as the void leaves you with nothing but your own mind.

    You're feeling entirely too many emotions all at once, but above all — betrayal.

Yeosang, Wooyoung... you considered them friends. You considered them good people. You thought that of all of them.

Nobody is coming to save you.

Nobody did save you. They had the chance. Were they cowards or were they his victims as well? Probably a heavy mixture of both.

The only people who might be looking for you will be Miss Lee and Yejin. Yejin... Yejin... She thinks you're mad at her. She doesn't even know you're missing yet. How long will it take? Seonghwa has the resources to cover his tracks pretty well. Will she even be able to connect the dots? Will she be able to even fathom the idea that an idol is holding you captive? An idol that you were dating?

That you were dating...

He, above all, has betrayed you. Forget Yeosang. Forget Wooyoung. San. Mingi. Any of his group mates. Forget his manager. Forget the world.

You let him into your life. You thought he was a good man. He acted like one. You thought he was the one.

Seonghwa seems to sense your oncoming panic attack, because he wraps his arms around you tighter and rubs your sides right before you break into a fit of loud, ugly sobs.

"Shhhh," he coos sweetly, resting his head on your back; holding you tight. "It's okay."

It is not fucking okay.

"Stop, stop," you cry quietly for nothing in particular, "stop." You don't know what you want to stop. Maybe everything. Everything. You want everything to stop.

You begin to thrash in his arms, his apparent ease in holding you down only serving to make you more panicked. "Stop." You say it louder. "Make it stop. Stop."

You fight and cry, fight and cry. But you don't get anywhere. You can't get away. "Make it stop! Make it stop! Please, I've had enough!"

You let out a scream of terror into the dead of night, all of your thoughts entirely too much for your overwhelmed brain to handle.

"STOP!!"

❝Ptolemaea❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

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Ghost with a Crush

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, mentions of past trauma, knives

Notes: our silent n broody bbg Simon Riley will forever hold my heart 😩

first of all he doesn’t

at least not in the typical sense

he’s so emotionally blocked that he doesn’t even realize that he likes you for like 4 months

obviously has a lot of ✨trauma✨ surrounding trusting people and just basic human interaction that once he knows he likes you he’ll retreat into wherever and not talk to anyone for weeks

after he gets over himself he realizes that NOT knowing you would be worse than getting hurt

a lot of just staring at the start

like he’ll just stare at you for hours if he could because he almost can’t believe you’re real 😭

if you’re a soldier he absolutely doesn’t want you to be in that line of work

when you have to go on missions with him, he’s almost always completely distracted because keeping you safe is at the forefront of his mind

if you run off to do something reckless, even if you succeed and it helps the mission, he flips his shit

constantly checking in on you over the comms, so much so that you start to think he doesn’t have trust in you

always puts himself between you and whatever danger you’re facing

if you get injured he absolutely loses it

“Ghost, it’s fine, it’s not even that deep of a-” “let me look at it” “really, it’s fine I-” “sit your ass down and let me fuckin’ look at it.”

he really does have a staring problem

when you and the team go out for drinks he death glares at every single man, even if they aren’t looking at you

god forbid one comes up to talk to you 🤭

if one so much as TRIES to flirt with you he’s already fiddling (plotting a murder) with his knife

will cut a bitch

the first few months after he accepts that he likes you he’s just constantly h o v e r i n g

is always in the same room as you just coexisting peacefully in silence

he doesn’t mean to do it, your presence just calms him down and makes the noise in his head stop for a little while

eventually he gets insanely attached to you and will put your life above his 🫠

[th3-3d3n-g4rd3n]

I’m dying scavenging the internet for more Carl grimes x fem! reader fics. I love the idea of wear the hat ride the cowboy. Maybe with the virgin trope if you write that. Love some smut! No Rush, get to it when/ if you get to it! ❤️

omg this is beautiful and you’re so sweet

(i had to write this twice because i forgot to save it the first time so i’m sorry it took so long 😭🫶)

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virgin! Carl Grimes x fem!reader

(reader and Carl are 18+) (i kinda pictured Carl being 18 and reader being like 22 but you can picture however you want)(suggested that the reader isn't a virgin)

cw: established relationship, riding, kindaaa subby Carl, I’m actually so unserious in the intro, dry humping, reader calls Carl cowboy, Carl is vocal and his parents are downstairs, premature ejac... he's very eager bless him, fem receiving oral

1024 words

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Carl Grimes is adorable. That’s the only word that comes to your mind right now, adorable.

His consistent smile, adorable. His random compliments throughout the day, adorable. His hugs from behind when he wants your attention, adorable. And, you KNOW that it should just warm your heart but for some reason, it’s warming somewhere else (if ya know what I mean…)

You and Carl were given the afternoon off so, you'd decided to read comics in his bedroom. You had eventually gotten a little bored (and bothered) so, what else to do but annoy your beautiful boyfriend?

Snatching his hat, you place it on your head and smirk up at him, sticking your tongue out. Jokingly, he rolls his eyes and says, “hey, careful. You know what they say?” You giggle at his response, “what do they say, Carl. Tell me” you reply, not knowing where he’s going with this, “wear the hat, ride the cowboy!” he chuckles.

You smile at his goofiness, before you got an idea.

You sit up and straddle his lap, “oh yeah, Cowboy? You want me to ride you?” you say with confidence that you must’ve pulled from your ass because you have no idea where that came from (hehe). For a moment, his flushed face and unhinged jaw that the boy below you presents make you think that you’ve made him uncomfortable. You consider getting off and just walking away, taking the embarrassment and probably never talking again. That was until he starts shaking his head yes rapidly.

His hands latch onto your hips, “are you being serious? Like, is that an actual offer?” You giggle a bit at his enthusiastic tone, "yeah... If you want me?"

"Hell yeah!" he shouts with wide eyes, to which you have to cover his mouth, "as much as I love your enthusiasm, stay quiet, Carl", you chuckle a bit to yourself at the situation, "your parents are downstairs," you remind him. His mouth drops to an O shape and he smirks in realisation, "oh shit... yeah."

