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kudzuoath · 1 year ago

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Little Shards of Starlight

Temperance is the only member of the camp without a tent. A storm has Gale offering to share. Something that leads to the resident paladin sharing a part of her past.

Thunder screamed, and lightning cracked the sky above in two. It was all the warning any of them got before the rains came. Hard and fast enough the drops stung exposed skin.

So of course the party scattered like cats for their respective tents.

“Chk, It is only a little water. Are your people so weak that this is all it takes to stop them in their tracks?”

Well, except for Lae’zel.

“Oh do remain out there in all your armor, gith,” called Shadowheart from her tent. “I imagine your kind make excellent lighting rods –”

“Oi!” came a voice from within a faintly glowing newly formed cloud of steam. “No one is getting struck by lightning on my watch! Wait not my tent there’s no room –”

Something was said about ‘boiling the toad’ but that was none of Gale’s business. So long as none of them actually ended up electrocuted, well, that was about as good an end result as you could hope for.

And besides, even if he had wanted to listen in, another crash of thunder drowned everything else out.

First to run for his tent, Gale was nonetheless last to actually make it even with Lae’zel’s commentary.

Because he realized midstride that Temperance didn’t have one. (Should I offer – ?) So he turned around and took her by the hand before he could think himself in circles at the gesture. They both fled, soaked to the skin and sliding through what was rapidly becoming mud until they made it. Only for Temperance to trip over the haphazard pile of books he hadn’t gotten around to organizing yet, and take him and his telescope down with her.

The telescope in question smacked into Temperance’s skull mere seconds before the paladin’s elbow introduced itself to one of his lungs. “Gah!”

Going well, he thought. Perhaps next you can bludgeon her with your staff.

Temperance swore. Something else – the tower of books? – rained down on them. By the time the thuds ceased, they were both clutching something, and Temperance was half sprawled atop him. He heard a muffled something like ‘bloody tail’ and found himself grateful to be harassed by an errant elbow and not, say, her horns.

“Well,” he wheezed once he was able to draw breath. “That might have gone better.”

Temperance turned her head so she could see his face, and there was something devastatingly charming about the way her hair stuck to her skin in damp navy curls, almost mirroring the dark flames along her jawline. A subtle catlike smile curled at the corners of her mouth. His chest ached at the sight.

“Does this count as having a trapped tent?” she murmured, unaware of his thoughts. “It’s not how I thought you’d use all the books we’ve been picking up.”

He laughed, that terrible pressure around his heart easing somewhat. “You would be astounded to hear all the myriad ways a Wizard can use a book in a trap. As a tripwire is perhaps the most unconventional of them.”

Temperance rolled off of him, and squawked when a book apparently stabbed her in the spine. She pulled it free with an expression of suspicion – but even victimized by the thing still took a moment to set it carefully aside.

“Hm. Well, the other kind of trapped book must assume the victim is the sort to go around opening them at random.”

A snort. “Well, considering all I’ve seen of you on our mutual misadventures you would make a most excellent target. When I was at Blackstaff I had a particular tome come into my hands that turned out to lead directly to the water plane should you open to the correct sequence of pages – not what one expects from a medium best suited toward remaining dry! Though it does explain the foxing and water damage, come to think.”

Temperance leaned closer as he spoke, the curiosity he so loved sparking in her eyes. How often had he watched someone's eyes glaze over instead?

“Was it a trap? Or was that its function?” she asked.

His heart may as well have turned to goo with the way it went all warm and drippy in his chest. Like candle wax.

“Ah, you would think something so dratted inconvenient was meant to harm but in this case the second option was the truth! An elemental –”

Before he could really get started the thunder cut him off. So loud it must have been right above them. It cracked like a whole mountain was coming down. And if he hadn’t been looking, if their legs hadn’t still been touching, he might not have noticed the way Temperance reacted.

Her pupils narrowed to the thinnest of slits. And she’d flinched, then stiffened, her loose limbs going stone-like against him. He lifted his hands – but they hovered rather than reached.

“What’s wrong?”

Her throat bobbed and her eyes refocused on him. That hidden smile was long gone. Replaced by a face gone carefully blank. He hadn’t realized until this moment that it had been some time since he’d seen her this kind of expressionless.

“I… don’t like storms,” she admitted. As if it were something he’d mock her for.

Never. She could admit to a paralyzing fear of the color yellow and he would think no less of her for it. Thus far his only complaint was how she’d lied about her name when they met.

“I’m not particularly fond of spiders,” he replied. Though to be fair – who was? Other than perhaps the devout drow of the underdark. And that mad soul in the whispering depths of the well they’d descended.

Her shoulders relaxed – but only for a moment. The storm was only growing in fury, and his tent seemed very poor shelter indeed with how it screamed around them. Temperance flinched with every crash of thunder and flash of lightning. The electric purple of her eyes was nearly swallowed by the black of them.

“How can I help?”

She shook her head, mute.

He hated to see her like this. Even if what he saw was mostly the stark difference of the last few moments. From open and almost playful, to a carefully curated nothing. He watched as she sat up, back turned to him, the line of her shoulders too sharp. Save her breathing – too measured to be anything but intentional – she did not move. Just the same as she was before a fight.

Again he reached out. Her hand was right there on the rug. But his own curled away before they touched.

“I have an idea.”

Shedding books he sat up himself, lifted his hands and began to tug at the weave. Pulling on the vast, starlight threads to compose a change in the world around him. He could feel it humming in his chest, feel the orb open one eye in interest as it always seemed to when he cast a spell these days.

Go to sleep, he thought at it. Teetering on the edge of creation. Staring into the dark heart of himself and willing that cold and hollow place to stay buried, to keep its teeth sheathed. For now, it seemed the balance was still in his favor. That eye slipped closed again. The orb remained quiescent. Though no longer stable.

He should have left days ago. He should already be running for the most remote reaches of Faerun.

Gale shook his head. Ignored the awful seesaw lurch of his heart.

Not yet, he thought. Not yet.

The spell drifted from his fingertips, and settled into the fabric of his tent. And the moment it did, the world around them went silent. Oh – the tent still shook and rippled from the rain and the wind, the lighting still flared brilliantly beyond. But the thunder and the howling gusts were silent.

When he turned to look at her, Temperance was staring, tail twitching back and forth among his scattered books. Unfrozen. Good? He couldn’t read her expression. It was still blank. Had he overstepped? Perhaps he should have asked. Maybe not being able to hear the storm was worse, somehow. Like turning your back on a yawning darkness.

“It’s a modified version of the ‘silence’ spell. I discovered the particular ratios of that one ages ago when I was just a lad – my mother was always trying to get me to stop experimenting and go to sleep – possibly so she might have a moment’s peace – so naturally the perfect solution was to ensure no one could hear what I was getting up to. It went perfectly well until the time I found myself face to face with a rather peeved pixie – well. The point is, I needed the walls silent, but not my room, of course, due to the verbal components of a spell –”

Temperance was smiling again, one eyebrow raised. “A tressym, a magma mephit, and a pixie?”

He laughed, relieved. “Two out of three remaining friends is not such a terrible track record, all things considered.”

“I imagine your parents wished they’d simply given in and gotten you that kitten,” she teased. And then it was Temperance who reached out. Just as she had the first time, when he’d told her of his condition. Though this time it seemed more deliberate. Not instinct. She took his hands. “Thank you.”

“Pish,” he blurted. “It was the least I could do, truly.”

Her lips twitched, and her nostrils flared. “Nevertheless.”

Mirth faded. She scooted a little closer to him. He might have worried to see her face so somber, but he’d learned it was the expressionless mask that ought to bother him.

“You’ve… been quite vulnerable with me. Shared things… shared things that cannot have been easy. I want to return the favor. Though… I suppose it’s not much of one.”

Curiosity burned. Temperance so rarely offered pieces of her past to any of them.

He squeezed her hands. “Anything you’re willing to share. I do know how to listen, surprising as that might be to hear.”

“Can I show you instead? I don’t… I don’t know if I can really find the right words. Explain why it’s storms, of all things, that… unsettle me.”

The tadpole made itself known. Squirming behind his eye and making his ears ring and whine. The pain was both sharp like broken glass, and dull, like dolorous bells inside his skull. Both of them winced in unison.

“Show me,” he said. “The carnivorous wards we’re looking after until such time as they decide to fly the coop, so to speak, have already woken. It suits us to use what we can of them, before they use what they will of us.”

With a nod, Temperance reached out along the mental link they usually allowed to sleep undisturbed between them. And he followed the thread of it backwards. Into her mind.

Into another storm.

The cart with its display of caged birds that had so distracted him is being packed away. As if it never existed. Strangers scurry hither and yon like giants. None of them paying him any mind unless he’s unlucky enough to be underfoot. The rain is only a patter now. Ice cold and sliding down the back of his shirt. But there’s a howling sound coming from the harbor, and the black clouds above the market are filled with bright purple flickers.

“Get inside kid!” A stranger shouts, throwing a tarp over his vast collection of water clocks for sale. “Or at least get your skinny ass back to the hells!”

Frantic, he takes off at a half run in the direction he’d last seen his mother. She’d been holding his hand loosely. But at some point – when he’d crouched down to look at the caged swan? – her calloused fingers had slipped from his.

She should have been right behind him. Maybe a few feet away, at the stall where a gnome was selling jeweled brooches. But then there’d been a crack of thunder and the people had started to retreat and his mother was simply gone. As if the clouds had reached down and swallowed her.

He shouts himself hoarse, arms folded around himself as the rain starts coming down hard enough to hurt. The wind picks up, and the water seems to cut into him no matter which way he turns. Somehow he’s found himself in streets all the darker. Mostly mud. He’s hopelessly lost. Alone in Neverwinter. Alone in a city he’d only seen for the very first time today.

Surely, he’s going to be found.

Surely someone will help him.

But then the streets begin to flood, and he has to run. Chilled to the bone. Exhausted.

He runs, and runs, and runs. Until the buildings have dropped away and he’s at the harbor. Watching the water rise like a big, black mouth. Swallowing and spitting out the docks as it is whipped up into a frenzy.

And finally! Finally, a set of weathered old hands lifts him up.

He clings to the stranger, sobbing. They smell like stale beer and salt and fish.

But they take him away from the harbor and into a tavern so old the floorboards are soft and bowed. But there is a fire. And the storm is hushed. And he simply cannot keep his eyes open after spending all afternoon and nearly half the night in a terror of confusion –

Gale fell back into himself abruptly as the memory ended. His body feels too big. Too male. And there was a distinct disconnect at the base of his spine, where a tail has never been. Something similar with how much lighter his head feels, even though Temperance’s horns had barely grown in at the time of her remembrance.

“Hells,” he said. Shaking himself. It did not help that, thanks to the present storm – he was rather damp still. “No wonder you don’t like them. What did your mother say? When she found you?”

Temperance had her hand to her forehead, wincing slightly. But at his question she looked up, brows pulled together. She opened her mouth. Closed it. And he knew immediately that he’d asked the wrong question. Had the woman been angry at her daughter? Surely not. And yet Temperance’s reaction was… odd.

“She – I – well.” Temperance scrubbed at her face. Hid it. “She didn’t find me, Gale.”

His brain ground to a halt. “What?”

“I never saw her again after that,” Temperance said. She dropped her hands, and looked at him with feigned calm. “I imagine she continued on to Baldur’s Gate without me, to her wedding.”

That grinding only got worse. How could – who would – “She left you?”

“Or she was murdered,” she said. “Though I never heard anything about her body being found. For… a long time… I thought it was an accident. Or my fault. I let go of her hand, you see.”

“That is the most absurd, callous –”

“I was six,” she deadpanned. “Children are often absurd.”

He swallowed invectives. And forced the rising tide of outrage down. His chest began to burn regardless of his intentions. The orb flexed its claws. Testing the cage of his ribs. So Gale took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Counted to ten. There would be no magical item strong enough to temper him now if he let the beast around his heart out. And Temperance deserved better than an abrupt end for sharing something so personal with him.

“Forgive me. I simply cannot comprehend the sort of – of – pestilent person who would abandon their child like that. I know it must happen but – six?”

Her eyes slid away from his. But he’d caught the bright flare of anger in them all the same.

“I stayed with Kell in the tavern for a week,” she said. “Then his coin ran out and the owner of the tavern kicked him out. And me along with. He tried. But he was too in his cups to be much help after a while. I took care of myself. And some smaller kids, when they needed it. Before I went to live at the Temple.”

So many things made sense now. In particular, how she’d interacted with Mol. With that little tiefling boy and his ‘lucky’ ring.

This time when Gale reached out he did not hesitate. Their hands linked. He squeezed them lightly. Trying to convey encouragement. Care.

Something that had her turning her head to look at him. To his surprise, she hadn’t gone blank again. Rather, seemed to be chewing on the inside of her lip. As if she wasn’t sure what to say now either.

“He’s the one you were talking about when you asked if I was addicted to Magic,” he said at last.

A nod. “He got mean. Mean enough that he kept trying to quit. Never managed to lay a hand on me, before you ask. But others did. I wasn’t a very good thief in the beginning.”

For all the trouble he’d caused as a child – and even more recently, as an adult – he’d never worried that his mother might simply leave him behind at the market one day like an ill favored hat. Worried he might let her down, that his vast potential was merely that, potential? Of course. But he’d always known even in his worst moments that he would have his mother and his tressym. Even if he couldn’t bear to let the former get too close these days.

Her hands flexed in his. But not as if she wanted to let go. So he kept holding them. Felt his heart beating in his fingers.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. I find myself with little to say more than that. I am… grateful that you have trusted me enough to tell me your fears at all, let alone let me into your mind that I might understand them. You deserved a good deal better than what befell you, Temperance. You are simply put, one of the better people I have ever known.”

That made her draw back. Only a little. Her hands began to slip out of his. But then they tightened instead. She let out a harsh breath, and bowed her head. “I’m still getting used to you… meaning things. You speak so eloquently, I’m always looking for the lie. But there never is one.”

“Unlike some others I could name, I am a veritable fount of sincerity, dear Paladin.”

“You can say Astarion.”

“Perish the thought. I would never disparage one of your friends.”

An eyebrow raised. But she was smiling, and he counted that as a win. “Of course not. You know he tried to tell me he admired me the other night.” She snorted. “Maybe I might have accepted it. But he did it in that voice – you know the one –”

“Oh yes,” Gale agreed, a note of exhaustion entering his voice. “I know exactly the one.”

“He’s used it on all of us,” she said. “I think we’ve all caught on that he’s the cat amongst the mice.”

“Oh? Are we all mice then?”

When had she begun to lean in again? Or had that been him? Her hands felt so warm in his.

“Perhaps not mice,” she conceded. “In fact. I’d say several others are cats too. Such as Shadowheart. Karlach would be a dog, though.”

“What about myself?”

Her smile had gone almost sly. “Why, clearly a tressym. You’re far too magical to be merely feline. Besides, from all you’ve said about Tara the two of you ought to match.”

“Then you must be a swan,” he said. “As fierce as they are lovely. I can think of few things that would suit you better.”

“Than a goose with a good reputation? I’ve met swans. They’re terrible bastard birds.”

Gale shook his head, still smiling. Though his face was burning. Just a little. “When I call you a swan I cannot help but think of their grace and beauty. Their protective fury. I’ve seen you charge into the frey for a child at least twice now. Both times the sight filled me with awe. I imagine only the children in question were more struck by the sight of you.”

This time one of her hands did pull away. To cover her still smiling face. Which had gone bright red. “Thank you.”

“Shall I go on?” he teased.

“Please don’t.”

She dropped her hand and had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye now. They were close enough he could feel her breath on his face. And she seemed to have noticed at the same moment he did. But rather than stiffen and startle away from him as she had before… she stilled. Her eyes flicked to his lips, and back.

He wanted to. Good gods he wanted to. So fiercely it made his chest burn. And he knew she wanted to kiss him. Wanted to be kissed. The memory of the one she’d imagined during his magic lesson lingered in the forefront of his mind.

“As my lady commands,” he said. Voice a near whisper.

Temperance’s free hand settled on the side of his face. Light as a feather. As if she expected him to run from her.

This is a bad idea, said a voice in the back of his head that sounded very much like Tara.

He’d learned the hard way what ignoring that voice could do. He set his hand over hers. Laced their fingers together. And drew it away. Her eyes shuttered. A flash of hurt.

“I can’t,” he said. “Please understand. I wish to. More than you might think. But… the orb is no longer stable. And even before –”

She sighed. It seemed to come from very deep inside of her. “I understand.”

“Please do,” he all but begged. “If I could –”

A sad little smile. “I believe you.”

She pulled back. But slowly. And she left the one hand in his.

“Tell me about that book that led to the water plane? Did you manage to extract an elemental?”

His heart staggered in his throat. Choking him with a hundred regrets he could never voice. A thousand unsung screams about how bloody unfair it was that he was meeting this woman now, now that he was so far past saving it was laughable.

And then, he pulled himself together. He had only himself to blame.

“It’s funny you should mention water elementals,” he said. His voice cracked. But he cleared his throat and pressed onwards. “They happened to be the first thing through once the sequence was completed – the boy’s dormitory was flooded by the time I managed to convince the fellow to go home. I developed something of a reputation as you might expect…”

Afternoon passed into evening with more of the same. More than once he had her laughing. And more than once she made his mouth go dry and that damned thing under his skin stir and burn him. Made him regret that he could not kiss her.

In another life, he promised himself.

For now, he would hoard these moments like the proverbial dragon. Pull them out to look at when the days ahead grew too dark. Like little shards of starlight.

#bg3 #gale/tav #my writing #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #Temperance Crier

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syncopein3d · 8 months ago

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Broken World

4: Bad Night

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

CW: badly injured whumpee, implied past violence, loss of consciousness, fear of death, discussion of death, offensive/ignorant cis questions, blood, bruises, broken ribs, difficulty breathing, stranger caretaker, uncertain fate

Ripper ate the noodles without much interest. They felt like they gouged on their way down, and it couldn’t taste much. It wouldn’t be able to for a couple of days. Mostly they kept an eye on Robert as they sat there, in case he dropped the fat styrofoam cup or threw up. Neither happened. Afterward, he set the cup on the nightstand and sloshed water from the bottle around his mouth before he swallowed.

“So, where do you sleep?” Robert asked.

“I’ve got a couple of things to do. Then I’ll lie on top of the other side. It’s a big bed,” Ripper said.

“Yeah, well, if I die just dump the body in the garage,” Robert said. “In case I get back up.”

“Do I want that?” Ripper asked.

“It’d mean your extra work wasn’t wasted.” He leaned back into the pillow stack, swollen eyes all the way shut now.

“Good point.” They threw away the trash and washed the cup and fork they’d used for the noodles. Then they grabbed the duffel and went to take a hurried shower and brush their teeth. In a few minutes they were cleaned, changed into different sweats, and padding barefoot back into the guest room. Robert was still breathing, the wheeze audible, so Ripper shut off the light and lay down facing him on top of the comforter. Its current cheapish smart phone made a small weight in one pocket. It actually thought he was asleep until he said,

“You sleep in a mask?”

“Nobody knows my face, and I’m not starting with you. Go to sleep.” It was all the Ripper could do to keep its own eyes open. Food eased the stomach cramps even if it didn’t affect the overall raw feeling that came from turning itself inside out to pass through the Other Place. Acetaminophen dulled the pain a little. And they were so very tired…

Ripper woke up with a start, rolling backward off the bed to crouch on the floor behind before they even registered why they were awake.

Then the noise happened again, a small, pained bark, and it realized Robert was trying not to cough and failing. They clawed their way back up onto the bed, stifling a groan. It felt like every raw place inside them had stiffened. A glance at the phone said it was six a.m. They must have slept for about six hours. There had been dreams, a snarl of uncolors and pain.

“You okay?” Robert asked. He was half-curled on his side facing away, so he could stay supported by pillows but keep weight off his left ribs. For a second his misshapen nose was there in silhouette as he tried to look over his shoulder.

“Better off than you are. How long have you been coughing?”

“Few minutes, I guess. Hurts like Hell. Is that normal?” His voice wasn’t any less graveled than yesterday.

“With broken ribs, yes. I’ll make tea.”

“All this time I thought people were really weird about pain,” he muttered. “Turns out I wasn’t feeling most of – kaff – fuck! Feeling most of it.”

“How sad for you,” rasped Ripper, already carrying the kettle away to refill. Robert coughed again twice while it was doing this. When it came back he was lying with his eyes closed, face half-buried in the pillow. Ripper thought he had passed out or gone back to sleep for a minute or so. Then, when it was pouring hot water over the black tea bags, he said,

“Why you doin’ this?”

“Good for a sore throat.”

“You know what – kff – what I meant.”

“You said your blood could heal me, remember?” Even to themselves, they sounded dry.

“It can. But you haven’t gone looking for needles or asked my blood type or nothing. Y’don’t believe me, do you?”

“I believe you’d say anything to stay alive.” Ripper shrugged. “I would, too, if I was you. But you did tell me where the carnite was. That’s worth something. And I can’t do anything with it for another couple of days anyway. I’m not busy.”

“Can’t. Why?” A thin sliver of bloodshot eye appeared to regard them.

“None of your business.”

“You’re sick,” Robert said. “Worse than when you found me. That thing you do, it hurts you.”

“Shut up. You want milk and sugar or not?”

“Nah,” Robert said. He eased himself into a more upright position, gritting his teeth. “Thanks. So you can’t travel to sell this shit until you get better. DO you get better?”

Ripper glared down at him. Robert looked back up at him. Then he grinned, showing a couple of missing teeth.

“You don’t scare me,” he said. Ripper exhaled involuntarily, not quite a laugh.

“Fine, you ass. I get better until I have to tear again. It’s never right any more, but tearing is worse. Can you hold this?”

“Yeah. Gimme it.” He held the mug in both hands, inhaling the steam. “So you think you can find somebody to fix you with the carnite so it doesn’t hurt no more. Who would you even trust to do that?”

“I know someone,” Ripper said. “She’s operated on me. She’ll be honest enough as long as I pay up.”

Robert listened as he drank tea, nodding slightly. Then he said, “You don’t think you’ll wake up strapped down and she’ll cut bits off you until you tell her where the carnite is?”

“I think her reputation is worth more to her than nine hundred fifty million dollars.”

“That’s crazy.”

“She’s a very specific kind of crazy. Do you think you can eat a protein bar?”

“No,” Robert said. “Stomach feels weird.” He set down the mug on the nightstand and would have just flopped backward if Ripper hadn’t caught him by the shoulders to help lower him back down. He didn’t wince at the thumb on the bandaged ball of his shoulder.

“Robert?” There was a clotty mumble, then a cough, no real answer. Ripper wedged him into the pillow pile so he would stay upright. They would swear they heard a crackle to his breathing now, mucus sticking to itself and the walls inside when he breathed. He didn’t fight them.

The wounded man slept fitfully all day. He was never awake enough for a real conversation until evening, when he started to really have trouble breathing. At that point, it decided the risk of suffocation was as bad as the risk of a punctured lung. The Ripper peeled back the covers, put a towel over one shoulder, and straddled his legs, pulling him forward. Then, as he lay with the unbroken side of his ribs against their chest, they thumped his back with their fist to help him cough. The sound was awful, and it could hear the wet sound of tarry mucus and blood hitting the terry cloth. Their arms ached, and that made the ache inside worse, but they didn’t even think of stopping.

Afterward, he breathed a little easier. Ripper could feel him trying to wipe his mouth on the towel before he nudged it aside and rested his forehead on their shoulder. It rubbed his naked back silently for a couple of minutes. His skin still felt hot. The NSAID helped the fever, but had not eliminated it.

“Hey, Ripper,” he said weakly.

“Yeah.”

“I’m afraid to die. I thought I never could.”

“Maybe you won’t,” the Ripper said. “It’s too early to say.” Robert grunted, but he didn’t move, so neither did they.

“Will you tell me one thing?” he whispered.

“Probably,” Ripper said.

“You born flat, or you get ‘em removed?”

It pushed him back into the pillows, ignoring his wheezing laugh. He curled onto his side, but didn’t stop for a while as it stalked away to shove the now-horrible towel into the washer.

“Asshole,” they said, as they came to pull the covers back over him.

“You said you’d tell,” Robert gasped. A weak hand clutched at their wrist. They detached it, but carefully, setting his hand back on the mattress.

“I had top surgery. Why do you care?”

“I never knew an agender type – thing - before. Don’t want to die wondering. One more?”

“It better not be about my genitals again, because I’m not answering that.” The fact that he’d said “thing” tempered its annoyance a little. Usually it didn’t even bother with that, because no one would use it. Robert had.

“What d’you call yourself in your head?” he was asking. “Not he or she.”

“It,” Ripper said. “Sometimes they.”

“Yeah. That makes sense.” The swelling in his eyes might be a little less. It was easier to tell when he closed them. Ripper sat on the edge of the bed beside him for a couple of minutes, elbow resting on his hip. After a minute, he said, “Will you stay? It’s gonna be a bad night. If it’s going to happen, I don’t want to be alone.”

“You won’t be alone. I’ll be here,” Ripper said. “But it’s only fair you know that if you do die, I’m rolling your ass off the balcony.”

“Don’ make me laugh again, damn you.”

He couldn’t even drink broth that night. Ripper finished the cup itself. When they had showered they crawled into bed with him under the covers, wearing boxers and a loose tee shirt with the name of a college they’d never been to on it. They pressed up close to his burning body, arm carefully over his belly so that they could feel him breathe.

“Starting to feel floaty,” Robert said. “I don’t think it’ll be long.”

“Sh,” Ripper said. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

Robert turned his face into their shoulder. He stayed that way for a long time, his labored breathing loud in the dark room. Ripper held onto him, thumb stroking one of the only unbruised parts of his side, listening to each breath get farther apart.

It was sure he would be dead before morning, that it would one moment be holding a living man and the next moment a corpse. That was bad, but it had done that before in a way that had been much worse. This couldn’t pay for that, but it could at least make it easier for Robert than it had been for Blackknife.

But that wasn’t how it happened.

Ripper snapped awake, arm tightening. Something in the sound of the room had changed. It could feel Robert still breathing –

But it could barely hear him. It lay still for a while, listening, but he had stopped wheezing. Under their arm he breathed easily and regularly, without a hint of obstruction. That couldn’t be. They sat up on one elbow. Robert let his cheek be slid onto the pillow with a small mumble of protest, bur he didn’t wake up. That let Ripper turn far enough to grope around for the hoodie with the smartphone in the pocket. Then it turned the dim half-light of the screen on Robert’s face.

His eyelids were a little dark, but they were smooth, barely swollen. His face was no longer swollen at all, the line of his jaw straight and perfect. His nose was still crooked. Ripper tugged the covers down from his chest to look at his ribcage and was staring dumbfounded at the unbroken and unmarked skin when something hit it so hard in the chest it was knocked backward off the bed.

It knew just enough to cover its head with its arms before it hit the rugs. The phone went flying. Ripper curled on its side, gasping, wondering if its sternum had cracked. Spots danced in front of its eyes, blacker against the black.

“Ripper? Ripper?? Shit!” It was a new voice now. Still a little rough, but strong, definite. They heard Robert slide off the bed, and then felt him scoop them up against his body as if they weighed almost nothing, pulling them into the vee of his legs. “Hey, talk to me. Are you okay? Is anything broken?” He patted at their chest, producing a protesting hiss but no shift of cracked bone. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean -”

“Robert,” it panted.

“Yeah.”

“ Are you better?”

“Yeah. It wore off, finally,” he said.

“Oh. Good,” Ripper said. It let its head rest against a more muscular shoulder than it remembered. Robert was saying something else, shaking them a little, but that was all right. Robert was all right. The thing inside that burned felt farther away...

Ripper felt themselves turning into dead weight, heavy and limp, but it didn't feel important. The world had gone soft and dark.

Part 5

#whump #whumpblr #syncopein3d future reference #cometverse #hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #sick whump #whump loss of consciousness #loss of consciousness whump #@whatwhump #small time villains #stranger caretaker #villain caretaker #agender caretaker #male whumpee

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contreparry · 2 years ago

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Hi Ann. For dadwc: How about "You asleep?" for a pairing of your choice? Happy writing!

Here's some modern!AU Fenders for @dadrunkwriting!

Anders woke up with a problem on his hands.

More like a problem between his legs, if he was going to be technical, but considering that he hadn't had a wet dream in literal years (his years on the front lines with the Wardens was enough to make him wish he never had dreams again) Anders wasn't going to quibble over definitions. Dreaming itself was a surprise, never mind having an enjoyable one. And it was pleasant! He was soaking in a warm bath that was big enough for him to stretch his legs out completely and have room to spare. He had a beer in hand (a nice light ale), his favorite music was playing on the radio, and some very strong, clever hands massaged his aching shoulders as he leaned back into a firm, warm chest-

So perhaps it was a teensy bit dirty, but who could blame him? It was HIS dream! It just left him with a pounding heart, dry mouth, an ache in his gut, and a rock hard cock, but maybe he could fix that problem with a little assistance.

"Hey. Hey, Fenris," Anders whispered. His voice was impossibly loud in the quiet dark of Fenris' bedroom. A cargo ship's horn sounded in the distance, and the street below was busy with traffic and the sounds of the punk bar across the street, but Fenris' bedroom was a sanctuary, a world unto itself. There was a reason Anders found himself sleeping there most nights, and it wasn't just for the sex or the comfy mattress. It was- Anders turned his head to trace Fenris' profile. Fenris made a soft snorting sound, rolled onto his side with his back facing Anders, and was still.

Well. That wasn't going to help. Anders tried again.

"Feeeenris," Anders whispered, his voice rising perilously close to a whine. "Fenris, you asleep?"

"I was," came the grumbled reply, and with a violent jerk Fenris flopped over to cage Anders beneath him, arms on either side, body heavy on top of him. The meat of Fenris' thigh slid between his legs, ground down into the hard, heavy heat and Anders. Whimpered.

The silence hung like weight above them.

"... are you serious?" Fenris asked. He peered down at Anders, his great green eyes reflecting in the low light of the room, and Anders felt the heat rise to his face because Fenris was staring at him as if he had grown a second head.

To be fair he sort of had.

"I tried to tell you!" Anders said, and he wished he could melt into the mattress and disappear. Maybe it would have been better if he snuck off to his own bedroom to jack off, but that might have woken Fenris up anyways and-

"For a man who complains about how exhausted he is every waking moment, you certainly don't do much to improve your situation," Fenris muttered, though Anders thought he sensed a begrudging sort of admiration underneath his words. Fenris shifted his weight, dragged his hand down until it slipped under the waistband of Anders' boxers. He curled his fingers around Anders' cock and brushed his thumb over the swollen, sensitive head. Anders' hips bucked up as if an electric current raced through his body.

"Fenris," Anders groaned as Fenris reached for the nightstand for the lube. "I- it's not like I do it deliberately, y'know."

"I know," Fenris replied, and suddenly the hand on his cock was gone. "And I'll-" The sound of the cap popping open echoed through the room. "Take care of it." Fenris sounded particularly smug at that, and when he grasped Anders' cock again his hand was slick and tight and-

"Fuck," Anders wheezed. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck-"

"Mmhmm," Fenris agreed, and Anders fell apart under his touch. It wasn't just the swift, tight movement of Fenris' hand. He might have lasted longer if it was just that. No, it was the soft mattress underneath them, the way heat radiated off Fenris like a furnace, the soft brush of Fenris' hand against his forehead as he brushed hair out of his eyes, the huff of Fenris' breath against his bare neck- it was private. Safe. And it was so, so easy to simply let go.

The world returned in pieces: the low vibrating blast of the distant cargo ship horn in the bay, the yellow magic-light glow of the streetlamps below, Fenris' coarse hair against the crook of his neck, Fenris' voice softly murmuring something Anders couldn't quite understand into his chest, the beating of his heart-

"Your turn?" Anders asked weakly, and Fenris laughed.

"Go sleep, Anders," he ordered, and he wiped his hand on the bed sheet before nuzzling close.

"No, but really," Anders yawned, his eyes heavy and his body finally, finally unwound. "Don't wanna leave you... y'know... wanting..."

"Good night, Anders," Fenris replied. "Make it up to me in the morning."

Now that was an excellent idea. Anders yawned again, buried his face into the top of Fenris' head, and fell asleep.

#my writing #da drunk writing circle #modern!Thedas Roommates AU

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robingurlscorner · 4 months ago

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Thunder Cats: Thunder Kittens Universe

Title: RSV Infection

Author: Robin Gurl

Summary: an illness is spreading through 3rd Earth and it’s hitting the younger dwellers. The thunder cats need to figure it out and keep the kittens from getting it.

Tags: hurt/comfort, family, drama

RSV Infection

“Lion-O don’t come any closer.” Willa’s voice called from several feet away.

The young Lion looked around his surroundings unable to see where she was coming from. “Willa? Are you in trouble? You said it was an emergency.”

“I was hoping you would send Tygra. He seems to know more about healing techniques than the rest of you.” A coughing spell was heard echoing off the trees followed by a wheezing voice. “The Maidens have been ravaged by some sort of illness. It’s spreading rapidly.”

“A cold? The flu?”

“This is different, Lion-O. It’s killed several of our little ones.”

He takes another step closer wanting to find her and help. “Willa, maybe the Thunder Cats can help.”

“How, Lion-O? If you come close you will catch it as well. It’s very contagious. Please, step back. Stay out of the jungle until we maidens figure this out.” Her coughing turns harsh as she stumbles falling out of one of the trees. She curls up on her side coughing hoarsely her body shuddering, it sounded painful.

“Willa?! By Jaga.. let me he-“

“BACK OFF.” She shouts scooting back. “If you get this then your littles will get it as well.”

“L-Littles?”

“Our little ones are dying Lion-O. They are too young and aren’t able to protect themselves. We don’t need to add your littles to it.”

“…oh. Children.” His eyes widen as he realizes and backs up. The only ‘littles’ they had were the twins. “Kit and Kat you mean?.”

She nods getting to her feet unsteadily. “It starts with coughing. Coughing that leads to wheezing. Its not a dry cough. It will start to wake the person up at night as their lungs fill up with a sticky substance. The cough will steal their energy.. they won’t have enough to stay awake and cough it up. They will drown in the substance and die.”

He steps back some more at hearing that. “I-Is there anything we can do?”

“Medicine. Do you have any medicine from your planet that could help? Does Tygra know of anything?”

“I’ll ask him and see what he says, Willa.” Lion-O attempted to explain nervously. He didn’t want to volunteer Tygra without asking him first, especially since he wasn’t an actual doctor. While everyone trusted Tygra with their lives, he wasn’t an actual medical doctor. If the ailment wasn’t “normal” or something that could be researched, he generally would have no idea what to do. “If nothing else maybe we some general medicine from Thundera that could make the symptoms not as painful to work through.”

Lion-O had seen this firsthand when the kittens caught pneumonia six months back. He had originally thought the tiger knew everything.. but once the twins crossed into the severe side, he was helpless and had to beg for help outside of the lair.

The Warrior Maidens had been the ones to step up and help.

Willa lets out a sigh of relief as she wraps her scarf tighter around her neck over her nose and mouth. “That would be very helpful, Lion-O. Don’t have him come into the jungle. He has two littles. I will leave notes outside of the jungle that he can read. Our normal drop off point.”

Lion-O nods, “I’ll let him know. Go get some rest.”

*~*

“So that’s what she told me.” Lion-O says as he explains it to Panthro. “Once Tygra and Cheetara get back, I’ll explain it to them as well.”

“That explains why you came in soaked and wet out of the shower earlier.” Panthro laughs as he turns around in his chair.

“I know. I just didn’t want to take the chance of it somehow getting on me.”

“Sadly, there isn’t much we can do in ways of “healing” something like this.” The panther sighs crossing his arms as he leans back into the control room chair.