You both sit there in silence for a minute, making sure that nobody was coming upstairs. When you hear nothing, you take the initiative to start moving your hips on top of his, catching him by surprise and making him sharply moan under the change of friction. You clasp your hand over his mouth oncemore, quickly realising how vocal the boy would be.

It doesn't take long before the boy's chest is heaving up and down, his lightly freckled face had been flushed with a deep scarlet. Of course, you promised that you'd ride him so, you couldn't have him cumming too soon. Stopping your movements, the needy boy whined from the loss of friction however, he stopped complaining when you took your top and bra off. He once again freezes in position, unsure of what to do. Since you knew he was a virgin, you took pity on his cluelessness and decided to give him some help, taking his hands off of your hips and placing them on your breasts to which he quite literally squeaks. "Don't twist your panties, Cowboy. Just take them off." You lift your hips and gesture to his jeans.

"Yes, Ma'am" he said, hardly above a whisper - unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans and, pulling them down and off before looking back up at you like an innocent puppy. God, he really drove you crazy.

Luckily, you were wearing a skirt so all you had to do was move your panties to the side before slowly sinking onto his dick. It was so annoying that his parents were downstairs because the erotic whine that emerged from the man below you was hot enough to make you almost cum on the spot. Unfortunately, it was muffled by your hand since you already knew what to expect from your vocal boyfriend.

"God, you look so pretty like this, Cowboy" you tease him. All he can do is look up at you with glazed-over eyes, cherry cheeks and swollen lips, continuing to moan behind your palm - already sporting a fucked-out expression. When he started bucking his hips up into you, you knew he wouldn't last much longer but, you didn't mind, I mean you knew he was a virgin so, you weren't expecting him to last long anyway.

"shit, shit, shit, 'm gonna-" he mumbles quickly before you feel his body tense and squirm beneath yours. You slow your movements, letting him ride out his orgasm before stopping fully. "That was so fucking hot, thank you.." he whispers to you, "you don't have to thank me, Cowboy. You're so cute."

He hides his flushed face in your neck and places soft kisses at the base of it. That was before he had a realisation, "you didn't get to cum, did you?" he said whilst wearing a lightly guilty expression. "No I didn't but, it's okay, I promise"

"No, it's not. Don't worry, I'll take care of you!" he smiles at you innocently before grabbing onto your hips, flipping you over, stripping you of your skirt and undies and lowering his face to your cunt. "You really don't have to, Carl it's oka-" you're cut off by the eager lapping of your clit, making your head fall into the mattress below you.

He was surprisingly skilled to say that he'd never done this before, keeping his mouth trained on your clit, sucking and circling whilst raising his calloused hands to your thighs and massaging them, before taking his right hand to insert a finger into your hole skillfully and, taking his other hand to your breast and massaging it like he was prior.

This time, you were the one having to cover your mouth due to being the centre of his attention. He inserts another finger and starts curling them in and out, hitting all the spots that you'd never been able to reach on yourself before.

Soon enough, you feel the knot in your stomach become undone and, your body spasms under his gentle touch; he watches you release on his fingers and listens to your muffled moans in awe.

"Shit, I could see you do that 100 times over"

I HOPE THIS IS OKAY

i quite like this one but you guys lmk what you think

love u, eden

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Remember that ask with a s/o who had a mech? That one with firefly.

(H:SR Short Fic) Firefly's S/O using a mech

I was going to do something more comical originally, but unfortunately for everyone I just saw Gundam Narrative, which means Firefly isn't allowed to have nice things. Warnings: Angst/No Comfort, just sad robot on robot action (in the beat the shit out of each other way) Word Count: 1.8k

Firefly sat upon the roof, enjoying the peace and quiet as she stared at the stars far above in the sky. However, it wasn't long before the sounds of footsteps approached from below. She turned to the source of the sound, her lips forming into a bright smile.

(Firefly) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hey, sorry I'm late!"

S/O was panting as they joined her, Firefly moving a little to her left to make room. They sat down close, to the point their legs were constantly brushing against hers, but neither seemed to mind. Instead of looking back to the stars, Firefly's gaze remained on S/O's own smile.

(S/O) "I was just making some final adjustments to the Phenex! I think it'll be ready to fly with you by tomorrow night!"

Firefly's eyes widened at S/O's news, leaning closer into their shoulder.

(Firefly) "Really? That's great!"

S/O beamed at her reaction, nodding excitedly as one hand wrapped around hers.

(S/O) "Honestly, I'll probably end up falling a bunch of times, but I promise, we'll find the brightest stars we can together!"

Firefly's imagination started running wild with images of S/O comically flailing about in their own steel suit, making her giggle. She couldn't wait to actually see what happened.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never left as she noticed S/O looked up to the sky, with a much more somber expression despite their lighthearted quip.

(S/O) "...The brightest star, huh?"

(Firefly) "...S/O?"

S/O squeezed her hand tighter as they remained silent for a moment. They seemed to grow sadder with every second that passed.

(S/O) "Did...I ever tell you the reason I even began making the Phenex, Firefly?"

She tilted her head in confusion as her brows furrowed.

(Firefly) "No, you didn't. I assumed you just wanted to be with me whenever I donned SAM."

(S/O) "Well, it was that too, but..."

Firefly felt their thumb fidget against the top of her hand as they struggled to come up with an answer, in which she simply said nothing, giving them all the time they needed.

(S/O) "I wanted to go up into the stars myself, brave whatever awaited me out there, so I could find a way to defy your fate."

Their voice started to tremble as they spoke their reason aloud.

(Firefly) "S/O..."

Finally, they turned to face her, tears welling up in their eyes.

(S/O) "That's what I'll do with the Phenex. I'll become a bird and soar, so that way I can find a way for you to be reborn."

Firefly and S/O said nothing after that declaration, staring at each other before they sighed, letting go of her hand and resting it in their face.

(S/O) "Oh my god, that sounded way better in my head than it did out loud..."

Firefly was only stunned for a few more seconds before she burst into laughter, making S/O pout at her reaction.

(S/O) "H-Hey! I know it sounded bad but you don't have to laugh that much at it!"

Both her hands rested on her stomach as it began to hurt, her laughter barely stopping as she tried her best to reply.

(Firefly) "I-I-I'm sorry! I promise I'm not laughing at you!"