“I know…” The other nods nervously rocking back on his heels. “It’s part of the reason I didn’t promise anything to her.”

“It’s more prevention, isolation, quarantining and attempting to find a medication that may help. Tygra will tell you the same thing.”

“Is there anything we can do? She sounded scared, Panthro… Willa is different than any woman I’ve ever known. She doesn’t show fear very often and she was terrified.”

“Medicine is science not magic, Lion-O but as always we’ll do our best.” The panther shakes his head looking over at the screen as the cameras flick back and forth from various locations in the lair. It stops on the sitting room showing the kittens playing a board game on the floor with Snarf hovering over them.

“What scares me more is that we have two “littles” ourselves. We can’t risk getting them sick.” Lion-O states then sighs nervously. “…even if that means sacrificing some of Willa’s children for our own.”

“It’s not easy being Lord of The Thunder Cats or reigning over any group of people, Lion-O. You’re forced to make hard decisions that will impact some and potentially harm others. Willa is having to make her own hard decisions right now.”

“When is Tygra getting back?”

“He and Cheetara should be returning within the next hour.” Panthro looks up at the young lord worried. He was impressed with how Lion-O was taking all of this, but he could already tell it was taking a toll on him. “Just go relax a bit. I know it’s hard but it’s all you can do.”

“Is there nothing I can do?”

“Why don’t you write up what you know about this illness out on paper and have it ready to present to Tygra when he returns.”

“Oh! That’s a good idea, I’ll go do that.” Lion-o starts to head out.

“Lion-O.”

“Yes?”

“You need to be careful. Your life matters above everyone else in the lair. You’re the Lord of the Thunder Cats. We will sacrifice ourselves for you. You will no longer be the one that goes back and forth to relay information.”

The young lord turns. A brief look of shock crosses his features before he heaves a sigh. “I-I know…trust me. I know and I hate it.”

Panthro watches him leave the control room before turning back around in his chair to finish out his shift.

*~*

“You can extend the drawbridge, Panthro. We’re coming up over the hill now.”

Panthro leans forward pressing a button before pulling a lever. The draw bridge outside starts to extend over the moat. “Before you two cross over, stop on the side. We’ll meet you outside.”

He gets up looking to Lion-O, “I don’t agree with this but we do need your help.”

“I intend to help as much as I can, and I think most of this will come with some proactive precuations.” The lion explains as he hands Panthro the piece of cloth that he had added some ear hooks to.

“A mask?”

“Tygra isn’t the only one who can research things. I went through the books we brought from Thundera.. colds and other airborne diseases are spread through water vapors when we talk and breathe… so maybe keeping something over our nose and mouth will help.”

“And the tank?”

“We don’t know where they’ve been and if they’ve been in the jungle we need to wash it down.” Lion-O sighs a bit embarrassed. “A-A bit heavy handed but I want to start off strong and see if we can prevent it from getting in the lair.”

“No. I’m impressed and proud Lion-O. It is a bit heavy handed but let’s see what happens.” Panthro smiles and claps Lion-O’s shoulder before putting his own on. “Let’s go.”

*~*

“Tygra, Lion-O and Panthro are coming over the bridge to meet us….they are wearing coverings over their faces?” Cheetara turns back to her mate worried.

“What in Thundera is going on?” Tygra calls as he starts to get near the others. He stops in mid step when the other two stop where they were several hundred feet away. He holds his arm out for Cheetara to stop as well.

“Remove your uniforms and step away from the tank.”

“Lion-O, what is going on?” Tygra asked again letting out a scared growl.

“Tygra, they brought out the hose.” She whispers her voice shaking. “What do they want with that?”

His eyes widened realizing what the other two were attempting to pull off. “Q-Quarantine. It’s some sort of Quarantine. From what I don’t know. Best to follow along until we do.”

They both started to remove their uniforms throwing them in a pile away from themselves. The only things they had left were their symbols in their hands.

“Forgive me, I know its sudden. Just trust us.” Panthro called out. “The water is going to be cold, I’m afraid I don’t have any heat hooked up to it.”

Lion-O watched horrified as his two friends were washed down in the cold water. He swallowed nervously hoping he was doing this correctly. He turns his head and sees the kittens had come outside. “Take care of these two.”

Panthro turns his head looking to the side, he stops spraying when he thinks they are done. “Did you two bring anything back from out there?”

“A few samples.”

“Toss them. Then we’ll wash the tank down.”

Cheetara wraps her arms around herself shivering as Tygra goes to throw what was in the tank out. She watches as he drops it off the side into the moat.

They were so preoccupied they didn’t notice the kittens.

*~*

“You two need to go back inside.” Lion-O calls as he jogs over to them. He reaches up removing the mask over his face smiling as best he can.

“B-But we want to see Tygra and Cheetara.” Wily Kat starts tilting his head. “Why did you stop them from coming in.”

Wily Kit watches wide eyed as the other two are washed down and forced to take their clothes off. “L-Lion-O what’s going on?”

“Please, go back inside.” Lion-O begs. “I know it looks scary, but it’ll be alright. Once we know everyone is safe you can see them.”

“S-Safe?”

“But Lion-O, if they aren’t safe then we can help and-“

“Snarf, take the kittens inside and to the sword chamber. If they try and escape, lock the door.” The Lion suddenly instructs as the red and yellow creature approaches him. He tried to keep his voice from shaking as he did. “Please.”

Snarf purred nervously before turning towards the kittens, “Come on, we’ll go settle in there for a little while. I’m sure everything will be just fine.” Though he could tell from the lion’s actions, something was wrong.

“But Snarf..”

“I’ll get some candy fruit for us to snack on.”

Lion-O sighs turning back to the others. He watches as Panthro finishes spraying down the tank before walking towards them. “Is the tank washed down completely?”

“Yes, they are as well.”

“Ok. I guess it’s safe now. Safer than it was, I hope.” Lion-O offers hopefully.

Together he and Panthro remove their face coverings before approaching the other two. Lion-O hands both Tygra and Cheetara towels. “I’m sorry for that.”

“Lion-O, what in Jaga’s name is going on?” Tygra asks as he takes the offered towel. He turns and helps Cheetara wrap hers around her shoulders before using his own to dry himself off. “Now is not the time of the year to be taking a hose bath.”

“There is a disease that’s spreading throughout the tree top kingdom. Willa told me today. I was trying to prevent it from getting close to the lair until we had a plan of attack.”

“Come inside and Lion-O will explain.”

*~*

“Well that certainly explains the cold shower.” Tygra jokes as he sits down in one of the council room chairs. He takes the notes from Lion-O skimming through them quickly as two of the other three join him at the table. “While a bit shrewd, it was the right direction to go.”

“T-Thanks.. I just … I want to keep it out of the lair for as long as possible.”

“There is good reason for that. From what you’ve written down, its mainly affecting children. It can transmit to adults but it’s not as deadly when it does.”

“We sent the kids down to the sword chamber.”

“I-I didn’t know where else to send them that they couldn’t escape easily.” Lion-O quickly tried to explain. “They wanted to come see you both and that wasn’t a great idea at the time.”

“Do they know about all of this?”

“No. I haven’t told them. I only told Panthro. I’m sure I scared Snarf as well.”

#my writing #thunder kittens #thundercats 1985

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noteguk · 4 years ago

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bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while.

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from.

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea.

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids.

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings.

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons.

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon.

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place.

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body.

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.”

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes.

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect.

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot.

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really.

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?”

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.”

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.”

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.”

“And what is?” You asked.

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.”

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.”

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.”

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container.

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.”

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.”

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.”

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?”

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.”

He frowned. “Is that your answer?”

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?”

“Because I like giving back to the community.”

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.”

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.”

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?”

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.”

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.”

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?”

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.”

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?”

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.”

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.”

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment.

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily.

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious.

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.”

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.”

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully.

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.”

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive.

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.”

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave?

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.”

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?”

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin.

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.”

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?”

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly.

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.”

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?”

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?”

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.”

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.”

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.”

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.”

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like.

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh.

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening.

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you.

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—”

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?”

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable.

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.”

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.”

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded.

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought.

“Turn around for me,” he asked.

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.”

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked.

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat.

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?”

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time.

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.”

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.”

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.”

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.”

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface.

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.”

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.”

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.”

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank.

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed.

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?”

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.”

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.”

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you.

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state. “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.”

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his.

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that.

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?”

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways.

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.”

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him.

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.”

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...”

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.”

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.”

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.”

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.”

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.”

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm.

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.”

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat.

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home.

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…”

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?”

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.”

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises.

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum.

You, of course, promptly accepted it.

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked.

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.”

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place.

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”

“And, by the way?”

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time.

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breezy-cheezy · 2 years ago

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What Could Go Wrong?

Whumptober Day #12: Cave In

AN: So here’s a fic for once since a friend o mine suggested “Claustrophobia” for Zhongli and I ran with it :) Again my team Bubblewrap because I love them~wish me luck with Tumblr formatting O.o

Also please don’t tag with ships, all relationships portrayed here are platonic!

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The world came to him in a sort of trickle.

Stillness.

The quiet, abrupt plunk of....pebbles?

Something...warm, dripping on his leg.

Dust, tickling his nose, his throat.

Bennett wakes up, coughing on the oppressive air. He blinks, finding not much difference to his view....it's really dark.

"You're awake?" comes a voice in the darkness, making the boy jump.

"O-oh....yeah. Yeah I'm awake." Bennett replies, his own voice rasping through his throat. Archons it's dry here. And where... is here....?

"Good...good." the voice breathes. Was that....Zhongli? Why does he sound so....strained? Bennett scrunches his eyes closed, willing them to focus and adjust. His head was swimming....

"Please try to stay with me, child." Zhongli's voice rumbles again, and....yeah. It really sounds like he's out of breath. That's....bad. In a cave in, air could be very limited.....

Bennett opens his eyes again, looking up. There....must be a dim light coming from somewhere, because now he can make out- dimly- a form in front of him. Kind of above him really. Around him?

Oh....oh gods- "Mr. Zhongli- a-are you alright??" the boy yelps, and the man before him winces. Bennett reins himself in a little. "You...."

"The- the others will find us soon, I'm sure. Their elemental energy is...." gold, dimly glowing eyes close for a brief moment. A slow, shuddering breath, and the man looks at him again. "I will keep you safe until then. Please....remain still, Bennett."

The boy blinks at his now long time adventure companion, dumbfounded. He tilts his head, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of....Zhongli's stone pillars. His eyes trace them up....oh. Oh.

"Oh no....it was bad, wasn't it?" Bennett says, voice trembling. He's starting to remember. The treasure hoarders, explosions, everything becoming so deafening one moment then dead silent the next, dark, so dark-

His bad luck struck again, it seems. A cave in....of course. And....Zhongli was the only thing between their squishy bodies and the unyielding tons of stone above them. It looks like he’s using a combination of his jade shields and pillars to keep their little pocket sanctuary intact.

A vague memory of a story floats through Bennett's mind, of a lesser god that had to hold up the entire sky....

"It will be....alright child. Be calm. It will be-" there's a low, wet cough, and more warm....something drips onto his chest. Oh. Oh no no no-

"You're hurt!" "Nothing severe. You hit your head. And it'll be nothing compared to....." the man shudders, and his shoulders stiffen further. His arms remain outstretched, the geo constructs around them shuddering then resolidifying with him. Bennett gulps, noting the dark liquid running down the man's head and cheek, past his lips....maybe some discoloration in his once pristine vest-

Better than being completely crushed, yeah. But....gods, Zhongli was shaking. This much strain could not be good for him. But....there's not much he could do.

Is there?

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Zhongli breathes.

He tries to breathe with the earth, when it creaks, when his shields shook time and again-it was always ever so slight.

Bennett is awake now, which was an incredible relief. He's even talking, which helps....more than he knows.

The earth is heavy. Holding it at bay in this manner was....a strain, even for him. And even if he did try to sculpt a way out for them both, he had no guarantee they would remain safe, that the many tons of rock wouldn't come tumbling down-

Breathe.

"Do you remember what happened?" he asks, trying not to wheeze too obviously. Some ribs were....definitely broken. But he's dealt with worse.

The child he's essentially curled around nods slowly. "Treasure hoarders. Set off some bombs? At a really bad time." Zhongli snorts at that, cringing at the way his abdomen twinges in response. Still, Bennett was right. This was a very bad time indeed.

"I'm so sorry...." Bennett says, quieter. Zhongli’s brow furrows.

"Whatever for?"

"My....my luck-"

"You know you have no real control over that, child." he interrupts, knowing he needed to cut this train of thought off before it got far. "We just came to the wrong place and frightened the wrong people. This happens all the time in....adventuring."

The boy falls quiet. It left Zhongli to focus on his constructs, holding everything together with every bit of energy he had. He just hopes Bennett isn't tearing himself up over this mentally.

He hopes the boy isn't too scared. He knows it's harder for mortals to see in the dark, and the space he's maintaining is rather...small.

Absently, he wonders if this is what Azhdaha felt before-

His chest aches. The stone around them groans- or was that him? He wasn't-

The gold around them flickers softly.

"Mr. Zhongli?!"

"I'm f-" A low groan, his chest rumbling with a more.....draconic growl of effort. Would that he could assume his true form here....but then he himself would crush Bennett, who was so small-

They would die here, crushed beneath the very stone he created, that he used to end the lives of so many.....ironic....

"D-Did I ever tell you about the treasure I found with B-Beidou last week?" a little voice blurts out. Zhongli blinks, gasping for breath. His shields steady as he works on focusing on the boy before him.

"What....?" he manages to gasp out. Green eyes stare up at him, wide, fearful but.....something determined in them too.

"I guess not!" Bennett replies, suddenly sounding much more energetic than he did seconds ago. Strange...."She likes to take me on voyages sometimes, which are really fun. I....it rains alot when I go, but she seems to like storms?? Anyway, so I went with her and-"

Bennett kept talking. Zhongli kind of.....lost track of what exactly he was saying, but even so, his tone and energy served as a welcome distraction. The boy's voice was muffled by the stone, but still cheery and full of life. It was....good.

..................

He doesn't know how much time passes, but they'd finally gotten to the part about....treasure, he thinks. He really wanted to pay attention, he did. But sound seemed to....fade.....in and out.....

There's a rumbling sound, somewhere. A crash. Another. Zhongli sucks in a breath, his eyes snapping to his more frequently flickering shields. Bennett follows his gaze, but then he smiles.

"They're here!" he cheers, and Zhongli doesn't even care that the volume pierces his already pounding skull. Their team members- they made it. He-

He still had to keep them safe, for now. One wrong move and-

Another crash. Something like a battle cry, and a very loud scraping sound. What in Teyvat-

Light breaks through their enclosure, the crackle of electro energy setting their hair on end. He blinks, his eyes burning. Two figures stand over the new hole above them.

They'd made it. Good. Good.

A small hand touches his cheek, and tilts his face over to look at those wide, green eyes again.

"Kaeya and Beidou are gonna get us out now. You can..." the eyes flick to look behind him, then back. "You can let go now. It's okay."

Zhongli's brow furrows. Let go and they get crushed. They die. But Bennett is saying it's alright to stop now. He hears Kaeya shouting reassurances somewhere above them, Beidou swearing up a storm in tandem with more thuds and crashes.....

The world was opening up. His friends had arrived. They were....indeed very capable individuals.....

Zhongli sucks in a shuddering breath, his shields flickering once....twice....then disappearing.

His legs buckle, having nothing to hold up anymore.

He lands on something soft and warm. He feels a small pair of arms wrap around his back, keeping him upright.

"It's okay. Thank you. It's okay now, we're safe....."

Everything fades out, comforting words coaxing him slowly towards rest.

.......A final thought floats through his mind as consciousness slips from his grasp. He wonders.....if his old friend had felt this same warmth when he had been dug from the earth.

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cersworld · 2 years ago

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y/n l/n has had just about enough with the general public and their inability to keep their thoughts and opinions to themselves. park jisung likes to think he's living his best life, which he kind of is. park sunghoon likes to portray himself as someone calm and collected, someone who has their life together; he likes to pretend he’s everything he's not. luckily, sim jaeyun seems to be with him every step of the way.

WARNINGS: swearing, mild violence, stereotyping, queer characters, emotional vacancy (she can't express her emotions well, outwardly), jay is definitely presented as the bad guy so be warned, a lot of feels, identity crises (not really?), inappropriate jokes (sexual and worrying *cough* eg. ED/binging, alexithymia *cough*), etc.

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you jump back as three faces come into view from behind your locker.

“we need to talk.” one of them states, and then you’re being pulled into an empty classroom by a gentle grip on your wrist.

you stared on in confusion as minhee locked the door and all three of them came to stand around you. you were a little alarmed, to say the least, but remained still and calm with the knowledge that you could take jay (about your height, scrawny arms and legs, oozes 'not the face' energy, lies about going to the gym because no one actually goes to the gym) and minhee (those abs were the product of his mum's contour and countless youtube makeup tutorials) in a fight if need be.

jake on the other hand? he was an oddball. of course you had heard of him, but this was your first time seeing and interacting with him so you didn’t really know what to expect. well, at least until he started speaking.

“hey,” the boy dragged out, smiling wide as he reached for your hand, “i’m jake! nice to finally meet you y/n.”

“uh, yeah…hi.” you smiled awkwardly as you reluctantly shook the boy’s hand.

"okay, look. we're gonna get straight to the point here," jay starts with a grave look on his face as he stares at you, "break up with jisung."

you stare, slack-jawed and stunned, before choking out a squeaky, "excuse me?!" and dissolving into a fit of coughs.

jay stepped forward to steady you and you had to mentally restrain yourself from flinching and shoving his hands off your shoulders as he began to speak again, “i’m- we’re serious y/n.”

“what,” you wheeze, “are you going on about now?”

“jisung doesn’t actually like you!”

that abrupt statement from jake has the air leaving your lungs as everyone in the room freezes and the atmosphere quickly becomes tense. it’s hard for you to swallow as you look back at the puppy-like boy. your throat tightens as you try to swallow away the intrusive thoughts that easily seep into your mind at the moment of weakness, tiny disembodied voices whispering cruel phrases that rest in your bones and come out whenever they feel.

“what?” your front stays strong, as always, not showing any cracks as you let out a practiced dry laugh and raise your eyebrow as if the statement alone doesn’t make you want to curl up and cry.

minhee gives you a tight-lipped smile, “y/n, he just wants to be friends.”

he doesn’t want you. just like everyone else, he doesn’t want you.

you purse your lips, pretending to give him a judgemental once-over, “oh, really? and why exactly are you guys the ones telling me this?”

jay sighed, touching your shoulder again, or at least trying to before you dodged it and moved away, “you know how he is. he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. that’s the last thing he wants. he told us because he dodn’t know what to do about it.”

minhee hummed, “we told him to just tell you but he said that he really liked spending time with you and didn’t want to lose your friendship.”

that does… sound like him, i guess. wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. oh god, it probably is true then…damn.

"but still-"

"look, you know how he is." jay cut in sharply, frowning as he headed towards the door, the two others following behind.

jake turned around just before stepping out, giving you a sad smile and speaking gently.

"we're not telling you this to force you to breakup with him, as much as jay might havw made it seem as if we were. we just think it’s best that you know this because we don't want you to unknowingly make jisung unhappy. staying together may cause more damage than breaking up in the long run." and with a shrug, he was gone.

it seemed you had grown too used to the facade you had built over the years. you didn’t know what to think as you felt your insides shut down and stomach hollow out. you didn't know what to think when you went back to your friends and laughed and talked like the last of your fragile heart hadn't just been crumpled and emptied out by the words of a random boy you hadn't even known until today.

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whumpshaped · 3 years ago

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yO, maybe pumpkin's clothes are so covered in blood and all that wet met (as drying on their body) is getting them shivering (maybe feverish). Seth does not like the idea of their toy dying or having to deal with medical asintance, so they undress whumpee and land over one of their own t-shirts. It's obviously big af on pumpkin (like a dress) but it'd fit. Pumpkin gets deligthed by the "kind actions" of their master. yada yada How does that sound?

im FINALLY getting around to this DEAR GOD im so sorry for the wait friend

trigger warnings: conditioning, pet whump, choking, intimate/creepy whumper, creepy comfort(?), blood loss, aftermath of torture, emotional/psychological whump

They were drenched in their own blood. Their clothes were completely soaked, and while it was warm when it was still fresh, the cool basement air quickly made Pumpkin shiver.

They were cold.

They couldn't really sleep in these conditions, and when the door finally opened in the morning, they were happy to at least have some company. Limbs trembling, teeth chattering, they tried to push themself up to show how eager they were to be let out and played with, but they collapsed back onto the floor.

"Oh my..." Seth walked over to the small cage, leaning on top of it. "You don't look too good. You might've lost a little too much blood." Pumpkin whimpered in response, making Seth kick the cage. "Shut up. It's annoying enough to listen to you wheezing, I don't need you whining on top of that."

Pumpkin curled up silently, trying to conserve what little warmth they had left. Did Seth only come downstairs to mock them in their suffering? To make it worse? Maybe he came to take even their shirt away and let them freeze. Maybe he was about to cut them up even more, bleed them dry.

Seth let out a heavy, dramatic sigh. "I guess I can't just let my new little toy die on me. Not so quick at least. Come on, out."

Pumpkin was stripped of their clothes, their shivering only intensifying as Seth brought them upstairs for a... a bath? "S-Sir...?"

"I can't give you clean clothes while you're such a mess."

Right, of course. "Tha- thank you, Sir..."

"Not yet. I might get bored halfway through." They put Pumpkin in the tub, carefully adjusting the water temperature so as not to burn them.

Pumpkin felt like they were in Heaven. Seth scrubbed away all the blood from their body, he even washed it out of their hair, and god, the way those fingers felt on their scalp... their eyes fluttered closed against their will. It was so good. They never wanted it to end. They didn't deserve it, they knew, they were a bad, useless pet for needing such special attention, but at the same time it felt so good, it was impossible to resist.

They didn't even notice as Seth's hands traveled lower, not until they felt the pressure around their throat. Their eyes snapped open and they tried to pull away, but Seth held them back, tightening their hold and causing their breath to hitch.

"I love how vulnerable you get around me," he whispered, and Pumpkin tried to relax. It was okay. If they didn't struggle, Seth wouldn't hurt them. Right? He didn't bring them upstairs and wash their hair just to strangle them right after. Right? "I'm holding you captive and yet you act like you're at a spa."

Pumpkin's mouth fell open and they let out a breathless keen as his grip tightened even more, but they forced themself to stay still, to be good, to be a good little pet. They reminded themself that their owner had every right to take their life away whenever he wanted.

"It makes me want to betray that stupid trust, break it and stomp on the shards."

Their fingers twitched with the urge to grab onto Seth's wrist and try to pry it away. Still. Stay still. Be good.

Pumpkin gasped for air when Seth finally let up, coughing and aggravating every single wound on their body. They didn't know whether they were allowed to thank Seth for letting them breathe.

The rest of the process was delightfully uneventful, in Pumpkin's view. Seth had dried them off, hair and all, before carefully patching them up. It was so uncharacteristically tender and intimate, they could barely believe it. And then, to top it all off, Seth had given them a shirt from their own wardrobe.

"It'll be way too big for you most likely."

It was. Pumpkin felt almost lost in it. They could pull their knees up to their chest and hide in it, be completely surrounded by their owner's scent.

"Thank you, Sir, thank you so much," they muttered for the millionth time, burying their face into the fabric. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Seth had left the basement long ago. It didn't stop them.

#writer whumper #the bad chronicles

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mara-xx217 · 3 years ago

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Hey ! Sorry for being an annoying little shit with my requests but youre so goood ;-;, can you please do a myers reaction to reader escaping him ? The sleep paralysis thing was amazing I loved how he thinks he’d die without her but what if she just skips town and he has no way of tracing her ?

Oof, be prepared for some ANGST!

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Part Four

Gone, Gone, Gone...

The moment Michael stepped into your home, he knew something was terribly wrong. He didn’t need to search the house to know that you weren’t home. It was too quiet, too still. Your shoes were missing, and so was your coat. Making his way quickly to your bedroom, he threw open your closet door to find that some of your clothing was missing, but not all of it. Michael’s grip on the door tightened, until his knuckles were white and the flimsy material it was made of began to buckle and crack under his grip. Slamming it shut so hard it nearly broke the frame, he stomped over to your chest of drawers, opening the specific one that you always hide your important documents in. Gone. They’re gone…

His entire body began to shake, first starting in his fingers before it spread to the rest of his body like an uncontrolled wildfire. He couldn’t see properly, he couldn’t breathe… Michael can’t fucking breathe..! He stumbled backwards, tripping and falling onto your bed, flat on his ass. He was claustrophobic, everything was too close, everything that didn’t fucking matter was too fucking close!

Ripping his mask off, he struggles to not hyperventilate. It was like he was drowning on air, thick, humid, choking, constricting, strangling..! He can’t breathe..! Michael fumbles for the zipper of his coveralls, yanking it down so roughly he’s surely ripped it off. Like anything else matters now… It was both too hot and too cold, too loud and too quiet, too crowded and too empty…

Michael brings a trembling hand to his chest, placing it over his heart. He can feel it beating out of his chest, slamming stubbornly and painfully into his rib cage. He’s never felt like this before. This… What is this..? Am… Am I dying..? Is this what his victims felt as he mercilessly killed them..? Michael began to wheeze, unable to think clearly. This… He balled the fabric of his shirt into his clenched fist, gritting his teeth hard enough to hear them strain under the pressure placed on them.

Empty. Void. Uninhabited. Vacant. Worthless… This house is no longer a home, and Michael couldn’t be more devastated. He couldn’t even pretend that he didn’t care, because he did, immensely. There was no tearful goodbye. No wistful looks from the bus stop. Not even a note was left for him on the kitchen table. You were gone, and you weren’t coming back…

A noise draws his attention. It was soft, barely audible over the blood rushing in his ears: plat, plat, plat- He looks down, and sees dark stains blooming on his thighs. Is- What is… Michael brings trembling fingers to his face, brushing past his cheek. Wet..? Is- I’m- Tears..? Michael Myers, the Shape of Haddonfield, evil incarnate, was crying…

He lets his hand fall to his side, limp, defeated. His stomach churned, twisting and revolting against him. Before he could stop himself, he vomited suddenly and violently. His legs were soaked through with warm bile, and he clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stop himself from dry heaving further. Something involuntary was bubbling up from deep inside of him, something that he did not want to escape. Michael couldn’t get his breathing under control, he couldn’t get his body under control. Wheezing, his breath came in shorter and shorter breaths until…

A broken sob slipped past his fingers, causing him to curl in on himself in a vain attempt to force his emotions back inside of himself. He couldn’t stop. With each breath, he lost more and more control of himself, until it forced him backwards onto the bed. Curling into the fetal position, Michael wept. He tore at his clothing, his hair, his skin, at anything and everything that could possibly help him ground himself. Nothing helped. Nothing would help him now. You had abandoned him, and there was a possibility that he’d NEVER be able to find you ever again.

Michael didn’t know how long he laid there on your old bed, crying for the first time in his entire life. The only thing that had momentarily stopped his downward spiral was burying himself in your sheets. They still smell like you… He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to be awake. He didn’t want to breathe… Michael didn’t want to live, anymore… Not without you… Not without you… Without you, there’s no point. There’s no point to do anything, anymore. No point, without you… Without you…

He cracked an eye open, blinking away his tears. No… You’re not dead… Not yet… Michael forces himself to sit up, gritting his teeth in a bid to prevent himself from vomiting once more. You may be gone, but you’re not dead. He can find you again. He must find you again. You’re the only thing that matters to him. With a death grip on the sheets, Michael forces himself to his feet, wiping the sweat from his brow.

This isn’t the first massive hunt he’s partaken in. It won’t be his last. He’ll find you, and he’ll make sure that you will never ever abandon him like this ever again. You’ll soon realize the error of your ways, and you’ll be begging for him to take you back. You won’t be coming out of this unscathed. You will be punished for your selfishness, and there will be no mercy on his part. How could you do this to him..?! Do you understand how you make him feel?! Oh, Michael will find you… He must find you. He doesn’t have a choice…

#halloween #michael myers #og michael myers #michael myers x reader #i hurt my own feelings this time folks #ask response #angst

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,

Word Count: 11k

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Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter presents them.

Music gently echoed through the living room and the smell of jasmine wafted in the air mixed with the smell of fresh rain from the open windows. Your home hadn’t changed much in your week-long absence yet you on the other hand felt...different. Not a bad difference, or a good one. It was just hard to believe you were home again.

The plane ride was over fourteen hours and it gave you and Jungkook a very long time to talk about what had happened throughout the week at Seasonella and of course the afterparty....which you couldn’t help but cringe at, thoughts filtered your mind as to what had even possessed you to do that with Jimin? You had apologized relentlessly to Jungkook when you realized just how inconsiderate you had been, no matter how much he kept trying to play it off.

The more you thought about it the more you felt even worse, no matter how much Jungkook tried to tell you it was fine, because it wasn’t fine, especially when he admitted at first, he did feel hurt watching you do that after he had opened up about it. Not only this but Jungkook had confessed it was difficult to even admit in the first place.

You could tell he was seemingly at war with himself internally and was holding back some of his own feelings still, but you wanted him to take his time and open up when he was ready too.

Moving the books off the shelf you began to dust it down as you sighed. Jungkook had gone on to explain that he wasn’t hurt by the action anymore, in fact, he had only felt hurt for a very brief moment before realizing what you were doing was, how he interpreted it, a challenge to his authority in your relationship.

At the very least you were relieved he interpreted like that rather than you just being an inconsiderate ass to his feelings, which is how you felt about it, even though in those moments it hadn’t been your intentions as all and you secretly vowed you would never do again, Jungkook more than anyone, didn’t deserve that. You never wanted Jungkook to feel like he couldn’t open up and be honest with you with no judgement at all.

With that all being taken into consideration you told him every little bit on how you felt and of course apologized for minimizing his feelings about what could have been possible with Jimin, which he had accepted. And in the end Jungkook had simply asked to just let you both move past this and last what had happened in Vegas, stay in Vegas.

Jungkook had asked though, if it was okay to drop you off at your apartment once you got in, as he wanted some time to himself.

Which is why you were here alone, but the decision was mutually agreed upon. Being alone was giving you a lot of time to think over all of your actions throughout the week and with each memory you couldn’t help but berate yourself over...well everything, what had come over you...? You sighed as you thought about Seulgi’s message and what she had said the night you had been prepping to go on stage….maybe...maybe she was on to something. You frowned as you checked your phone.

Jungkook was supposed to come over in the morning with the pregnancy test but....maybe you just had a lot of PMS?

Sitting down on the couch you let out a brief dry laugh, wouldn’t that be ironic? Everyone freaking out about you being pregnant for the past week only for you to be PMSing. It would explain why you had been so emotionally charged the whole week…

Your emotions, specifically anger, were always heightened when you were a week away from your period and it always led to you doing and saying things you typically wouldn’t. You certainly weren’t looking for an excuse as much as an explanation for how things unfolded the way they had.

Once again, you weren’t late for your period, so the idea of being pregnant was possible, but a slim chance. You sighed as you laid down on the couch, could you really be pregnant….? You didn’t even wanna think about it. You didn’t feel pregnant, no matter how ludicrous that sounded, you didn’t and if you were...Your head was fuzzy and you knew the timing wasn’t right, but you also felt conflicted…

You knew Jungkook would stay no matter what but...being possibly pregnant meant having to tell Jimin and if it was his...You rubbed your head as you felt a whine escape you, your eyes nearly blurring from just the stress of thinking about it because truthfully...You didn’t want to have a baby if it meant this much stress in your life.

Rain pattered against the windows as you rubbed your head, no longer wanting to think about the possible future that was nobody’s fault except your own. It was nearing ten PM and you were beginning to feel the jet lag of the plane ride as you stretched out with a soft sigh, what good would overthinking do you anyways?

You wouldn’t deny you somewhat missed Jungkook’s presence, you’d probably be curled up against him right now in front of the TV. But having some alone time was good, it was healthy. And god knew you both needed a little bit of that. Or maybe just you so it seemed these days…

Walking to your bedroom with a yawn you changed into some comfy pajamas before curling up in bed, your mind beginning to calm as rain poured outside. If anything being back home makes you feel more grounded. Jungkook has done leaps and bounds in changing for the better, you’d do the same if not for yourself then for him. Being back home, it’ll be like a new start.

Groaning your eyes cracked open, your alarm clock blinking at four in the morning as the bed shifted making you roll over, arms wrapping around you as you squirmed, nearly jolting right up, “Easy baby.” A deep voice murmured making you sigh in relief, rubbing your eyes as you mumbled, “Jungkook? What are you doing here?” It was so late at night, didn’t he want the day to himself?

You couldn’t see his face and your eyes were too tired to keep them open but you knew it was him by his hands and voice, he shifted once more to get comfortable. Obviously letting himself in with the spare key he knew was above your door.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He mumbled against your hair, it was his voice that made you force your eyes back open shifting a little away from him to try and get a look at his face. It was his voice, that sounded...docile? Maybe a little shy?

You could tell it wasn’t just a regular insomniac night, “You wanna talk about it?” You asked delicately with a frown, reaching out your hand to run through his hair, soft sigh escaping him as he melted into your touch, shaking his head as you frowned, “Alright it’s okay, c’mere.” Jungkook scooted in, letting his head press against your chest, his arms loosely wrapping around your waist.

His muscles relaxed as your fingers tenderly stroked through his hair as your eyes closed once more, it seemed like a light switch, whatever difficulty he had going to sleep was gone and quickly replaced with him nearly rolling on top of you in his sleep. Yawning it didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep either.

…

Pain, no not pain. It was more like a dull ache as you groaned, eyes cracking open to sunlight streaming in and...When did Jungkook get here? His body was on top of yours, nearly crushing you as you wheezed. Memories of last night began to surface as you sighed softly with a frown as you rubbed your eyes, did he have a nightmare?

It was hard to ruminate when you felt another dull ache in your stomach and something uncomfortably wet against your underwear, “Ah...Jungkook, hey sleepyhead. C’mon, wake up.” Ignoring it temporarily you whispered as you shook him, you wouldn’t care about him sleeping on top of you if you didn’t feel like absolute crap. Your head began to throb and it felt like your body was drained of all energy.

“Mm mornin’ ba’girl.” Jungkook’s words were slurred and deep as he rolled off of you, stretching out as he let his hands rest above his head. Eyes still closed as you let out a silent breath in relief. Not nearly as uncomfortable as before as you rubbed your eyes before realization dawned on you.

Jungkook looked like a disturbed cat when the bed suddenly bounced at your jolt.

Opening his eyes he pressed his brows together in confusion as he frowned, watching you scramble out of bed while swearing up a storm, that was unusual. Sitting up right he yawned as he rubbed his eyes, mild concern washing over him, were you okay? Was the baby okay? He had never seen you jump out of bed so fast...Well okay he had seen you do it a few times when you were hung over but…

You trudged out of the bathroom and he could immediately sense annoyance on your face as you sighed, unable to look at him as you opened your dresser drawer, “You good baby?” Jungkook frowned in confusion.

“Well I’m definitely not pregnant.” You mumbled grabbing a new pair of panties, bland and black, comfortable and above all else not cute. You turned to face him as you frowned, Jungkook seemed...frozen almost, like he was still processing your words, “Oh…” Was all he said.

Your once annoyed expression at your ruined panties softened at the tone of his voice, tilting your head in confusion and you intended on asking him if he was okay until you felt another drop of wetness against your ruined underwear.

Knowing it would be better to freshen up first you gave him a moment to himself before quickly heading for the bathroom you changed yourself and freshen up a little before making your way out of the bathroom.