It took her a minute to finally calm herself down, S/O still grumbling under their breath as they waited. Firefly gently wiped their tears away with a finger before kissing them on the cheek.

(Firefly) "It's a sweet gesture, S/O...Thank you."

S/O smiled at Firefly, resting their head onto her shoulders and closing their eyes.

(S/O) "Do you mind if I sleep up here with you tonight? I...Don't want to be alone right now."

(Firefly) "I don't think there's anything more I'd want right now than having you with me."

...

...

Firefly sat alone on another starry night, but this time there would be no one to join her. Her hands rested on each other in her lap while she stared up at the night sky, waiting for her signal.

The planet she was on now was completely different from the one S/O and her shared their last night. Instead of warm city lights, there was nothing but ruins and debris below her.

It was here where the reports of a brilliant golden machine, leaving behind a blue trail around the cosmos was sighted. Many assumed that it was some kind of divine being, or an unexplained anomaly in the universe making itself known.

But Firefly knew the truth of what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

...

...

The last step of the process was to have S/O's mind sync up with the Phenex's system. It was an extremely risky process, as this technology was still experimental and not fully understood.

Apparently, it was something that allowed the person's mind to directly translate into the machine's movements and combat capabilities, which S/O accepted the risk without hesitation.

This would be the power they needed to give Firefly her life back.

And finally settling into the suit, S/O let their mind begin synchronizing with the Phenex.

With barely a second passing, their eyes widened as their body felt a shock of pain growing faster by the second.

Firefly saw S/O's vitals rapidly spiking up and down as the Phenex dropped to one knee, screaming all the while.

(Firefly) "S/O?!"

The golden mech started to twitch involuntarily, its shield-wings shooting out and lodging itself into the facility's walls. S/O's screams were eventually drowned out by the Phenex's metallic joints creaking, almost as if it were roaring.

In an instant, flames materialized around Firefly as she dashed towards S/O, moving to rip them out of their suit. However, as soon as she made contact with them, the machine's eyes flared red and blew her backwards.

Firefly was easily able to catch herself from crashing into the floor, immediately flipping to use the walls as a launch pad as the armor's thrusters activated and she rocketed back to S/O.

The Phenex's shield wings stabbed itself into the ground and made her armor crash straight into it, making her lose course as she spiraled out of control for only a second.

Not wasting time, the Phenex's shield wings flew back behind it, and the machine flew straight up, tearing a hole through it and sped away, eventually out of sight and into the atmosphere.

...

It had been months since the incident, and Firefly was determined to bring them back. If the Phenex was still flying, then that means S/O was still alive.

As if on cue, a blue streak cut across the night sky like a knife, catching her attention and making her heart race.

(Firefly) "..."

She wanted to call out their name, but knew that they couldn't hear her anymore. What she needed to do now was to stop the Phenex.

The wind blowing her hair back was strong since she was standing at the top of a skyscraper. She knew for a fact that the Phenex would be able to detect her no matter what, so might as well choose the location that'd start the closest to them.

It took her a few seconds to stand up from her spot, and she took a deep breath, frowning as her eyes traced the blue streak that flew in a straight line above her, towards the horizon.

One foot stepped in front of the other, letting her drop from the building's edge and fall toward the ground.

Without so much as blinking, the area around her ignited as the armor's thrusters kicked into full burst, the building behind her getting scorched in the process as she gracefully weaved through the city and into the sky after the Phenex.

As elements of her HUD began blinking into view, her eyes remained focused on the blue line of light suddenly veered to her right.

With a simple nudge of her body, the armor tilted and extra thrusters emerged from the skirts of her armor to gain faster speed, feeling her body and suit both begin to heat up.

The Phenex's trail dropped completely downwards onto the streets, trying to lose its pursuer as it began wildly darting in an unpredictable manner, before it eventually disappeared into a tunnel.

Firefly quickly followed it into the temple, still not saying a word as she kept an eye on her suit's motion trackers.

Before the radar could even register the movement, the Phenex suddenly burst from the tunnel's walls, debris scattering everywhere and threatening to crush her.

She simply frowned as one punch completely obliterated the stone that tried to crash into her, eyes still following the Phenex for a split second before it tried to escape behind her.

Firefly's other arm extended outward and managed to catch the leg of the machine, before diverting her strength to fling it into the wall directly behind her, letting the Phenex slam into the stone and temporarily disabling it.

She raised her arm to disable the machine's flight unit before realizing the shield wings it had just a second ago were missing.

Alarms were ringing as signatures were quickly approaching from her flanks, making her extend both arms to catch the shields before it threatened to bisect her, Firefly's teeth clenching from the impact.

The machine's eyes stared at Firefly's helmet, and for a brief moment, its red eyes flashed a blue color.

And though it was hazy, a voice spoke out to her from the corners of her mind. It may have been her imagining things, but that didn't stop Firefly's voice from crying out:

(Firefly) "S/O!"

Seemingly unaffected by Firefly's counter, the Phenex's eyes returned to its natural state before quickly dislodging itself from its position and rocketed out of the tunnel, both shields following after.

(Firefly) "Just hang on, S/O, please!"

Even though time was the last thing on her side, she prayed that she stayed strong, at least for long enough to catch the Phenex. Firefly truly had no idea if S/O was still inside that suit considering how long it had been, but at the very least, she would avenge them by destroying the machine.

Not to mention, this machine existed because of her. It was created solely to help her, yet it seemed to be dragging both her and S/O to Aeons know where.

But she didn't care about where it was taking them, only that she rescued the person who gave their life for her.

Firefly's armor crouched before taking off, denting the concrete below her as it was left scorched by all her thrusters activating, flying after the Phenex.

...

There were many researchers and travelers who spoke of seeing a red comet chasing after a blue one in the skies that night.

No one had any idea what it was, but everyone watched in a mixture of awe and confusion, watching as the comets eventually took off into space, off towards a destination unknown.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Loyalties -Sequel

Matz AU Kim HongJoong x (f) Detective Reader

Summary: It was time to end it all, even if it meant he'd have to use himself to cushion her fall.

Genre: Hurt/Ansgt/Comfort

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Sexual Assault, Torture, Abandonment issues, Toxic Family, Joong's a perv (Idk okay), strong language.