Jungkook was laying back down, staring up at the ceiling blankly as you sighed softly a small frown forming on your face as you crawled onto the bed ignoring the dull ache in your stomach as you spoke, “Jungkook?” He hummed as he closed his eyes, as if he didn’t want to see your face, this in it’s self made your lips quiver a little before curling up beside him you reached out as you let your fingers run along his jawline as you asked gently, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...I’m great!” Jungkook tried to make his tone peppy, a painfully obvious forced smile on his face as he turned to look at you trying his best to look happy, “I mean, you’re not pregnant so…! That’s great, it’s- it’s good.” His smile faltered as he sighed as if not having the energy to fully commit the clear lie he was telling, turning to look back up at the ceiling as soon as he noticed your expression unmoving.

Your expression was soft as you frowned a little as you scooted up against his side, “Jungkook…” You mumbled, glancing at his somewhat melancholy demeanor in worry, you understood he was the one that firmly believed you were pregnant so you weren’t fully surprised to see his somewhat downcast demeanor but it still worried you nonetheless, “You don’t have to lie, what’s wrong?” He shifted a little, somewhat uneasy at first as he sighed, bringing his hands up to his eyes as he rubbed them.

“I just…” He paused somewhat hesitant before mumbling, “I was so sure you were pregnant...Is it...is it bad I was hoping you were…?” His voice sounded small as he coughed suddenly rushing, “I mean like I said! It’s good you aren’t, we just got into a relationship and we couldn’t really have a baby or afford to have one right now and we’re both still in college and-”

“Jungkook,” He paused at the sound of his name, unable to look at you as you felt a small smile tug on your lips, despite the sad tone of your eyes, “You're allowed to feel the way you do about it.” You could tell by the way he was acting he was obviously upset about it. Maybe upset wasn’t the right word, but he was certainly melancholy.

He sighed as he closed his eyes once more, “I was so sure…Maybe I was just projecting, I don’t know.”

“I don’t think you were projecting,” You spoke softly, letting your fingers tangle into his hair as you lifted up a little to press a kiss on his face, his nose scrunching as he cracked his eyes open to playfully squint at you. Snorting you couldn’t help but let a shy little smile tug on your lips as you pressed another kiss onto his nose before straddling his stomach to collapse on top of him, “I think,” You mumbled against his skin, “You had every right to be concerned. But pms symptoms and pregnancy symptoms are hard to tell apart.”

He sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, “So the cravings, the mood swings, the head aches…? All just pms?” He sighed somewhat dramatically as he mumbled, “You’re kinda mean when you’re getting ready to start.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you shoved him a little, feeling somewhat flustered and embarrassed because he was right. You were absolutely mean.

“I’m sorry again,” You mumbled somewhat shyly, nudging against the crook of his neck, “If I had been tracking a little better I could’ve given you a bit of a heads up.”

Jungkook snorted as he pressed a kiss against your neck, “It was my fault I jumped to conclusions. You said it yourself you weren’t even late. I just got carried away at the idea of you being pregnant.”

“Nobody is at fault here Jungkook, everyone assumed I was pregnant, and for good reason I mean....I was just oblivious and hadn’t even gave it a single thought,” You lifted your head with a weak smile, you didn’t genuinely blame the group either as they only had your best intentions in mind, but really it was just another lesson of communication between you both.

You shifting against him a little as your gathered your thoughts before continuing, “It didn’t even cross either of our minds about pregnancy until they said something. I mean really, given what symptoms had shown up I know everyone only brought it up with our best intentions in mind but this kind of got blown out of proportion. It would’ve been one thing if my period was late, but I was still a week away from starting when they brought it up...”

Jungkook sighed before groaning, “Seriously. Still feel somewhat bad though, I don’t know. I really liked the idea of having a baby there for a second…God what have you done to me?” He joked a little, as if not wanting to linger on the topic seriously much longer making you smile somewhat bashfully as you rolled your eyes.

You could feel your face becoming somewhat hot as you crawled a little closer to his face, feeling a wave of boldness enter you before leaning against his ear, “We could always still have a baby.” You immediately felt flushed as you tried to shy away but it was too late.

Jungkook’s grip on your body already tightened and he effortlessly rolled your both over, “Is that so?” Jungkook nipped at your neck making you squeak, “You shouldn’t be saying that unless you’re ready to make it happen sweetheart.” His hands clamped your legs making you squeak as you scrambled.

“No! No! No! There is BLOOD down there-”

“What you think I’m scared of getting a little messy-”

“That is disgusting!”

Jungkook was howling against your stomach in laughter, was it your tone of voice? Was it how frantic you were to get away from him? Was it your expression? Maybe it was all three, whatever it was it knocked Jungkook out as he wheezed against you, “Alright, calm down baby I was joking.”

“But you were half serious weren’t you!” You scowled in embarrassment, feeling your face become hot and your ears burn as you squirmed to sit up as you glared at him.

Jungkook looked up at you fondly, hands reaching up to smush your cheeks as he sighed, “Okay maybe a little-”

“I knew it!”

“But!” Jungkook cut you off, “You don’t seriously expect me to go seven days straight without being inside you right? Like I’ll wear a condom if it grosses you out but-”

“We are not having period sex.” You were rapidly shaking your head as he whined against your thighs. Of course he was willing to get his dick messy if it meant cumming inside you. Why was he like this? “Jungkook…! I’ll give as much head as you want but we are not doing it inside me…!”

“Why do you have to tease me like this, it's not fair baby!” Jungkook groaned as he rolled over, a snort escaping you at the sight of his half hard on, his eyes cutting into you with a sulky pout, “Don’t laugh at my semi boner! It’s your fault talking about wanting kids and shit.”

Smiling you reached up to brush the hair out of his face as he huffed, “Jungkook,” You clacked your tongue, your smile becoming a little shy as you murmured, “I didn’t bring it up to give you a hard on. I just meant to say that, just because I’m not pregnant doesn’t mean we can’t have a baby in the future.” You glanced away feeling somewhat bashful as you mumbled, “When it’s planned and we’re both prepared for it...and maybe when we’ve been together a little longer. It’s not like we missed our only chance…”

Jungkook sighed softly, a small smile tugging on his lips as he shrugged, “I know...I don’t know what my problem is. I guess I just, really liked the idea of having a family. I really was hoping you were pregnant.” He groaned as he stretched out, “I mean like I said, I do think it’s better this way. Your uterus saved us a lot of stress between having a baby and between us, and an awkward conversation with Jimin.”

You winced at the sudden stabbing sensation in your stomach, a whine escaping you making Jungkook jump up immediately worry in his eyes as you waved your hand, “I’m good...just hurts...Anyways…” You wiggle around a little to get comfortable before offering him a small smile, “Like I said, it’s okay to feel sad about it. But remember what I said, we can always have a baby in the future. Maybe if we’re married,” You shifted as you gave a weak smile, “I don’t know how my parents would react if I got knocked up while we’re just a couple.”

“Mm maybe we’ll test that out in a few months.” You rolled your eyes making him laugh as he sat up, pressing a kiss against your forehead as you winced once more, the pain becoming more prominent in your stomach, “Alright, I’m gonna go get you some pain killers then start on breakfast baby.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled, lifting up a little to meet his lips as he gave you a quick kiss before you crumpled back against the bed. Pressing your brows together as you grabbed the pillow he had been previously sleeping on and cuddling it close as pain began to flush and throb harsher.

You were relieved to find out you weren’t pregnant but dear jesus, at what cost?

You didn’t expect your relationship to change despite becoming officially girlfriend and boyfriend. Most people said it changed nothing. Feelings remained the same and so did the problems that seeped into your relationship over time. But...you couldn’t help but feel like things had changed. Even despite being back for a few days things seemed more….

Natural? Calm? You weren’t sure but you liked it. The once dramatic passion you craved in a relationship wasn’t your interest anymore. You found out, passion meant being emotionally charged, heartbroken, arguing and all of the above. But it wasn’t like that with Jungkook anymore. It felt like home. You loved it.

Coming back home to Korea felt like a second chance in a way, like you were coming back with a clean slate and a new start. That didn’t mean all of your problems were magically gone. But whatever happened in Vegas would stay there. You liked this. Holding Jungkook’s hand while he looked like there were stars in his eyes, excitement brimming at his seams as he tugged you along down the walking path.

“Come on we’re almost there!” Jungkook looked like a little boy as he pulled you along in excitement making you giggle as you stumbled over your feet to catch up. He had been like this since you got back. You had been learning more about Jungkook in the past few days more than you had within the three months of knowing him.

Particularly how he had a nice camera he loved scoping out in the early mornings and taking photography, he loved printing them out into polaroid photos and keeping them in photobooks, Jungkook had a real fondness for taking morning walks and finding new trails to walk down. You always assumed he was just extremely energetic but he was actually just a morning person.

He hummed when he cooked and he wasn’t good with his spices but he was more than happy for your help in the kitchen, especially when you found out he can’t really cook, at all, but he’s always enthusiastic to learn. He seemed so open? Happy now? His eyes always had that look in them now, the same look you saw all those months ago outside the diner when he first met your parents. It was your favorite look.

Trying to catch your breath Jungkook paused as he let go of your hand, letting out a content noise as you glanced up, “Oh wow…!” You were delighted to meet with the beautiful scenery of a stream trickling down against rocks that made it look like a little waterfall, light beams streaked through the lush flora and the wind made the branches sway so beautifully. Unable to keep the smile off your face as you glanced around, “It’s so beautiful here! Why isn’t this marked on the trail map?”

Jungkook nearly beamed with pride like a little boy as he walked towards the stream, “Probably because they marked it off this trail,” He gave a somewhat sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck, “But it’s a really good spot! It’s just hard to go any further from here because the woodland is so thick ahead.”

“We aren’t trespassing, are we?” You bounced while wringing your hands nervously suddenly feeling concern wash over you making Jungkook laugh as you clenched your fists, huffing as a pout began to tug on your lips, “I don’t wanna get arrested Jungkook!”

“Baby,” Jungkook tutted as he walked back over to you, pressing his hands on your cheeks before smushing them, practically beaming down at your pouty squished face, “Why do you always assume we’re gonna get arrested? For what it’s worth I never saw a ‘No Trespassing’ sign…” He snorted at your flailed arms as you and you stomped your foot, of course he’d say that!

“Fine, I guess as long as there aren't any signs…” You mumbled, still not completely sold as you glanced around, letting a small smile tug on your lips as you added shyly, “It is really pretty out here. I loved walking on the trails back at Kimhae, my dad use to show me what all of the shrubs were and he could spot a flower a mile- Hey!” You paused when you heard a click, whipping around to face Jungkook who was cheekily smiling, camera held up as you flusteredly flailed your hands, “Don’t take my picture! I’m not even dressed up!”

“You always look good.” Jungkook flirted wrapping a hand around your waist as he tugged you closer. An embarrassed squeak escaped your lips, no matter how hard you tried a smile graced your lips as you let out a whine, pressing your hands to your face as Jungkook chuckled, “What? It’s the truth.” You could feel his warm breath against your neck before the invasion of kisses peppered against your skin, his thumbs rubbing against your waist as he hummed against your skin, “Sounds like you're close to your dad.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck loosely you let out a breath in contentment as you nudged against his neck, looking at him with an endeared smile as you shrugged a little, “Yeah, I learned a lot about gardening and plants when I was younger, it was our thing to go out on trails and hunt for little mushrooms.” You smiled fondly as you let your head rest against him, “Min Ji and Nari always complained it was too hot and too many bugs so they’d always end up going back to the house. But we’d stay out there for hours. During the summertime mom would always make watermelon lemonade for us when we got back. I miss those days sometimes.”

Jungkook rested his chin on top of your head, fingers trailing through your hair as he murmured, “Sounds nice... sounds like you and your family are close.” His voice seemed somewhat reserved, as if he were in thought.

“Well, we have our ups and downs like anyone else but...yeah, we are pretty close.” You pulled a little bit away from Jungkook to look at him, his eyes seemed somewhat downcast as you frowned a little, “Was it not like that for your family?”

Come to think of it, you don’t really know anything about Jungkook’s home life other than what he said in Vegas, which was about his younger sister. Jungkook frowned a little, not replying right away like he usually would before shrugging a little, “Not really. I’ve never been close to either of my parents.” He parted his lips for as if he was going to further elaborate before cutting himself off, choosing to look at the soft ground beneath you rather than at you, “I wanted too when I was younger, for what it’s worth I guess.”

Your frown furthered at his dim expression as your expression softened, your arms wrapping around him as you squeezed tight, letting your chin rest on his shoulder as you murmured softly, “Not everyone is close to their families and they almost always have a valid reason Jungkook. You don’t owe anyone that reason.”

Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes, his body weight slumping a little against you as he mumbled against your skin, “Even you? You can’t tell me you don’t want a reason or an explanation at least.” You pressed your lips together, unsure of where all of this was coming from before ultimately humming, letting your fingers twist into his hair.

“Of course I do,” You agreed gently, but it wasn’t just wanting to know for the sake of knowing, but it was simply because you just wanted to know everything you could about Jungkook, you wanted to understand him at his core self, “But only when you want too. When you feel comfortable enough too. Nobody wants to openly talk about anything bad that happened in the past. Don’t push yourself so much Jungkook. You can talk about it when you’re ready. I’ll always be willing to listen.”

“I know,” Jungkook mumbled against your neck, “I just wish it could be sooner.” You weren’t sure what was holding him back but it wasn’t like you were in a rush to get to know one another. You could afford to take your time and go at a slow pace. You certainly didn’t mind. Pressing your lips against his neck you squeezed him tight as you gave a shy little smile, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll always wait for you.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You pressed your lips together in dismay, it wasn’t that you didn’t trust Jungkook, because you did, you had absolute unwavering trust in him. But given where your relationship was at...well...you didn’t want to cause any more harm to it then you already had. Not that you thought you would but-

“Nothing scandalous is going to happen babygirl I promise,” Jungkook replied, pressing a kiss against your temple as he wrapped a hand around your waist, giving you that dumb boyishly charming smile of his, “It’s just been awhile since I’ve seen Yugyeom, besides Hyerin will be there as well. If it makes you feel better this dungeon has a pretty strict no sex policy.”

You sighed as you pressed your hands into your face, trying to not let yourself whine as he pressed another kiss against your face, “You could always regress again, I still have that last picture you drew for me, you were such a sweet girl.” He cooed out before laughing at the sight of you stomping your foot.

“Jungkook stop!” You covered your face feeling somewhat embarrassed, his hand squeezed around your waist in reassurance before leading you into the dungeon. The lights were low lit but the environment seemed much more tame, Jungkook kept a steady grip on you, not too tight but not too loose, just enough to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere.

There were still a few here and there who were dressed in latex and masks but otherwise if someone walked in without knowing what this was they’d assume it was another club. Apparently according to Jungkook most dungeons weren’t exclusive but given it was a daunting environment most newcomers usually came with someone who was already acquainted.

You supposed you were on that list.

“Hey man! Long time no see,” Yugyeom waved you both over to the booth he sat at, Hyerin smiling as she waved, not looking nearly as broody as she did whenever she was regressed. So this would be just like a double date! You concluded, for some reason you felt nervous. Even despite working as a stripper you still didn’t fare well with small talk.

You felt more comfortable at least with Jungkook who was a social butterfly in and outside of work, sitting down across from the couple, “How was Seasonella?”

It was quiet for a moment, both Yugyeom and Hyerin raising their brows as they watched you and Jungkook exchange glances while shifting in your seats, “It- ah…” Jungkook offered a weak smile before chuckling, “Well, there won’t be one next year. To summarize, the mafia and police got involved, Y/n almost got sold into a prostitution ring and everyone told me at the worst time possible she could be pregnant. Which she isn’t by the way, but yeah. Busy weekend.” Jungkook wrapped an arm around you both looking at you with a toothy smile as you pressed your hands into your face.

Both Yugyeom and Hyerin were speechless- not that you could blame them before they began laughing, either because this just sounded like a normal part of Jungkook’s life or they didn’t believe you, regardless Yugyeom snorted, “Right, so you’re just gonna leave us on the edge of our seats now?”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to dive into all the gruesome details on what had happened at Seasonella and the couple looked vastly entertained if not somewhat worried when Jungkook revealed Eva’s speech she had given him just before he found you. You had butted in a few times to correct some of the events that had happened only for Jungkook to give you a dumb smile that made you flustered and ultimately shutting you up.

“So yeah,” Jungkook finished recalling the weekend as he shrugged, thankfully leaving out details of what had happened at the after party, “How was your guys weekend?” He hummed as if he had just talked for the past twenty minutes about a normal weekend date.

“Is this just normal in stripping?” Hyerin asked, a smile mustered on her expression but you could tell she seemed a bit exasperated and admittedly you couldn’t blame her.

You rubbed the back of your neck as you muttered, “I’d hope not.”

Jungkook pressed a kiss against your hair as he chuckled, “No, it’s usually a lot more relaxed but Seasonella has always been a high stress event. At least if we’re still stripping by next year we won’t have to worry about it. I can’t help but wonder why Cherry ever got involved to begin with…” The air at the table seemed to turn a little tense as Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, deciding to deflect as he shrugged, pulling a smile back on his lips with ease, “Anyways, doesn’t matter now. It’s all over.”

“Hey!” Everyone’s attention was drawn to a new man entering the conversation, tilting your head he seemed a little familiar...Wasn’t he the one who intervened the last time you went to a BDSM club? “Yugyeom! I can’t find the rest of the guys and I could uh- really use some help...It’s Shownu…” Yugyeom immediately perked up and your memory was drawn back to Shownu, yeah! That was his name, he tried to creep on you and Hyerin when you were regressed.

“I’ll go too.” Jungkook immediately puffed up as he and Yugyeom stood up, a viscous grin on his face at the sight of both men about to reject him, “I still have a few words for him.” Sighing the man waved them both along as you frowned, watching them disappear into the thick crowd.

“Shownu has a pretty bad rep in most dungeons,” Hyerin hummed as she curled up in her seat, “I don’t think he’s a bad guy but…” She trailed off before offering a weak smile, “But I think he has a hard time knowing when to stop, he’s pissed off a lot of dominants and often causes trouble between couples.”