Word Count: 6.4K

Read Time: 32 min

Rating: NSFW

Networks: @k-labels

Part: 1

"Hey there sunshine." He smiled at her, much like how the angel of death would whilst helping a wounded, dying puppy- she was no dying puppy- right? A groan escaped her chapped lips as she tried to sit up, only for a sharp pain to shoot up her abdomen as he gently pushed her back to lay down, coaxing her to relax, "Don't move...like that okay...just lay down-"

"O-oh god! Am I bleeding!?" She hissed, whimpering when she felt him press her hand on that one aching point- what the hell had happened!?  Joongie? Where was- why was she here? What happened!? Why was he doing this!? Where was Hongjoong? 

"Where am I? Who did this!? What did you do!?" She spat, squinting at the bright light above her, trying to cover her eyes with her hand only for her to realise that she was cuffed to the cold table she was lying on- that was all it took for the panic to settle in, tears pooling her eyes, her breath hitching as she began to struggle against her restraints, only to whimper when he pressed onto the wound, the crimson coating her shirt. 

His eyes flickered up to her face, the ear-piercing shriek that echoed in the dimly lit room was replaced by a cry, begging as she called him out, "H-hwa stop- stop!" The heel of his palm pressed against the gash, watching her bleed out, silently staring at her face with an expression so cold, an expression she had never seen before, was this what he looked like while taking a life?

“Hwa…” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper, like the whistle of a timid wind. “It's me. Hwa…please stop.”

"Aww...I'm sorry angel." He cooed, pulling his hand back, wiping the blood off his fingers with a wet rag, clicking his tongue at the staining, "You really did cause some serious damage this time, angel." The new nickname only added to the blanket of anxiety that had begun to choke her.

"What do you mean?" Kicking her legs, she tried to move, only to let out an exhausted sigh, head thumping against the table when she couldn't move her arms, slowly blinking up, at the light. Talk to him, maybe if she talks to him, he'll stop. Yeah, Hwa was always the rational one of the two.

"How much do you remember?”

She frowned at his question, closing her eyes for a second to think about what he had asked, she really couldn't remember much. She hadn't seen either of them for over six months. The last thing she remembered was waking up in the middle of the night to Hongjoong whispering in her ear, “Doll, I gotta go, stay out of trouble,” before he kissed her one last time, quicker than she could react and before she knew it he was gone. In the morning she woke up assuming it was a dream, but the rose on her nightstand was a clear sign of her love departing for God knows how long. 

The duration of his absence had been rough, especially because her Sergeant had assigned a new supervisor for her and Jongho. That man had been the bane of her existence, not only was he misogynistic but he was a flirt too, and it disturbed her beyond recognition that she had to endure the nonsense of this system during the day and had to return to an empty apartment at night. The only reason she had been expecting to see him last night was because it was their anniversary, no, the two weren't married but they were a couple- even if secret- and he'd never missed any of these things before; anniversaries, birthdays, holidays- so she really did expect to see him there,  or at least something that he had dropped by. Once she had arrived home, she had realised that someone had broken into her apartment, going through her things and his things, with their belongings scattered everywhere, bookshelf on the floor, sofa cut up with its cotton everywhere- she had run to their bedroom to find it upside down, only to turn around and feel a sharp pain in her side before blacking out.

“My…apartment was all busted up.” She sighed, blankly at the light hanging above her, clearing her throat to push back the nausea, “I…I don't know…Hwa where's Joongie?” 

A scoff echoed in the damp air, her eyes closing at the silence that greeted her, the smell of iron intoxicating her as she whispered, “Hwa…please…don't do this. I didn't do anything…I swear…”

Seonghwa ignored her whining, too focused on cleaning the utensils, Yeosang had strictly instructed him to ensure that all the tools were sterilised properly. He glanced in her direction, watching her slowly lose consciousness, “You know,” his deep voice jerked her awake, causing her to pointlessly struggle against the restraints, “I really was surprised when he told me you confessed to him.” His voice grew louder and colder as he approached closer, she felt his slender cold fingers grip her wrist, “Don't move…it'll only hurt you more, angel.”

“Hwa-” her eyes widened at the sight of the injection that glimmered in his other hand, “Hwa don't- please- please it's me, ladybug! Your ladybug-hwa!” Her shrieks and sobs bounced off the walls of wherever she was, the darkness around her had her nerves going into overdrive as she struggled against him, kicking the table under her, begging him to stop, to come to his senses, her voice choked off when he gripped her throat, letting go of her wrist as his fingers dug into the warm, sweaty skin, “Shut up. You're so damn annoying”, Seonghwa growled, leaning closer to her face, eying the way her mascara was dripping down her cheeks, “You really think he loved you? Do you really think we cared about you? He's been using you-  truthfully he wanted to get rid of you the moment you confessed to him, but I told him not to, using you would be a great way to gain intel.”

Her eyes widened in horror as his words began to process, her resistance slowly depleting when she felt him squeeze harder, “How could he love someone whose own parents didn't love her, huh? Have you forgotten about your past? You were nothing more than forgotten filth abandoned by your own parents.”

He moved back, tossing the empty injection somewhere as he watched her body slowly tremor, a silent cry escaping her as he watched her gasping for air, trying to breathe, watching the effect of the serum take over her before he walked towards the camera at the other end, leaning closer to the lense he smiled, “Hope you liked the show, I believe I'll enjoy more when I take your new Sergeant, and send you another clip.” Tapping the screen he turned around and aimlessly stared at the room before his blank eyes landed on her limp body, eying the way her blood hand pooled on the ground before they flickered up to her still form, what a waste.

.

You sighed, before sitting up straight, stretching your arms over your head, and blinking at the empty classroom, this was one long break. With a soft sigh, you reached for your lunch box and decided to go eat in the storage room, barely anyone ever went there. Or so you thought, for the moment you had stepped into the room you were slammed into the wall next to the door, staring up at your assailant with doubled vision. 

“Ji-ho,” You blinked up at the boy who punched you in the stomach, watching you double over onto your knees, gasping for her, “Did you know what happens to whores who think they're smart enough to beat the system?” the boy sitting on the stool watching this unfold asked the boy who had gripped you by the collar of your shirt, shaking you mercilessly as he pulled you up, “Don't know, Si-woo, do you think they get beat up?”