You frowned as you wrapped your arms around yourself, “Can’t people get kicked out if they cause enough trouble though…?” There had to be some kind of system right? Jungkook didn’t go too in depth about how everything works but you made sure to make a mental note to ask him whenever he got back from his... ‘talk’ with Shownu…

“Well…” Hyerin parted her lips but she paused for a moment as if to gather her thoughts on how to explain, “Yes and no, people can only get directly kicked out if it’s by the dungeon master, or, in other words the owner. But Shownu knows a lot of the club owners and is on pretty good terms with most so, getting kicked out is pretty hard, for him at least.”

Glancing out over the crowd you weren’t sure what possessed you to ask, “How long has Jungkook been coming to places like this?” You could ask him yourself sure, and you probably would but...you were admittedly curious to hear from a different perspective.

Hyerin tilted her head as she tapped her finger to her lips in thought, “Longer than me. Yugyeom said they met at a munch and got on great. I didn’t meet Yugyeom until about two years ago and he started taking me here because I was interested.”

She paused for a moment before offering a weak smile, “Your boyfriend’s an interesting character, he’s a regular but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him share a scene with anyone before. Kind of weird considering he calls himself- and I quote- ‘ a very proud exhibit’-” Hyerin began cackling as you groaned, facepalming as your memory shot to the sloppy rough sex you shared for all of your friends to see, “He usually just...watches....he knows a lot of people here but I don’t think he’s ever participated in anything. Not that you probably care…!” She hurried as if not wanting you to get the wrong idea, “It’s just interesting, almost everyone who frequents dungeons are usually here to...well find someone to do a scene with…”

You hummed, unsure of how to reply because you weren’t sure yourself, it didn’t sound like the Jungkook you knew at least, he was never afraid of women and he always jumped at the opportunity to get his dick sucked, especially when you first met him, shrugging you ran a hand through your hair, “I don’t know...it is kind of weird but maybe he had his reasons? How can you be so sure he hasn’t done anything?”

Hyerin looked a little flustered as she began to rapidly flail a nervous laugh escaping her as she fumbled, “I never slept with him if that’s what you’re asking!” “Woah wait I never-” “I- I um…” She rubbed her neck as she tried to calm herself, your eyes had to be dilated at the way she forced a laugh, “I mean um…! Look,” She took a deep breath, “People here...talk…” She refused to look at you now, obviously embarrassed, “A lot. Yugyeom told me all of this, apparently he tried to set Jungkook up with a few people but it never really took off…? This was way back before I even met Yugyeom...I’ve met a lot of women who have wanted to do scenes with Jungkook, and I mean…”

Hyerin seemed to calm down a little as she let out a more natural laugh, “A lot. But apparently Jungkook would always tell them he wasn’t interested or he’d start sending mixed signals before abruptly cutting contact. I don’t know. I can’t say I’m positive but...from what I’ve heard, it just seems that way. Uh- I’m sorry by the way- for what I said earlier…”

She offered a weak, yet again embarrassed smile, “I’m sure that’s not what you meant but...a lot of women here get jealous. Jungkook and I aren’t even friends really, I’ve only ever talked to him because of Yugyeom but a lot of women get mad at the fact that I’m even in association with him. Doesn’t matter how many times I say it, nobody seems to believe it.” She gave an awkward smile as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“Oh…” You pressed your lips together before giving a small smile, “Well I believe you, I mean...I…” Closing your eyes you pinched your brows as you forced a laugh, “Definitely know what you’ve been through…” Sighing you looked out, trying to find Jungkook’s figure in a sea of people but you knew it was useless, “Being his trainee at Cherry Bomb was not as easy as some might think it would be. Our relationship has been...anything but easy.”

Hyerin frowned a little as she tilted her head before offering you a smile, “Look...It seems kind of weird to apologize but uh...I am sorry for when we first met! I’m not really uh- the most outgoing person when I’m regressed but…! I want to get to know you when we aren’t little so…! We can exchange numbers if you want? It sounds like you could use someone outside of work to vent too.”

Your lips parted in surprise, you hadn’t even given it any thought from last time, Hyerin was completely different from when she was regressed and so were you, “Of course!” You bounced in your seat in excitement, always happy to have a new friend, digging out your phone, “It actually would be great to have someone outside of work I mean…! It’s nothing against all of my friends there but, it can get a bit frustrating at times.”

“I can understand that,” Hyerin snorted as she typed her number into your phone, “Or I can at least imagine. Yugyeom and I have visited Cherry a few times and a lot of the girls are um…” She raised her brows as her smile tightened a little, “I’m amazed you have the patience, that’s all I’ll say. Here!” She handed back your phone, “Now we can stay in touch!”

“Seems like these two are getting on at least.” You both jumped at the sight of Jungkook and Yugyeom returning, Jungkook rolling his neck as if he had pulled a muscle as he sat down next to you, pecking your lips as you scooted away to try and get a look at him, “Hey! C’mere!” Jungkook grabbed you, pulling you back immediately as you wiggled to try and get away to get a better look at him.

“I just wanna see your hands!” You replied as Jungkook managed to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight making you yelp as you began to laugh, “Let me see your hands! You didn’t beat him up did you?”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Jungkook replied, rolling his eyes with a smile as he showed his hands which were impressively just as flawless as they were before, “I said I was gonna talk to him baby, and that’s all I did. Yugyeom can vouch for me.”

Yugyeom snorted as he wrapped an arm around Hyerin, “Only because it took both me and Wonho to hold you back,” Jungkook looked like a deer caught in the headlights before he glared, “Hey!”- “What? I still vouched didn’t I?” Yugyeom offered a playful smile, “Besides, what counts is you didn’t.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes, “It’s better than doing it. We can’t have you all bruised up back on your first night at work.” You cooed, reaching up to squish his cheeks as he tried to bat your hands away.

“Don’t worry babygirl,” Jungkook stretched out as he wrapped an arm back around your shoulders, “Everything’s taken care of.”

“God I hate it here.” You told Jungkook that you both should get home at a decent hour and he agreed, but somehow, two am didn’t sound that late last night and somehow either you or Jungkook thought it was a bad idea. You had been so used to sleeping in over the past week you forgot how awful your regular sleep schedule had become.

“Hey, at least Seasonella is over.” Taehyung was stocking up today looking bright and chipper as he offered a boxy grin, “Now all you gotta do is focus on SSU coming up, I mean, it should be a lot more fun and relaxing at least. You aren’t aiming to win right?”

You were collapsed at the bar as you swiveled the glass of water Taehyung had been kind enough to get you, not that you were hung over but you had definitely been dehydrated, “True,” You sat up as you rubbed your eyes with a yawn, “That’s the idea at least. Me and Jungkook are supposed to start working on my routines today, he said since I have soloist experience I should be able to do a lot on my own but you know him, always happy to be hands on.”

“Mhm,” Taehyung grabbed a few more empty bottles from beneath the counter as he set them all out, “It’ll be fun! Once you get used to the whole schedule again. Besides, the worst is over now, everyone can just calm down and relax.”

You couldn’t help but give a tired smile as you nodded, it was nice to be back at Cherry Bomb again. You could have never imagined yourself feeling this way before you started working here but, you liked being home again and in your own environment.

“Doubt she’ll calm down.” Yoongi walked past you with a mutter as he held up the simply vodka box, setting it down on the ground as he grunted, “She keeps glaring at you.” Frowning you straightened up a little before looking in the direction Yoongi nodded. True to his word your eyes met with the one person you had nearly forgotten about altogether. Seulgi.

Her eyes were mean and cut dry as she whipped away from your figure, talking to her two little cronies as you rolled your eyes, “I don’t know what I did!” You pressed a hand against your chest as you sighed, “She thinks Jungkook has changed me. Or he’s been a bad influence or...fuck if I know at this point.”

“I think she’s jealous.” Yoongi replied as he leaned back against the counter as you tilted your head, sighing as you rubbed your head, you knew it was the only logical explanation but...It just didn’t feel right to accuse her of being jealous...Or maybe it just…

It just seemed hard to understand, Seulgi was…she always got everything she wanted. The best boyfriends, all the most amazing friends, everything. The idea of her being jealous of...you...just you...it was difficult to wrap your head around. Why would she ever be jealous of you?

“I don’t know what her problem is,” You shrugged with a frown, unsure of how you were going to handle dealing with her. It would be one thing if you left one another alone but...you had seen Seulgi in action before, you had been the one beside her before. If she has a problem with someone, she won't hesitate to find an opportunity to let them know, “I mean…” You pressed your lips together before shrugging, “Maybe I’ll just find a moment and talk to her about it.”

Yoongi groaned, obviously not agreeing with your idea as he began unpacking bottles, “It’s best to just ask! Right? I’d rather us talk about face to face then over a text message” You glanced at Taehyung for confirmation as he shrugged, pulling out his inventory list as he began scribbling.

“Sure I guess,” Taehyung hummed, “It really depends on if you think it’s going to change anything. And if it does, will it be beneficial to moving on or repairing your friendship.” You paused for a moment, having not thought about his words...Would you gain anything out of talking to her…?

Pressing your lips together you glanced back at Seulgi who was stretching with her friends, you supposed if anything, it would give you confirmation that it was time to move on if she couldn’t at the very least, be happy that you were happy, “I’ll talk to her later today.” You nodded to yourself before sitting up a little straighter, “So I guess you haven’t proposed to Yeri yet?”

Taehyung nearly knocked over the bottle of gin next to him as he fumbled with his inventory list, “Propose!?” Yoongi was wheezing with laughter as he slapped the counter.

“No, he’s been sulking the whole time you guys have been gone,” Yoongi wiped the non existent tears from his eyes as he sighed with amusement, “Keeps making excuses like oh her mom called, I had to go get groceries-”

“Shut up!” Taehyung hissed as he shoved him, his cheeks were bright red as he groaned making you and Yoongi laugh as he melted against the counter top, “I’ll ask her I will! I just…! Give me like another two weeks!”

You watched Jimin enter the room, teaching today's lesson as you rolled your eyes with a smile, “Yeah sure, okay…I’ll know in two weeks though, Yeri would be blowing up our chat if you proposed. Don’t wait too long!” You called out as you got off the chair, everyone beginning to make their way over as Jimin greeted everyone.

Class wasn’t mandatory by any means, but who would turn down a teaching by a soloist? The one difference you had noted was Chan Hee had yet to make her presence noticed by you.

Rather she seemed to stay with her group of friends, looking somewhat...meek? You frowned a little, you weren’t sure if it would be welcomed but you just wanted to make sure she was okay, walking over the group silenced as they watched you somewhat warily as you waved timidly, “Hey…” you offered a small smile as you wrapped your arms around yourself, “I just came over to see ask how you guys were. I know Seasonella was pretty rough for everyone.”

Chan Hee looked away, not saying anything as she pushed a strand of hair away from her face as her two friends squeaked a little, “It was!” The blonde of the right chirped, “Thank you so much for looking out for our girl.” She grabbed your hands with a bright smile as you jumped a little, having not expected this to go as well as it was.

The blue haired girl clasped her hands as she nodded, “Yeah! Seriously! No matter how rivals here are, girls need to look out for one another. Thank you Y/n!” You offered a small smile as you sheepishly rubbed your neck, “Of course! I’d do it for anybody. Stay safe guys, I’ll see you later tonight.” You were waved off with smiles as you walked back to the private room where everyone was currently.

Opening the door what you didn’t expect was Seulgi shoved up against Jungkook practically eating his mouth, just as quick as you saw it she was suddenly shoved away, Jungkook’s expression cold as he snapped in a low voice, “Don’t ever fucking do that again. Get out of here. This conversation is over Seulgi.”

Her face was twisted vehemently as she sneered back, “We’ll see about that you asshole!” Whipping around her expression only soured further at the sight of you as she snarled, “Get your boyfriend on a leash Y/n.” You couldn’t even find the time to reply due to the shock of the whole situation. Jungkook only glared at her back before the door shut.

Looking between him and the door you swallowed thickly before pushing your hair away from your face as you tried to comprehend what happened, “...What...what was that?” You asked incredulously, twisting to face Jungkook as his jaw clenched. Whatever had happened obviously put him in a bad mood but you couldn’t help but be completely side swapped at what you had just witnessed. It didn’t upset you as it was clear how Jungkook felt about it but...it left you rather confused and mildly concerned.

“Doesn’t matter.” He snapped, running a hand through his hair as he looked away from you, tongue pushing against his cheek as he began walking away, “Come on we have better things to focus on then her.”

Your lips were parting and closing several times as you pinched your brows together, but…! Something was obviously wrong, while Seulgi and you weren’t what you’d consider friends anymore, it still didn’t sit right with you the feud they both were having, if it could even be called that, “Jungkook what happened!?” You raised your voice a little still in shock, you may not have been close to Seulgi anymore but she was still your friend, you didn’t want her and Jungkook at each other's neck.

Jungkook’s jaw was clench as he whipped around, fire in his eyes as he growled, “Can’t you ever fucking leave something alone when I ask!?” Frustration was evident in his expression as it twisted in anger, “Why do you constantly just push? I am not in the mood to talk about it! How many times am I gonna have to say it until you drop it!?”

For the first time in your whole relationship with this man, you were rather speechless, feeling somewhat meek as you looked away from his seething figure as you rubbed the back of your neck, the silence was thick and you could feel the lingering gaze of your friends all curious.

You could feel specks of embarrassment knowing everyone was watching you both closely, as last time this had happened you chose to engage in an argument that ended in you almost quitting. And you really didn’t want to argue today and if he really wasn’t in the mood to talk about it then- “...Okay…” You drawled after a moment, somewhat exasperated as you let your voice soften a little, “You don’t have to talk about it. I just...she is my friend Jungkook.”

That argument that...kiss...whatever it was, you didn’t like it. Not because it happened but more so whatever lead up too it. And more than anything you didn’t like it being kept secret from you. You had already learned your lesson in not pushing Jungkook when he really wasn’t in the mood to be open but...it wasn’t fair, especially when it directly involved your friend.

Jungkook seemed to relax a little at your words but his expression darkened a little as he muttered, “She isn’t your friend. That’s for damn sure.”

Something about his words rubbed you the wrong way, you got it, he obviously had a falling out with her, but the way he was speaking. It was as if his words were law, as if just because he said she wasn’t your friend, it had to mean she wasn’t and you needed to stop acting as if you both were. That was your decision, not his. You understood he cared but...

Frustration immediately spiked as you inhaled sharply, gaining his attention as you raised your brows trying your best to keep a good attitude as you spoke, your voice a little more on edge, “Listen...you said you didn’t wanna talk about it. Let’s just…” You looked away to try and get yourself to relax, he probably didn’t mean for it to come across the way it did after all.

You were well aware Jungkook said things he didn’t mean in the heat of the moment, and even if he did it was always poorly worded. Sighing as you rubbed your face, “Lets just focus on SSU, right?” You held up your hands, trying to redirect your energy into something more positive as you offered a weak smile, “You wanted to go over some pointers with me today about it.”

If anything, redirecting the conversation to work always seemed to get things a little more calmed down between you both and you had been excited to learn from Jungkook about his own experience with SSU and how it would be tailored to suit you.

Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek before relenting as he waved a hand for you to follow him as you walked further into the room, “Right,” He sighed before following up, “SSU is basically a big popularity contest, it isn’t a guarantee that you’ll be promoted to a soloist- just don’t tell fillers that. It’s really just a big marketing ploy to try and get new people to come.”

Frowning you tilted your head, you supposed it made sense, but it still felt somewhat slimy to not be transparent about the reality of winning, “So, what? What do they gain by winning if you don’t get a promotion?”

Jungkook shrugged, offering a weak smile that you could tell wasn’t his usual energetic self, “Money, a lot of money, not from Cherry Bomb, they don’t work like that. But again, it’s a big popularity contest, the winner is by crowd choice so most voters are usually throwing a lot of money at the leading person. Promotions are solely based on when we need new soloist’s and who the best person would be. Great example was Hoseok and Taehyung, they went up against one another during SSU. Taehyung won that year but Hoseok got the promotion as well because two of soloist’s previously left a few months before.”

“That still seems a little shady to me. Isn’t this supposed to be every dancer's fair shot at becoming a soloist?” You frowned as you crossed your arms, you couldn’t help it, this just seemed a bit...dishonest. Really dishonest. Had Jungkook not told you this you would’ve been like any other filler and assumed this could be your one shot at a promotion, not that you held a lot of stock in it to begin with but still...

Jungkook shrugged as he tossed an arm around you, “Supposed to be, yeah. But that’s just how the stripping world works, nobody ever bothers to look at fine print. We are looking for a new soloist this year though.” Jungkook answered pointedly, “So Sejin is going to be looking through votes very carefully this year. Who knows, maybe another Taehyung and Hoseok will happen again.” He tossed a wink as you felt a smile tug on your lips as you rolled your eyes.

“Well I’m not gonna get my hopes up.” You rolled your eyes as you smiled, wrapping your arms around yourself once more as you both paused, now at the end of the room where you used to work on your form when you first started dancing.

Jungkook paused for a moment, his expression twisting a little as he looked away, “You could though,” Looking at him you tilted your head as he continued, “I mean seriously Y/n,” Oh no, he was using your name now…”You have everything going for you, why not just go for it?”

Why was he acting this way?

Setting down your bag you gave an awkward smile, beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with how he was acting as you shrugged, “I mean I could but that’s....not what we agreed on…?” You kneeled down, avoiding his gaze now as you shrugged somewhat timidly already knowing he was in a bad mood and you didn’t want to make it worse with the wrong wording, “I mean- if I get 1st place that’s great! Of course that’s the biggest goal but-” You fumbled a little with your wording as you looked at your hands, “But we talked about it a lot when I first started and we agreed to just focus on getting a following for me so…”

“Yeah, when you first started,” Jungkook replied immediately putting emphasis on ‘first’, “But you aren’t new anymore and you already have a following as it is, you could destroy the competition. You’re just what we need Y/n.”

You appreciated Jungkook’s words, you really did, but this...it didn’t sound like him. It was one thing for Jungkook to advocate for you to go for it, he had done this every single time you doubted yourself or needed that gentle push from him, he even did it when you were too humble or shy to try and he loved teasing you lovingly in a way that would make you come to the conclusion to change the original plan.

But you didn’t need a gentle push right now, and any other day he’d know and respect this and would still of course bring it up in a light hearted teasing way. But this? This wasn’t him. He would never go about it like this, and especially not so seriously, grabbing your journal of choreography from your bag you stood up as your lips twitched a little disheartened, “Jungkook! I don’t…!” You paused as you sighed, rubbing your neck as you mumbled, “I don’t want to destroy my competition...I just...Can we please focus on choreographing? We can always talk about this later.”

You’d be more up for debating this topic when Jungkook wasn’t in a mood, when he was his normal peppy self and you could figure out what was motivating his reason behind the sudden aggressiveness he had displayed. And it wasn’t that talking about it now was off the table but, you could sense a shift in the air that always happened when things could get volatile easily.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his expression looking semi irritated as he replied, “You can, you could if you’d just have confidence in yourself-”

“I do have confidence in myself!” You had up until this point tried to be as passive as you could but he had hit a sore spot that made you immediately defensive, cutting him off feeling mildly offended at his words, only to be ignored as he continued- “Then what’s holding you back?” He asked sharply, his expression narrow and short tempered as he questioned, “Other than this…! Frustrating mentality you have about always wanting to be nice to everyone! You’re the only person I know that would go out of her way to befriend the same backstabbing manipulative bitch that works here!”

You felt utterly offended and upset by his words, people could change! Was that not something he and you were both a product of? What was wrong with trying to make amends with people who wanted to set differences aside?

Your voice quivered in an attempt to try and remain calm as you gritted your teeth, “Are you finished?” You whipped around to face him your anger quickly growing and your patience now gone as you asked, “Or would you like to add more to the list of things you find annoying about me,” “That’s not-” “That's exactly what that sounds like Jungkook!”

Your expression contorting between upset and anger as you snapped, admittedly feeling mildly hurt by his words, “I don’t know where this is coming from! I’m- I’m sorry that you find it frustrating but that’s who I am! These backstabbing and manipulative bitches are still people Jungkook!”

You curled your fists as you glared, emotions rapidly coiling in your chest as unpleasant memories of your own dark moments at Seasonella arising as more emotion filled your voice, “You wanna know why I befriended Chan Hee? When I was at Seasonella, you wanna know what happened? She got raped and the shit beat out of her!”

You ignored the way Jungkook’s body stiffened at your words and his gaze shooting away from you as your eyes blurred only by a little as your lips twitched in anger, “I-...I would never leave someone like that alone by herself! Never. That is not who I am! I would never turn my back on someone- anyone who needs help,” You were rapidly blinking back the tears of your own strong emotions, you always treated others how you had always wanted to be treated, how you had wished someone would have intervened for you and Diego…. You pushed the ugly thoughts away, your lips quivered in bubbling anger as you glared down at the floor “And you bringing up my self confidence…?”

You inhaled sharply before letting out a weak laugh, “Jungkook,” Your gaze turned more pleading, it was a sore spot! He knew it was a sore spot and it wasn’t fair for him to bring this up every time you didn’t do something he wanted! “I thought you more than anyone else would know this, I didn’t become a stripper for money or fame. You said it yourself, anyone going in with that mentality was an idiot. I became a stripper because,”

You forced yourself to take a breath, not liking being under so much pressure to present a case for yourself as you pressed your hands to your face, “I became a stripper because for once in my life, I wanted to see if I could do it. I did it to help my self confidence. This- this stupid notion of me being a soloist, I’m glad you think I can do it! I probably can! But that wasn’t and never will be the reason I got into this. I have nothing to prove to anyone, I understand your frustration right now but dammit Jungkook I’m not going to be your verbal punching bag!”

You grabbed your bag from the floor as you glared at him once more, “I don’t know what you talked about with Seulgi- and you know what? It doesn’t matter! I don’t care! It’s the fact that you’re taking it out on me right now! And that’s what sucks the most about this stupid argument! This isn’t even about me being a soloist, or SSU. I don’t know what the fuck this is about! And- and questioning my character! When the hell have you ever done that before!?”

“Wait, wait, wait! Where are you going.” Jungkook immediately stepped in front of you, eyes widened as you began to walk towards the door, “I’m leaving!-” “No you aren’t, look! I’m sorry okay? I just, hey come on, stop,” “Jungkook! I’m being serious!”

You paused, irritated at the way he side stepped you to get you to stay still, Jungkook grabbing you by the arms, not tight, but firm enough that you couldn’t push away, “I’m sorry!” Jungkook replied again, louder this time in an attempt to stop you, “I just, don’t go for god's sake can- can we work this out?”

“You didn’t wanna talk about it!” You shouted, your chest filled with unfairness as your lips parted in disbelief and hurt in your eyes, “I tried asking and you said you didn’t wanna talk about! And that I was always pushing you to open up! I can’t…!” You pulled away from him, grabbing your head as you turned away from him “I can’t win with you Jungkook! I left it alone- so- so we wouldn’t argue!” You hated the way your eyes began to water as frustration boiled in your veins, you were so angry! Why couldn’t you ever do anything right!?

“C’mon don’t cry baby, look let’s just…” Jungkook grabbed your bag from your shoulder as he set it down, quickly turning you back around to face him guilt written across his face as the tears slid down your cheeks.

“If- if I’m so frustrating and- and pushy…! Why even date me!” You curled your fists as you vehemently rubbed your eyes, “Why do you even like me if I’m so annoying! If I’m just a- a whiny insecure bitch!”

Those were all his words, you knew he said things he didn’t mean in the heat of the moment but that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt, that it didn’t linger and make you wonder in the back of your head. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, his hands cupping your cheeks as you gritted your teeth in anger before defeatedly closing your eyes.

His thumbs rubbing against your wet cheeks soothingly as he sighed, “I’m sorry okay? I shouldn’t have picked a fight.. I just…” Something lingered on his face, as if he wanted to tell you something but couldn’t, his lips twitched as he huffed, “I hate seeing people take advantage of you.”

Letting his head rest against yours as he closed his eyes, “I fucking hate it. I hate seeing people use you for their own gain and I hate hearing the way people talk about you, and believe me I hear a lot, I hate it all of it. I just- I just want so fucking badly to show the world that my girl can do it, and that she isn’t just some fucking doormat they can walk all over. You might not get upset over it but I do, I can’t stand watching you be treated like this by people!”

Wiping your eyes you sniffled as you replied while shaking your head, “You can’t fight all of my battles Jungkook!” You had calmed down a little, hearing his reasoning, you could understand now why he was acting like this, why he was obviously frustrated by you at times but taking it out on you like that was not going to make you change those things about yourself, “I appreciate it, you know I do!”

You nodded as you sniffled again, leaning away to get a good look at his tired expression that looked at the ground, “But at some point you just have to ignore them Jungkook. We- we can’t keep fighting over stuff like this! There will always be people in this world who don’t like me or you and there is nothing that can be done about that. If you give that negativity a voice in your life then they’ve done everything they could’ve ever wanted. Because they genuinely think what they say about us matters when it shouldn’t.”

Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you, his chin setting on your shoulder as he mumbled, “I just want the best for you. I’d do anything for my girl.” His arms squeezed around your waist as his nose rubbed against your neck. Sighing you curled against him, “I know...but your dedication scares me a little sometimes.” Your tone was light and you could hear a snort from him, successfully calming the air between you both.

But...you wouldn’t lie...it did scare you sometimes...Jungkook was so intense and passionate, you could help but get caught up in the heat of his personality, you didn’t want to be burned by it. Pressing a kiss against your neck Jungkook hummed, “If we’ve hit our daily quota of arguing can we work on choreo now?” You pulled away from him with a childish glare as he smiled softly, his hands cupping your face as he smushed your cheeks, “My precious little cry baby.”

“For better or worse.” You mumbled.

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Thank you, Daddy

Summary: August loves to gift his girl some creamy pie on her birthday.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Warnings: 18+, explicit smut, male!dom, fem!sub, spread eagle, handcuffs, use of toys, fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, edging, cunt slapping, slight degradation, chocking, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, cream pie, cum swallow, bodily fluids

A/N: Are you seeing those warnings? This is the filthiest smut fic I have ever written! Thanks to @agniavateira for listening to my ideas and providing with helpful pointers.

Title: Thank you, daddy

Lying in complete nakedness, your legs spread wide with little to no movement possible, you kept an eye on the sinfully beautiful man standing by the table picking up a bottle of lube in his hand. You discreetly tried to strain your wrists against the handcuffs tied to your ankles, trying to make no sound.

"Don't." Came his firm command. Steel blue eyes glared at you, halting your movements in an instant. You craned your neck to look at him, dropping your gaze down his shirtless body, travelling to his pelvis. Gulping nervously, you stared at his hardening cock straining against the front of his pants.

Your heart picked up a pace when August walked towards you, pink silicone toy in his hand glistening with the lube slathered over it. He had not even touched you and yet your cunt was already dripping wet. Desire burned in the pit of your belly when he knelt on the bed, his fingers delicately gliding up your thighs, stopping to hover over your warm center.

"You angered me today, kitten." He drawled, voice laced with formidable authority. Your senses tingled under his ardent gaze, mouth going dry as his fingertips brushed against your folds.

Biting your lower lip and bucking your hips to rub your pussy against his hand, you smiled coyly at the beholder of all your wildest fantasies. "I thought daddy liked my dress."

"I did. What I didn't like was how you decided to forgo your panties." August gritted his teeth, leaning to come to your face. His breath was laced with the smell of whiskey; his unique musk flooding your nostrils, stirring a voracious need. Eyebrows knitted together, his cerulean eyes bore into you with ferocious intensity. "Bending in front of the other men, flashing your cunt. Aren't you a little slut?"

His warm breath washed over your face, spreading over your heated skin as he took a moment to close his eyes. You looked at the tempting curve of his lips under the hood of his moustache, wetting yours with the tip of your tongue as a rapturous hunger took over you. You tried to touch his thigh near your ankle, the chain of the handcuffs jingling with your movements. Grunting as he opened his eyes, stealing your breath away with the fiery ardour in his orbs, August moved the toy from one hand to another and you heard the familiar buzzing of the vibrator. Before you could utter a sound, his mouth was on your neck while he rimmed the vibrating silicone phallus around your aching entrance.

Your body jerked in response, licentious moans falling from your lips as August assaulted your trembling pussy with the toy. You hissed when he bit down on the sensitive spot at the junction of your neck, your thighs quivering as he inserted the pulsating artificial member, twisting it to rub against the bundle of nerves inside. You closed your eyes with a shriek when August sat up, bringing his other hand to land a slap at your tits, moving to rub at your clit.

"Ask for permission when you want to cum." August growled, thrusting the gratifying object repeatedly inside your squelching cavern. You pulled at your restrains, wanting to touch your man, to feel his muscles under your fingertips. But August deprived you of that want, keeping your legs open with his elbow resting on your thigh while he drew you closer to your high.

As he worked his calloused fingers on your painfully stimulated clit, you felt the tightening in your belly, fervid urgency building up inside you. You gripped the sheets, groaning as the walls of your pussy clenched around the toy.

"Can I cum, daddy?" You rasped, the coil ready to break with your looming orgasm. "Please, can I cum?" You begged, tears springing in your eyes at the torturous denial of pleasure.

"Apologise for what you did." August ordered, hammering the toy inside you, leaving your glistening pearl to press down on your pelvis. You groaned at the renewed flame of wanton need to let go, crying as you couldn't hold it in any longer. With a scream you felt the coil snap, clear liquid spraying in a jet of stream, dampening the sheets as you saw stars behind your closed eyelids.

But it wasn't a moment for you to bask in your ecstasy as a stinging slap to your cunt made you yelp in agony.

"Ask." August scolded angrily, bringing his hand to smack at your reddening petals again. Your body lurched at the impact, your juices dribbling down your folds.

"Sorry, daddy." You sobbed, gulping lungful of air before apologising again. You couldn't help but whimper when August pulled the toy out of your trembling hole, only to moan when his fingers entered your cunt. Your toes curled as he hooked his digits, pounding his hand inside you and prodding the spot that had you arching your back.

"Daddy, please," You begged, heaving as the coil began winding again. "Can I cum, please?" You asked, writhing as August's fingers moved fervently, edging you closer to your release.

The dark walls of his bedroom echoed with only your strained moans and August's heavy breaths. Sweat covered your entire body as you concentrated on following August's orders or be punished again. His commanding "Yes" was all it took as your inner walls convulsed around his fingers, with an all consuming orgasm accompanied by shuddering muscles and luscious bliss.

While you floated down from your euphoric heaven, August discarded his pants and pumped his rigid cock with his hand.

"Daddy, I want you." You squeaked, reaching out to him with your bound hands.

Laying on your body, dark scruff on his chest grazing your flushed skin, August cradled your head in his hands. Caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, he captured your lips for a blazing kiss, moving his tongue along with yours, as you groaned into his mouth. His cock laid heavy and thick on your thigh, twitching when you sucked at his bottom lip until it turned red.

"You are a slut," He gently slapped at your cheek, smirking as he reached down between your bodies. He lined his bulbous tip at your unguarded entrance, and menacingly whispered, "But you are my slut." He brought his hand to your neck, pressing down, as he shoved his entire length inside your yielding cunt.

You wheezed, shutting your eyes at the intrusion. August rammed into you with fervour while keeping a steady pressure on your fragile neck. Your lungs fought against your rib cage, straining to take in air.

"Daddy," You chocked out, the sound of August's heavy balls slapping against your ass mingling with your gasps. He grunted above you, his pelvis rutting against your clit, the tip of his cock knocking at the apex of your womb.

When he let go of your airway, the sudden rush of unbridled delectation had your core squeeze around his cock, struggling screams leaving your lips as you were overcome with grappling rhapsody. August kept your legs from closing in on him by digging his fingers in the soft flesh of your thighs. He impaled your tormented pussy, chasing his high and with a guttural, animalistic groan he shot his thick load inside you, painting your walls white.

Sweat slicked bodies struggled to catch their breaths, as August rested against you. You winced when he pulled out, sitting back on his knees and running his fingers through your folds.

"Open up." He instructed, his eyes glimmering with malice, as you watched him get the thick concoction of your juices up to your lips. You licked his fingers clean, purring as you swallowed the salty liquid.

"Happy birthday, kitten." August pushed your hair out of your face. "You didn't ask to cum, but I'll let that last one pass."

Holding onto your ankles, you grinned at him and gleefully said, "Thank you, daddy."

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holding-hands-and-hearts · 3 years ago

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Accidents and Excuses

Jesse was karked as soon as they landed.

Heavy fire, heavy losses. Too many of the gunships never made it to the landing zone, even though the admirals had insisted it was secure. And there were so many shinies, who froze with their minds blank and terrified the second daylight hit their HUDs.

“Move!” he screamed, and bodily shoved one of them in front of him. The trooper scared back into his mind like a heart shocked back to life, footsteps pounding as he raced for cover.

Hopefully he’d make it there.

Jesse didn’t.

When he opened his eyes again, the scent of bacta stabbed at the back of his nostrils. The world was bright, and he blinked insultedly at it. His eyes seemed dry and sticky, fatigued and unwilling to move.

Someone had undressed him. A sheet covered most of his body. But it stuck up softly in places it wasn’t supposed to, the lines hazier and the colors somehow absent.

So his whole body was covered in bandages.

It explained the smell.

The background noise was subdued. Footsteps traced brisk paths around him. Machinery hummed faintly, emitting soft, periodic beeps. Somewhere far away, voices murmured in low tones. There was a purpose there, but the edges of the words blurred, and Jesse couldn’t pick out the syllables. Someone was crying.

The med bay, then. It had been a few hours at least, enough for things to calm down, the point at which the post-battle hubbub receded. Updates received, troopers retreated to cry and scream, to grieve and mourn and find care in each other’s arms.

Who had taken care of him? Which of the medics had wrapped his wounds?

Did Kix know where he was?

“Jesse?”

A hand twined its way into his, gloved fingers lingering almost hesitantly. A blurry figure shifted at the side of Jesse’s bed.

“Kix?”

“You okay, Jess?”

He coughed. The nerves in his bandaged legs ached dully. “Been better.”

“Yeah.” Kix’s silhouette moved again, as if sinking into a chair. But he held Jesse’s hand still tighter. It was work-roughened, trauma piling on from countless battles and countless brothers. But it was still warm, something that made the inside of Jesse’s chest glow.

There was a sigh, and Kix’s other hand came up to brush his hand over Jesse’s forehead. “Never - never - do that again.”

Pained as it was, Jesse’s face stretched as a smile curled lazily across his lips. “Was an accident.”

“You ran into an explosion.”

“Aaaaaah….” Yeah. He probably should have thought that one through.

“Kriff, Jess, you can’t do that. You can’t.” Kix’s voice bent, as close to breaking as Jesse had ever heard it. There was a plea behind it, something that tugged at him, something raw and hurting and scared.

Jesse let out a breath. “I’m sorry.”

Kix laughed, low and cynical. “Always got to be the hero, huh?”

“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you.”

“You don’t need an excuse for that.” Kix’s hand tightened on Jesse’s, the warmth flaring a little brighter.

“Not even when I’m being a scoundrel?”

Kix’s eye roll was practically audible. “Manda help us all.”

Jesse’s laugh scraped in his throat, and stabbed at his lungs. It sounded more like a wheeze. But it was laughter, and the little light in his chest felt warmer, more settled, like it had found a niche where it could be safe.

He was here, and Kix was here, and they were alive. Together, for a moment.

Until next time.

*******

Until the next battle, the next injury, the next time one of them has to find the other's bedside or the other's arms.

Fun!

Today is Commander Wolffe/Injury Day for @clonetober. And I felt angsty. But not too angsty, because these two are all about the snark and the soft and I'm here for it. They're my favorites. (Side note: I definitely have my own hc for them, but this piece is up to the reader to interpret. I hope all y'all can enjoy.)