“Aw, that's no fun~” Your eyes trailed over to the other side, Mina, this girl had been coming at you since the moment you had stepped into this school, lord knows how you didn't know the level of petty rich kids could be. This girl was pretty, rich, popular and smart, well, somewhat smart, yet, here she was busy using her two goons to ruin your day.

“I heard you can do whatever you want to them and no one says anything,” her giggle had you gulping, fist clenching by reflex, “How about you show her what she'll grow up to be useful for, Ji-ho.”

The second her words had left her lips you felt the bastard feel you up, only to press you against the wall when his lips met yours, though unfortunately for him, soon after your fist collided with his cheek, causing him to stumble back as you spat and wiped your lips, staring at them wide-eyed, “H-have you lost your mind!?” You screamed, only to gasp in pain at the sting of your cheek, causing you to fall.

“Bitch.” He hissed above you before kicking you, as you wheezed for air, trying to crawl away when someone grabbed you by your hair, pulling you up enough to meet the eyes of your menace who was pouting at you, “Now didn't your mommy tell you nobody likes a bad girl?” Mina sneered only to slam your head into the shelf, watching you fall back onto the ground with a whimper. You gasped for air, whimpering at every harsh kick, begging them to stop as the world around you began to spin, wishing they would just kill you already, better dead than in this agony, slowly going numb, their voices muffling as the world around you slowly darkened to a cold void.

.

Slowly the world around you came to life, the soft hum of the air conditioner lulling you out of your sleep as you rubbed your eyes, trying to sit up, only to let out a soft whimper in the process, your eyes watering at the sight of the bruises on yours arms, did they- did they do it!? Did they taint you!? How could-

The rustle of the curtain caught you off guard as you gasped in fear, covering your face with your arms to protect yourself, in pure reflex.

“You got a name, doll?”

You slowly moved your arms to stare at the ugliest mullet known to man, he was blonde too? You blinked at the boy with the bandaid on his eyebrow, his piercings scaring you more than his uncannily perfect set of pearly teeth- He looked like a pirate, he looked like bad news.

“Can you not harass her, moron?”

The blonde turned to frown at the lad whose voice rumbled like the mighty dragon, you glanced at him, sitting on the stool, a bruise blossoming near his eye and a cut on his lip. Never had you seen someone so pretty, yet hauntingly rigid in persona. You knew him, well, you knew both of them by name-

“Last time I checked, asking for someone's name was considered civil.”

“Wanna get punched again!?”

“Sure thing teacher's pet- hey-hey, what's the matter doll? Don't cry!”

You flinched at the pitch of their voices, and for some reason, you had covered your ears to tune out the loud noise that had begun to muffle out because of your own sobs.

Hongjoong had quietly blinked at you, a sad pout adorning his sharp pretty features as he raised a hand, causing you to flinch, only to tremor at the feeling of his palm on top of your crown, gently rubbing your scalp, “Don't cry doll, we won't hurt ya…they won't either…”

Though your sobs had died down to mere sniffles and hiccups by the time the boy on the chair next to your stretcher was done with his story, telling you how he had seen you getting the “daylights beaten” out of you. He had decided to step in and “break some bones” but the “ugly tattletale” (Park Seonghwa was anything but ugly) had run to tell on them, and to the financially blessed, good-looking scholarship student's surprise, his teachers had done nothing but let the bullies go with a mere slap on the wrist.

“Of course, they didn't do anything! A p*ssy like you wasted time going to them! Look at how they whacked dolly up during that time!” Joong spat, gently gripping your chin and tilting your head up to face him as he smiled gently, “You gotta stop crying like that…they didn't do anything else to ya.”

“R-really?”

Seonghwa felt his insides churn with guilt at that. Not only had he watched you get beat up, but his delay could have led to something worse-

“Really, now if ya stop snotting around, I'd get ya a cupcake, ya hungry?”

A low growl echoed in the small infirmary,  but it didn't come out of you, but from behind Hongjoong. However, it was your nod that had the blonde run out of the infirmary at the speed of light, leaving you and Park Seonghwa alone. You dared not to look at him, that is until you heard a deep, “I'm sorry I didn't intervene sooner.”

“You don't need to, I deserved it.”

The words left you quicker than you think, instantly regretting it, only to flinch when he scoffed, “Why? Cause you are going against the system by coming here?” Your meek nod had him exhale loudly through his nostrils before mumbling, “Do you know why ladybugs are called ladybugs?”

You shook your head as you stared at him lean against the wall, sitting on the metal stool, his head tilted upwards as he closed his eyes, giving you a very pleasant view, and it gave you time to inspect the damage. No wonder people feared Kim Hongjoong, he may look like a small cute boy, but he fought like an angry chihuahua, only more graceful. You swore you had seen him flying once, but it was only a jump kick where he added a majestic twirl before breaking a jaw. Luckily,  Park Seonghwa only suffered from a bruised face, a busted lip and a sprained finger.

“I went easy on him.” 

You blinked at him before your face flushed and you glanced at your lap mumbling, “Sorry…for staring.”

“It's fine…The term "ladybug" has its roots in European folklore. Farmers would invoke the protection of the Virgin Mary to safeguard their crops from pests. When ladybugs arrived, devouring the harmful insects, farmers began calling them "Lady beetles" in honour of Mary,” He glanced at you and gave you a soft smile, “ Since then, ladybugs have been cherished by farmers as beneficial guardians of their crops, they go against their own kind to protect the innocent.”

“Am I the next Virgin Mary?”

Seonghwa felt his eyebrow twitch at your question, about to retort when someone cut him off,

“VIRGIN? Nah doll, don't worry doll, I'll help you out with that.” 

“I'm not gonna lose my virginity to you!”

“Don’t worry doll, I’d lose mine to ya.”

“Y-you're a virgin?”

“Naturally, don't want to be a baby daddy just yet.”

Idiots, he was communicating with idiots. He watched as Hongjoong swayed his way into the infirmary with a feline-like smirk as he leaned closer to you, gently bumping his forehead against yours, “Silly girl.”

With a scoff you pulled away, ignoring the cupcake he had set in your palm, only to side-eye him, though your little display did not show any effect, perhaps because the two were at it again. Hongjoong had tossed a cupcake to the other boy who gasped, “It's half eaten.”

“Too bad, teacher's pet.”

“One day Kim Hongjoong-”

“Why did you two fight?” 

Your question caught the two off guard, well, one more than the other, because the blonde had turned around with the nastiest smirk you had ever seen, while the other ducked his head in shame, “Taught him a lesson for interfering, his nonsense belief in the system almost got ya killed.”

“I..apologised for that.”

“If you remember you had a bullet left after a war, you should just use it to kill yourself.”

“You two…shouldn't fight.”

That ironically was all it took for their argument to subside, as the taller male rolled his stool towards you and the blonde had sat on your bed by your legs, going on and on about some big plans of his, about taking down the corrupt, while you dosed off to the sound of their nonsense. Ironically an odd friendship had begun to blossom that day. A friendship that went into full bloom eventually.

.

Squinting at the bright light, you slowly slid up and sighed, only to blink at the empty classroom, and then glance at the clock. It was 2pm, and it was your duty after class to clean, well, better get to it.

Truthfully, you had been feeling a bit better for the past few weeks, Mina and her goons had been avoiding you, Seonghwa had been spending his break with you often, and for some reason you had, a lot of Hongjoong popping up around you, here and there. You seemed to somewhat wait for those moments, for that loud boy to appear, mumbling and dragging his words, yapping around you, helping you in the cafeteria while you cleaned the dishes,

“They let ya take some food home if ya do the dishes, doll!?”

“The lunch lady sometimes lets me take the leftovers…I can save money that way.”

He’d be yapping while you were tending to the school garden,

“Dolly, do they pay ya to water the plants?!”

“It's after school, I work as a temporary gardener, that's why they pay sometimes.”

And of course, the walk back to your house, you lived alone now, since you had moved out of the orphanage when your grandmother had come to collect you. Turns out she just needed an extra labourer,  but since she was probably rotting in hell now, you had the old, musty house to yourself. The same house Hongjoon would drop you at each day, the same house he shamelessly invited himself in, the same house he had brought Park Seonghwa to and you two had realised the pretty boy was a neat freak when he had begun to brush your tiles. Nonetheless, somehow you had ended up connecting with both boys, especially the one who chopped off his mullet and had dyed his hair black, demanding that now you let him kiss you since YOU hated the mullet. Though all he had received was a small peck on the cheek when he had dropped you home that evening- and he took it with pride.

The past few weeks had perhaps been the best days of your life, and nothing was going to ruin it- or so you thought because as soon as you were done cleaning, you were slammed into the board, staring in fear at Ji-ho who was glaring at you with an unsettling look in his eyes, his friends by the door making sure to keep watch, “Actions have consequences bitch.”

The last thing you saw was the cutter coming at your face, your eyes clenching shut as you fisted the material of your skirt, waiting for the excruciating pain- only it never came, instead, your eyes opened to a familiar voice, “That's funny, I was about to say the same-”

A loud snap caught all of you off guard, your eyes quickly darting to Hongjoong and then his hand that was gripping onto the moron's wrist, before he whispered at you, “Did I…do that?”

“No.” The two of you turned your heads when a wailing scream followed, eying the boy who was on the ground screaming in pain, clutching his arm close to himself as you withered in pain, “That one was all me.” Seonghwa mumbled, walking towards you before Mina stood in the way, “Yah! Park Seonghwa, have you lost your mind-” Her head was slammed into the nearest wall, his fingers digging into the side of her scalp watching her struggle against his grip, twisting his fingers in her hair to grip tighter and pull her back before repeating the process, something had broken in Seonghwa that day, something that Hongjoong understood all too well.

Hongjoong turned to whistle at you, gaining your attention as you turned to look at him with trembling eyes, only to receive the sweetest smile, trying to ignore the way he was pulling the boy’s arm backwards, his scream growing louder by the second “Close your eyes for me, would ya doll?” That was all it took before you clenched your eyes shut and covered your ears.

.

“Talk to her.”

“I did, but I think she was too lost in pleasure.”

“Hongjoong, shut up man. I swear to God.”

“What? The most intimate conversations happen during sex scenes in shows too-”

Your eyes snapped open at that, glaring up at the jaw of your idiotic lover, ready to smack him, though your movement had caught his attention for he had glanced down in your direction and smirked, waiting for your reaction. If you weren't using his lap as a pillow, you would have kicked him in the nuts.

“Ladybug.” the man greeted, leaning against the tree, “Isn't it an odd time for a picnic, that too in your own backyard?”

“Yes, well, you two seem awfully busy these days,” You mumbled, sitting up lazily, only to lean against Hongjoong who instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, “Even expulsion couldn't fix you two.” you referred to the time the two had been expelled after permanently disabling your bullies, although you were grateful, you had not expected them to go overboard.

“Nonsense,” Hongjoong huffed as he manoeuvred you closer, enough to have you sitting against his chest, leaning against him fully as he wrapped his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder as he pressed his cheek against yours, “Now, doll, Hwa and I were just talking about your new genius idea, why do you wanna give up that bakery dream to become a stinkin’ cop?”

“I'm gonna help people.”

Cue the two laughing so hard that you had to shove away your lover and throw an empty bottle of juice at your best friend to shut up, leaving you all flushed and embarrassed.

“I-I’m not kidding Joong, I’m gonna join the academy,  god knows how more people out there suffer. I'm gonna help them all and- and you and Hwa will need eyes on the inside right?”

Hongjoong's smile grew bigger, almost about to split out of his face as he grabbed you tighter before pressing his lips against your warm cheek, “J-Joong!” Ignoring your squeak he looked up at Seonghwa who was now on the ground, back pressed against the tree with an eyebrow raised, “Look at our little ladybug, trying to protect us…”

“Isn't she cute?” He giggled, moving a bit to have you lean against him, chuckling when you mumbled, turning to your side, your head resting against his chest as you closed your eyes when you felt him drape his jacket over your form, covering you from the chill of the night. 