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gingersnaaps · 4 years ago

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at your window

hanahaki: the fictional disease where a person, afflicted by unrequited love, grows flowers in their lungs and stomach. unless the love is reciprocated, the disease will grow fatal. there's one workaround, though - one that issei matsukawa is very interested in: the plant can be physically removed.

wc: ~3.8k

tags/tw's(PLEASE PLEASE READ): n*fw, masturbation only(no sex), stalking, snuff, gore, blood, yandere!matsukawa, sorta necro(attraction but not sex), noncon filming, fem!reader but no mention of genitals

a/n: for @suedebunn's april showers collab // this is the most self-indulgent thing i've ever written and i spent way too long on it. it's supposed to lean towards horror?

i don't want minors interacting with my content

March 8th, 2013

[12:47 am]

The longer Issei sits outside your window, the harder it becomes to stop himself.

His face is pressed up against the dusty glass pane, peering inside at the outline of your sleeping body, and he finds that he can’t help but fixate on it. You look so peaceful, so tranquil, completely at rest as your mind flits between the shadowy realms that dreams inhabit.

He wonders what kind of wonderland you’re in right now - if it’s cotton-candy pink and delightful, just like you, or dark and hazy and spun with danger.

You’d look beautiful in any setting, he thinks, and finds his hand inadvertently drifting downwards.

His gaze rakes over the rise and fall of your chest, taking in the flashes of bare skin where your sheer nightgown rides up, his breath catching as his palm glides over his clothed cock. The friction feels so good - there’s no question that he wants this, needs this - and he wastes no time unzipping his pants and reaching in to free his dick. He doesn’t need to fantasize much, not when you’re mere feet away, instead making sure he sears every detail of your sleeping form into his mind: your fluttering eyelashes, your shallow breaths, the soft glow of your skin in the moonlight.

Issei quickens his pace, stroking up and down the shaft of his cock with purpose, thumb flicking over the slit. His breath huffs against the glass, clouding the surface until it’s dripping with condensation, but he still sees you as clear as day in his mind even as the real image of you blurs. You’re blissed out and relaxed, shoulders free of tension, your lips curving slightly into a smile.

He closes his eyes, rolling his head back as he works his cock, every single brush of his fingers leaving him twitching with sensitivity. You look like an angel, picture-perfect and frozen in time and consciousness, as if you were a framed picture or a museum exhibit preserved just for Issei to admire. Just for Issei. He lets out a quiet groan at the thought as he cums, his hips stuttering and cock jerking up.

You turn over fitfully in your sleep.

Looking down at the cum dripping off his fingers, he wants nothing more than to crawl in through your window and wipe it on your face. It’s an unmistakable mark of ownership, a sign that you belong to him alone, but he hesitates. He’s a bit of a shy guy, you see.

He can wait.

March 14th, 2013

[10:01 pm]

He has to conceal himself a bit better tonight than he would on his normal visits. This time, he’s a bit early, and you’re still awake.

His back is up against the siding of your house, right beside your window, but he can still see you in the periphery of his vision. You’re sitting at your desk, bathed in the warm light of your desk lamp, hunched over some math worksheet and scribbling furiously with the pencil in your hand.

Forget the moon; you glow even prettier as the world around you fades to dark.

Just like every other night, he takes in every detail meticulously. Your hair is messier than it was the previous day - maybe you hadn’t washed it in a while? He doesn’t mind, because it’s endearing when you’re messy and imperfect, barefaced in your pajamas, a little rough around the edges.

He thinks it’s similar to the way you’d look after being fucked stupid, if he closed his eyes and tried to picture you being ruined.

Issei tries very hard to ignore the way his cock strains in his pants at the thought.

March 23, 2013

[11:30 pm]

The mild spring breeze carries the sweet scent of fresh blossoms and green grass, leaving behind the wintry chill that he had to shiver through each night to be at your side - well, as close by your side as he could get.

These little visits have become a part of his life now, as ingrained as waking up in the morning or eating three times a day. It’s comforting for him to watch you from his spot outside your window each night, admiring you as you go about your nighttime routine, puttering from your desk to your bathroom to your bedroom.

He’s started to take some pictures, maybe even a shaky, pixelated video or two, just to tide him over when he’s alone by himself. They’re no replacement for the real thing, obviously, but it’s enough for him to be able to carry around a reminder of the way you look and sound all the time, even if it’s just a shadow of what you’re like in person. He’ll scroll through his camera roll, fingers trembling with excitement, hissing as he brings his hand down to stroke at his cock.

It’s always better in person, though. He sees you more clearly, hears the sound of your voice muffled through the walls, and most of all, he’s closer to you.

Issei likes to make it last, likes to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, so he always starts off with slow, gentle, pumps, gliding up and down his cock with his index finger and thumb curled into a circle. It’s honestly a miracle how you haven’t noticed yet, because he always tends to lose himself after he starts.

Face pressed close against the window in order to get the best view possible, his warm huffs of breath cloud up the cold glass as he strokes himself faster. His eyes rolling back into his head, his two digits of measured stimulation give way quickly to full, hard, pumps of his cock until soft moans start to spill from his mouth.

It’s hard to resist when you’re right there.

Tonight, you’re sprawled out on your bed, phone held above your face as you chat with your friend on video call. You’re shaking with laughter at some silly joke your friend’s telling, head thrown back and chin tilted upwards, face shining with joy, and he suddenly feels a warm, warm feeling of arousal course through him.

Seeing you happy turns him on, makes his cock so hard even though he just came minutes prior.

The sound of your voice carries through the walls, carefree and bright, chattering on and on about some assignment - or maybe it’s a complaint about the teacher, he’s not too sure - and he smiles contentedly at your silly little worries. Too cute, really.

You suddenly cough.

It’s an ugly sound, dry and strangled, and he cringes at the way your body tenses up and shakes. The coughing fit feels far longer than it actually is; every second of your hacking and wheezing is compounded by the panic gripping him. He watches, helpless, as your face turns ashen and grey, his heart seizing with dread and pounding in his chest.

It’s over as quickly as it begins.

You smile weakly, brushing it off as you apologize to your friend, but he can’t shake the uneasy feeling that settles at the pit of his stomach. He tugs up his pants, bare thighs and dick feeling awfully exposed in the night wind, and scurries back home. Maybe another night, then.

April 1st, 2013

[12:09 am]

You’re not in your room today.

Issei leans his head against the cold glass of your windowpane, hands shoved into his jacket, his mind clouding at the edges and overrun with possibilities. He doesn’t recall seeing you making plans with friends the previous night, and there’s not much you could be really doing right now - you have no boyfriend, no plans that he knows of, no real reason to just be gone.

He’s always thought of himself as a calm person. He doesn’t fall victim to temporary urges and flights of emotion the same way that Oikawa or Iwaizumi might, doesn’t do anything reckless on whims he knows will disappear just hours later.

But there’s just something about you that always makes him lose himself, isn’t there?

The window is fogged up with condensation, obscuring his view inside your room. He reaches out the sleeve of his jacket, wiping away the dew clinging to the surface, and squints as he tries to make out the scene in the dim lighting.

On the floor, awash in a pool of moonlight, lies a yellow flower petal spattered with blood.

April 4th, 2013

[4:46 am]

Issei’s not stupid.

He knows what the flower petal means, knows what your sickness means. He’s read about it in books, heard the tales from his parents friends, the whispered legends and hushed myths that make one thing clear:

You belong to someone else.

It’s a thought that fills him with revulsion. You already have Issei; is he not enough for you? Are you such a whore that his devotion falls short of what you’re so clearly greedy for?

He’s stopped restricting himself to just his nightly visits. They’re not enough, not when he can’t seem to go five minutes without his thoughts inevitably drifting to you - you in your fluttery, sheer nightgown, lying in your bed, your frame growing sicker and frailer as the blood drains from your cheeks and your coughing fits grow more frequent.

You can hide it from the prying eyes of your friends at school, from your teachers, even from your parents(as long as you make sure to roll your eyes a few times and lean into that murky, illusory persona of teenage angst), but here in your bedroom, your sanctuary, all your vulnerabilities crawl out and bubble to the surface, bared to your four off-white walls and his eyes only.

You can’t hide this from Issei; not the symptoms, and certainly not the disease.

He sets his alarm every day early enough to hear the nighttime croaking of frogs, the shrill, insistent chirping of cicadas, hours before the sky bleeds daylight, making his way over to your house. He stands outside, silent, his fingers pressed up against the window.

He doesn’t know why he goes anymore. You look ugly when you’re sick. Your healthy complexion has given way to grey, and his dick goes limp every time he tries to jerk himself off. It’s a reminder of the fact that he can’t ever have you the way he used to dream about: lively, healthy, and wholly devoted to him and him alone.

At this point, the pictures and videos of you are the only thing he has left, a pitiful reminder of everything you used to be. He has no use for those other girls from porn sites online, or even the scantily clad social media posts of his classmates. Issei only wants you, but you aren’t quite who you used to be, and every time he trudges home after staring through that stupid window, there’s always a bitter aftertaste in his mouth that makes his blood curdle.

It’s not that he’s jealous, exactly. He doesn’t really give a fuck who you’re pining after, because it’s you he cares about. He wants to own you, to possess your body, mind, and soul, wants you to end up at his side one day, acknowledging him with tears brimming in your lovely eyes, voice raw and hoarse as you chant thank you Issei, thank you, thank you for watching over me, Issei, i’m yours, Issei, i love you, Issei

Maybe it’s no wonder he can’t stop thinking about you.

April 19th, 2013

[11:52 pm]

He finds you passed out on the floor, surrounded by crumpled piles of faded carnation petals. They’re a sickly yellow, browning at the edges, tinged with blood and vomit and spit. It’s a scene straight out of a movie, illuminated by the waning moon, the cold, pale, uneven light casting shadows that dance across your body.

April 24th, 2013

[2:03 am]

Issei is nothing if not a practical man. If there’s a problem, he’s going to fix it.

He’s had enough of waiting, anyway.

April 25th, 2013

[12:00 am]

He’s never actually been inside your room before. It’s eerily quiet, save for your shallow, rapid breaths, all outside noises absorbed by the walls and curtains. It almost feels like he’s dreaming as he makes his way over to your bedside, his shadow stretching and bending in the distorted light like those funhouse mirror reflections.

Your lips are parted slightly, mouth agape as if in waiting, and he can’t help but run a finger along your cracked, ashen lips.

Issei shivers.

He’s never been quite so close to you before. It’s almost anticlimactic, the way he ends up at your side. He won’t lie; he had been hoping for a different ending, one with more sunshine and roses, one where you’d be smiling happily by his side as he tenderly holds your hand.

But he can’t change the way things are, and he’s more than willing to make the best of what he’s got.

He doesn’t have any surgical tools that might’ve been more fitting, but he supposes a kitchen knife - one he’d sharpened just yesterday - should work well enough. He runs a finger along the back of the gleaming metal, admiring the way it glints, brilliant and blinding, even in the midst of the dim room.

The old, worn, bed creaks beneath him as he climbs carefully on top of you, straddling your torso, taking care not to place too much pressure on your body. He reaches out to caress your face, brushing a loose strand of hair aside as he appraises you. In sickness, you were nowhere near as beautiful as you were before, but your proximity almost makes up for it; Issei can feel your heart thrumming beneath your skin, can feel the huff of your breath on his hand as your chest rises and falls.

He almost regrets having to do this.

Bringing the blade up to your chest, he begins to cut through your paper-thin nightgown. As the fabric rips, it falls to either side to reveal your chest, and his breath catches. The soft curve of your tits are stained with red, little green buds of growth peeking out from your chest and between your ribs. Blood blooms across your skin, thorns and stems pricking out from the smooth surface of your skin, standing out in stark relief as the sick, twisted, unnatural growth threatens to burst out of your body.

He flutters his fingers along your delicate skin, trailing gentle touches down your stomach, completely absorbed in the way you look and feel.

So absorbed, in fact, that he almost doesn’t notice the way you tense, eyes blinking awake, as pain lances through your body.

Issei’s quick, though - far quicker than you, at least, and by the time you open your mouth to scream, fear catching in your throat, he shoves a large hand over your mouth to muffle any of the unpleasant noises that threaten to spill out.

“Shh,” he whispers, voice hoarse and foreign in his own chest. He’s not used to speaking to you. “If you don’t hold still, it’s going to hurt even more.”

You freeze in terror at the implications of his words, eyes catching on the blade pointed at your chest. There’s a sudden urge to lash out, to fight back - but it quickly passes. You’re not stupid.

You know that he’s far stronger than you, far faster, and as his calm, remorseless gaze latches onto your body, you realize very quickly that any resistance would be futile.

He begins his work as soon as he feels you go limp beneath him. You’re still trembling slightly, shivering from both the fear and the cold, completely exposed, completely at his mercy. You’re still not sure who he is; maybe you’ve caught a glimpse or two of him in your classes in the past, but for the most part, he’s still a complete stranger.

Issei, on the other hand, knows you very well.

As the knife slips beneath your soft flesh, your bed quickly turns into a sea of scarlet, of vermilion and ruby, of wine-red blood that grows from a trickle to a stream to a rushing, spurting mess that stains your sheets and spills onto the floor. He can feel the spatters of your blood on his face, his clothes, can see the periphery of his vision growing red as the blank, white walls turn crimson.

He finds it’s a bit difficult to hold himself back.

Cutting you up feels like catharsis to him. He’s never seen you quite like this before, but he thinks this version of you looks very pretty, your eyes rolling back into your head, your chest shaking uncontrollably as he rips his knife through your flesh over and over again. A small, barely audible whimper slips from your lips, and he feels a shuddering mix of pleasure and revulsion wash over him.

The stark white of your bone peeks through the ripped, bloody mess. Perhaps he’s finally gone far enough.

There’s no slit or hole for him to find - he wasn’t quite so careful - but he reaches a hand in to dig around at what used to be your stomach, and begins to pull out the flowers from the roots. They’ve spread to your lungs, climbed almost all the way up your throat, the green stems and yellow flowers twisting and threading between your organs and ribs. He removes them one by one, meticulous and careful, tossing them aside as he searches and prods and kills every last trace of your disease.

The lungs are by far the hardest for him, the branches of tissue packed densely with blood vessels and capillaries, and he has to pry the clusters apart to remove the growth that’s embedded itself within the organ.

If you think about it, he’s really doing you a favor.

A wave of relief courses through him when he’s finally finished. It’s unfortunate that it had to end this way, with your face screwed permanently into that pained, tortured expression, but it’s nothing he can’t fix - he brings a bloody finger up and adjusts your features until they resemble something slightly more pleasant.

There’s no heartbeat anymore, he realizes, no rhythm thrumming and pulsing beneath your skin.

He climbs off of you awkwardly, swinging his legs back over the bed. The quilt, pooled around your ankles, is still remarkably clean considering what the rest of the room had been through, and he pulls the soft, white cover over your mangled body until it comes up to your chin.

If he moves backwards a little and squints, it’s almost like you’re still asleep.

And if he tries really hard, uses his imagination to fill in the gaps and blot out the unnecessary bits, the blood smeared on your cheeks and lips almost seems like makeup, covering up that ugly, ashen complexion from your sickness, like a rosy imitation of what he used to find so beautiful.

Maybe it’s all in his mind, but he thinks you really do look better dead than sick.

He knows it’s not right.

He knows he shouldn’t.

He also can’t quite bring himself to care.

Cursing softly under his breath, he hand wanders until it finds the growing outline of the bulge in his pants. It feels so good to do it right in front of you, especially when you look better than he’d seen you in weeks(as long as he sort of squints), and he shudders with pleasure as he palms his cock slowly.

He usually likes to hold back a little, but there’s really no point this time - it’s the last time he’ll ever be this close to you, so he might as well make the best of it, right?

His cock is rock hard and dripping with precum by now, straining with arousal against the pressure of his fist, gliding and stroking along his curved, thick length until he begins to feel that warm heat coiling in his stomach. He kind of wishes that you were still alive to see him jerking off to your perfect face, pumping his cock desperately as he fixates on the fake blush of your skin. It’s almost exactly how you look before you fell sick - minus the gore splattered on your sheets, of course - as long as he pretends that you’re still breathing, that your pulse is still thrumming steadily beneath those soft, white quilts.

He fists his cock a bit faster, rhythm increasing as he feels his balls growing heavier, his dick flushed and desperate for release. Although he’s sad that you’d never be able to fully participate, he supposes it’s for the best.

Better dead than hung up on someone else, right?

As he turns his gaze back onto the flowers he’d ripped out from your chest cavity, he feels a perverse burst of pleasure coursing through him. He can’t help but feel proud of the way he’s made everything right, how he’d gotten rid of that annoying little crush you’d been harboring for weeks. If he closes his eyes, he can almost see the way you’re thanking him from the afterlife, tears of gratitude and joy in your eyes at the freedom he’s finally given you.

Issei finishes with a low, pleasured, groan, his cum spilling into his waiting hand as he strokes himself through his orgasm. It’s one of the strongest orgasms he’s had in quite some time, and he can’t help but think it’s the commemoration you deserve.

As the blood rushing in his eardrums slows, the hazy, uncertain world around him seems to stop spinning, and he feels himself being pulled back down from his high. If he strains his senses, he can hear the nighttime din through your walls, quiet and ever-present. He looks outside, the streetlamps flickering dimly, staring off into the inky stillness of the star-lit night.

Funny that he’s finally on the other side of your window.

Maybe he should leave you one last present.

April 26th, 2013

[9:00 am]

When they find you in your bed the next morning, your mother screams and your father cries.

They never saw it coming, did they? You were a good girl, someone who always did what they were supposed to do, said what others told them to say, acted exactly how they expected you to. Never got yourself into the slightest hint of trouble.

It’s a horrific scene: their precious daughter, limbs mangled and organs torn up, stomach and chest cut wide open as if straight from a horror movie. The room seems to swirl with hostility, and the four walls, once your sanctuary, had turned into an image of brutal, bloody, violence - with your body as the centerpiece.

It’s not until they step closer that they realize the dried, white, glaze on your face is cum.

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