“Guess so,” Seonghwa snorted before flicking his lighter, lighting up the cigarette that was pressed between his plump lips, “She's a true -”

“Passive smoking is a crime.”

He paused at your sleepy mumble before looking up at his partner in crime who shrugged, patting your head in response, “Well, she's as dumb as a cop too.” The last thing you remember was the way the two had begun to discuss a kidnapping of some rich man’s spoiled son, who had trailed off to Hongjoong talking about wooden rulers used as punishment tools back in the day.

.

A sharp gasp followed by your swift movements had the party next to you groan, slowly blinking in the dark, trying to adjust to the lack of lighting, he moved closer trying to reach for you, only to frown when he realised your pillow was empty. 

You sat there in cold sweat, a shivering mess with your head in your hands, the heels of your palms pressed against your eyes as jitters rocked through your petrified form, taking quick shallow breaths. Your entire being jerked at the feeling of his warm hand, feeling him tighten his hold on your arm when you tried to pull away with a scared yelp, meeting his tired expressions with your own sombre look, eyes twinkling with unshed tears.

“What's…wrong, doll?” He whispered, a sense of alertness radiating from his being as he sat up and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, his hands pressing against the back of your head as you whimpered against him, clutching onto his shirt for your dear life, as if you were afraid he'd disappear as if your Joongie was no longer there.

“Bad dream, doll?” He whispered before pressing his lips on top of your head, mumbling in your hair as you let out a sob, before it turned into many more, enough to scare him. Having him rub up and down your back in a soothing manner, his atop your head, letting you cry it out.

“Wanna talk about it?” 

Your breath hitched at his question, wrinkling the material of his pressed pyjama shirt, a privilege only you had, pressing your forehead against his shoulder you mumbled, “I…I was falling Joong…just…it was endless…I just kept falling and falling.”

“Aw, sweets, you don't have to worry about that,” the man cooed, pulling you closer as he kissed the side of your head, feeling you relax in his arms when you hugged him back, holding him closer, sighing in relief when you heard him whisper above you, “I'll always catch ya doll.”

A small smile graced your lips as you snuggled closer to the man, about to mumble how much you loved him before you were cut off with an eerie echo, “I’ll always catch ya…even if I have to cushion your fall with my dead body, doll.” His grip began to tighten around you, crushing you in his embrace, cackling at your pleas to let go, as the words began to get louder and louder, “Even when I'm dead.”

“I'll let ya use me till the end.”

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Seonghwa jerked awake at the scream, setting in action, pouncing in her direction, eyes frantically searching for the frail form of the woman he had very much traumatised. Upon closer inspection he saw the lump moving around in the many layers of blankets and quilts Yeosang had placed upon her, after scolding him for allowing so much blood loss “You two never have any self-control.”

His fingers gripped the covers before ripping them off her, eyes meeting her terror-filled gaze, crystal droplets clinging to her bottom lashes as she whimpered at the sight of him, slowly crawling back till her back pressed against the headboard of the bed, whispering, “S-stay back.”

Seonghwa took a deep breath at the reaction, honestly, she was responding better than he had expected, but then again, she was their ladybug, ever resilient and strong. He noticed how her eyes were scanning the room in haste, looking for something to defend herself with, which let him clear his throat and raise his hands in the air, empty palms facing her, “I won't hurt you.” He took a step closer only to freeze at her tone 

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” she screeched, grabbing a pillow as if it could protect her from the tall man. 

“I'm…I’m not gonna hurt you, ladybug.” He moved closer only for her to throw the pillow and scream, again, “WHERE'S HONGJOONG? WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING!? -”

Her breath hitched when she noticed his eyes cast down, lip twitching into a frown as he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands as he whispered, “I-I'm sorry….ladybug…I…I had to do it…I had to make them believe this was real…I…I know I hurt you, but it's..” he whispers clenching his eyes shut, “It's what he wanted…it was in his will…I read it myself when Mingi brought it to me-”

“S-shut up- no-” her breath hitched, pushing off the quilt to jump off the bed only to trip and fall, wincing at the way her knees hit the ground, a sharp gasp escaping her at the pain, doubling over to hold her side.

“Ladybug, please.” Seonghwa whispered, slowly helping her back up on the bed, his firm tightening when she began to struggle against him, “Please,  please listen to me, I swear I won't hurt you again-”

“H-Hongjoong!” she cried out, only for him to hug her close, feeling her shiver in his hold, his grip tightening on her.

“You were being trailed by your Sergeant,” Seonghwa gently mumbled, trying to process thoughts to be able to word them better. “We received a video of Jongho, they were torturing him, I…I don't know how much information they were able to get out of him but they said you were next,” he felt your hold on him tighten, “I told Hongjoong, I told him to let me go after Jongho- he was supposed to go to you, he should've gone to you but he didn't listen-”

She pushed him away and gripped him by the collar, a sudden wave of adrenaline shooting through her veins, hissing at him, “What the f*ck are you on about!?”

“L-ladybug,” his words cracked, head dipping in shame as he placed his hands on hers, “He went to the given address to save Jongho, only they ambushed him- I've lost visual and audio contact, Wooyoung and Yunho can't trace him or Jongho- San, San went to check it all out himself but the warehouse blew up minutes before he reached it- even after the fire died out…we…”

Her glare hardened when the two made eye contact, but she let go of him, only for him to let out a whimper, standing up beside her as he stared at her with a tear-stained face, “I'm sorry…ladybug- I- I had to protect you, Joong wanted me to do this- I- this is all my fault.”

The gravity of the situation only began to process when she watched him bow a perfect 90 degrees, his sobs coming out in mere chokes as he sniffed, wiping his face with his sleeve, looking down at her with guilt-ridden eyes, his final words settling in as the harsh reality hit her, “Joong's gone, ladybug.”

Seonghwa had no idea how to calm her down, for the moment these words had left him, her little whimper had turned into wailing, screams of her pain having him hold her close, trying to calm her down as her whole body shivered in pain and agony,  gasping for air every few seconds. She clung onto him, slowly falling apart, unimaginable pangs of grief striking her heart as she choked on her own sobs, unsure of what to do next-

“Get off my girl, ya creep.” 

Seonghwa gasped at the feeling of being tugged away, landing on the ground with a thumb as he blinked through the tears, a familiar figure looming closer to the sobbing girl, her face buried in her hands, too lost in pain to realise who was standing in front of her.

Hongjoong clicked his tongue, frowning at the way his doll was in shambles, the bruises on her arms, just adding to his displeasure. Moving closer he pulled her hands off her face, catching her completely off guard as she stared up at him with doe eyes of disbelief, her lower lip quivering at the way he smiled at her, “Man, this f*cker really did a number on ya, my pretty dolly.” with a pout he turned around and glared at the man, his hand gently wrapped around her wrist as he spat at his friend, “Don't ya think you went a bit overboard-”

“OH F*CK YOU!”

The shorter man fell to the side with a groan, landing on her lap as he whined, glancing up at his doll with a busted lip, “He punched me! My love, he punched your Joongie- hey- hey!” At the sight of your tears returning he instantly sat up, hugging you close, letting you mess up his favourite jacket with your tears and snot, tugging at the material like you wanted to pull him even closer if possible, never wanting to let him go again.

With a sigh he rubbed her back soothingly, mumbling how it was all going to be okay, “You don't gotta do nothing like that no more, doll, I promise…I sorted it all out.” He whispered, slowly rocking them back and forth.

“What happened?” Seonghwa asked, now sitting on the chair next to the bed, staring at his partner, unsure of his entire existence at this point, “I-I went a - I had to make it look convincing-”

“I know Seonghwa,” the captain of MATZ turned to give him a small smile, even if he was still preoccupied with calming down his favourite girl, “I figured it was a trap, got Jongho out before sending them down to hell-”

“The place exploded?!”

“Yeah, I may have had a wee bit too much fun with the experimental explosives Woo had given me.”

“Dude.”

“What can I say? I'm a child at heart.”

“You're a f*cker, through and through Hongjoo-”

Hongjoong ignored him, tuning him out when she whispered out his name, gently calling him out, staring up at him with pure adoration and aw, enough to have the man lose all self-control, choosing to kiss her right there and then, smiling against her lips when she squeaked in surprise. Her grip on him tightened when he began to enjoy a bit too much, hyper-aware of how another person was in the room, trying to push him off gently only for him to deepen the kiss.

“She has stitches, you pervert.” Park Seonghwa who had looked away mumbled, ignoring the way the man who pulled away had cackled, of course, he'd do this to him. 

“A c*ckblock you shall remain Park Seonghwa,” He mumbled as he helped her lay back down, smiling at the way she was covering her face in embarrassment,  “Don't worry doll, you're safe now.” He whispered, peeling her hands off her face as he gave her an assuring smile, “Rest now…tomorrow we start a new day.”

She was about to ask what he meant but the slight weight of something on her ring finger had her stare at him in surprise before bringing her hand up to her face, staring at the twinkling diamond, too in awe to say anything. 

Seonghwa shook his head in amusement, he knew the moron was going to propose to her, but he had assumed the Hongjoong, for once would keep the concept of ‘time and place’ in mind- unfortunately, he had forgotten then this man was basically brain dead and would run on pure adrenaline and caffeine. 

“Where's Jongho?” Seonghwa asked out of the blue, wanting answers.

“Resting, Yeo treated him, that's why I was late.” Hongjoong sighed, glancing at her, she was facing the other way, still staring at the ring on her finger, a small smile gracing his lips as he sat down on the bed, his back gently resting against hers, making sure not to put too much pressure against her as he stared at Seonghwa, “Did you send the video?”

“Yeah…” nodded as he pulled out a USB from his pocket, “I…you can watch it…I…I’m sorry in advance-”

“Did you -at any point- think she was in on it?”

His question caught Seonghwa off guard, eyes quickly darting to the figure laying behind Hongjoong, her calm stature and shallow breathing indicating that she had finally fallen asleep, before flickering back up to the face of his partner, swallowing at the thought of how the man would react once he'd answered him.

“Yes.”

“You and I both know she isn't…,” He paused only to stand up and gently lay her on her back, smiling at her sleeping form as he covered her with the blanket, making sure she was warm and tucked in well.

“But what if she was?” At this point, he knew he was just asking this to make sense of his lapse of judgment about one of his closest friends, a friend he had sworn to protect. He stared at the way his partner in crime gently stroked her bruised cheek. Hongjoong was a different man when she was involved, he'd either be very passive or he'd be ready to burn down everything- he'd go into self-destruction mode. That is why when they received the video he had begged the man to go to his girlfriend, but all he got in response was a maniacal look with a, “Whatever happens Hwa, make sure my precious doll ends up living a life she deserves.”

He was glad it had not come to that, truthfully, he was grateful that his best friend was alive and well. He had questions, he really did, how had he managed to escape? How did he manage to pull this off? What was their next step, at the moment, he believed giving the two space would be better, giving them a day or two to heal, for him to properly talk to her, and for her to mentally and physically get better. In a day or two, he would formally apologise to her once more, knowing she would forgive him easily, he was her ‘Hwa’, and that apparently was the only quality he needed to be forgiven. He nodded to himself, before walking towards the door, not bothered about never receiving an answer to his question, there was no reason to doubt her anyway, Hongjoong was a smart man, he would never ruin his future plans for his burning passion and want for her, just to keep her happy-

“Then I'd let her use my body to cushion her fall.” 

Seonghwa, who by now was at the door, about to leave, froze, slowly turning in place to look at the man who was staring at no one else but the sleeping woman, gently stroking her hair as he mumbled again,

“I'll burn in flames just to keep ya warm, doll, don't you forget that…Joongie won't let anyone…hurt you again.”

As Seonghwa closed the door he had come to an unsettling conclusion, sparing one last glance at the couple before walking away, thinking to himself. They were working to fix this broken system, and while Seonghwa, and perhaps the rest of the gang, wanted to make the world a better place for everyone, for Kim Hongjoong, their leader whom they'd die for, the world was supposed to be a better place for his doll, and if he was unable to make that a reality, Seonghwa knew for a fact that the psycho would set it ablaze until he could mould from its ashes, a world, where his doll could live as she pleased. This was nothing more than a game, to find the perfect dollhouse, for his perfect doll.