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puckinghischier · 7 months ago

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Jersey Talk

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader finds herself engaging in a lot of jersey talk

notes: part 3 of my lil unnamed nico series!! i loved writing this part and hope you enjoy it as much as i do 🥹 also, i didn’t really proofread so ignore any mistakes. and just a disclaimer, i don’t claim to know everything there is to know about any of the players mentioned in my writing, so if there’s inaccuracies on timelines or personality traits, just ignore them and assume it’s for the plot 😌

p.s.!! i’m thinking about starting a tag list for this/any of my writing i post so if you want to be a part of that, let me know!!

part 1, part 2, part 4

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You absolutely love how foot travel friendly New Jersey is. Coming from an area where foot travel is virtually nonexistent, the change is a welcomed one. You appreciate being able to simply grab your favorite totes, your headphones, and make the fifteen-minute walk to the small corner store. Surely in the winter you’ll feel differently about the five-block trek, but hopefully you’ll have your car by then. For now, the comfortable Autumn air makes the walk enjoyable. The fresh air, the beautiful buildings, and the surprising friendliness of the strangers you pass on the street make you feel like you made the right decision in relocating your life to the garden state.

Luckily this grocery run was fairly light, only needing to pick up some essentials until one of the boys gives you a ride to the larger chain grocery store on one of their upcoming off days. You really just needed the ingredients to make dinner tonight, making good on your promise to be their personal shopper and occasional chef in exchange for a place to live. You even stopped in a small bakery about a block from your apartment and picked up a few assorted pastries for a sweet treat later, knowing how much Luke loves his dessert.

As you walk into the apartment, courtesy of your shiny new key Jack gave you last week, you see both him and Luke on the couch, each with one hand on an iPad held out so both could view the contents on the screen. You assume they’re watching game film, preparing for their game later in the week against the Rangers. Your assumption is confirmed when you hear the unmistakable sound of sticks slapping against pucks and ice coming from the iPad in question.

They’re both so engrossed in the game film on the screen that they have no clue that you’ve even walked through the door. You make your way to the kitchen to unload what’s in your hands, putting away what little groceries you bought. Once you’re finished in the kitchen, you make your way back out into the living room, wanting to catch up with your roommates on how their midday practice had gone. As you walk towards the living area, rounding the loveseat adjacent to the sectional where the boys sit, Luke catches your moving figure from the corner of his eye. His body jerks slightly, clearly startled until he notices its only you.

“Oh my god you just scared the shit out of me,” you hear him exhale, holding his hand to his chest.

You just chuckle as you see Jack whip his head up, confused as to what Luke was referring to until he saw you sitting down, tucking your feet up under your legs to get comfortable.

“When did you get home? Have you been here the whole time?” Jack asks, pausing the game film and sitting the iPad on the small coffee table in the center of the room.

“No, you two were just lost in hockey land when I came in. I went to the corner mart a few blocks down to get stuff to make dinner, then put it all away before coming in here. Thought I’d give you guys a few more minutes before I came in here and interrupted,” you replied, resting your chin on your hands that are placed on the arm of the loveseat.

“Well, you have our full attention now. What’s up?” Jack leans back into the couch once again, stretching his arms above his head.

“Just wanted to talk to my boys. See how practice went today. Figure out how you guys are going to fare against the Rags,” you throw in a small dig at their biggest rival team.

“The Rags? Since when do you participate in hockey talk?” Luke chimes into the conversation, laughing slightly at your attempt to assimilate into the world of hockey.

“Since I overheard a conversation at this cute little bakery down the street. While I was waiting in line there was a man in front of me with a Devils hat on and the guy working the counter was asking him about his thoughts on the game this week. He was talking about how much he wishes ‘the boys can pull their heads out of their asses and beat the damn Rags’ and I thought it was funny. Figured I should probably adopt the local vernacular if I want to fit in around here. You know, participate in the Jersey talk,” you recall with a shrug of your shoulders.

The two brothers let out a little chuckle at your story, amused at your attempt to insert yourself into their world. The two of them and Quinn taught you a lot about how hockey is played and the rules over the years, but their hope of you fully getting involved in all of the aspects of hockey and the fanbase quickly dissolved. They would sit and force you to watch reruns of games with them over the summer at the lake, and you would sit there and whine because of how badly you wanted to go out on the boat or drive the golf cart down to the local ice cream shop, not listening to a single word the trio would say to you. Once you made the decision to move in with the two youngest brothers, you figured you should probably put a little more effort into the whole hockey fan experience, considering you would likely be attending games on a regular basis.

“Well, we’ve been preparing for the Rags, so that old man in the bakery can rest easy knowing we’re working our asses off, which our heads aren’t in, by the way,” Jack speaks, correcting the stranger’s statement.

“Yeah, we’re doing really well, actually. We keep splitting the team up and forcing one half to mimic the Rangers and some of their techniques, so we’re actually getting really good at stopping them from getting the puck into our zone. Plus, our goalies are putting out some insane stops during practice, so I really think we’ve got this in the bag,” Luke adds, excited to showcase their hard work.

You’ve noticed that practices must have been hard for the boys this week. A lot of naps and ibuprofen consumed. You haven’t really seen much of them, if you’re being honest. They’re usually gone by the time you wake up in the mornings and so tired by the time they come home that they go straight to the couch or their bedrooms and fall asleep. By the time they wake up from their naps you’re usually already cooking dinner, at least getting to chat a bit while you cook. After finishing dinner they’re back to the couch, watching game film or heading back to the arena for various events and strategy meetings. They go to bed fairly early, considering all of their early morning starts, so evenings are usually spent in your room by yourself watching tv or catching up with your friends back home. You suppose you should get used to spending time by yourself, though, knowing you’ll be here by yourself more often than not during the season.

They had a game in Boston a few days prior, leaving you with your apartment to yourself for the first time in the two weeks you’ve lived with them. They were only gone for one night, but it was definitely lonely. You really haven’t been here long enough to have an abundance of people to call up anytime Jack and Luke were unavailable, so you had passed the time by exploring the area around your apartment complex a little, finding the perfect park to go sit at to soak up some much-needed sunshine. You couldn’t hide your excitement when the two brothers returned home the next evening, though. You got up from the couch and ran over to the door, ready to greet them and ask them all about the game (you had watched it on tv, but you really just wanted to talk to someone after a full day with no one’s company but your own), but you were greeted with tired eyes and frowns, despite their win the previous night. You simply gave each of them a hug and then sent them off to bed, knowing once they got some sleep they would be up for conversation.

This is why, right now, even though you have zero knowledge of what preparing for a rival hockey game consists of, you’re taking in every word the two have to offer about the subject. You’re just happy to have a few uninterrupted minutes to sit and talk with them.

“Good! That’s great! Really…good,” you say, giving a thumbs up and awkward smile after failing to come up with a better response to Luke’s statements.

Luke just laughs, appreciating your attempts at interest in their jobs.

“You’re coming to the game, right? We put back a ticket for you, but if you can’t make it that’s okay, too. Got you a pretty sick seat, though. Glass seat, right beside the net,” Jack reveals, raising his eyebrows a bit, as if trying to convince you.

“Of course I’ll be there, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” you exclaim, a little offended at the mere thought you’d skip out on such a big game for them.

“You won’t be disappointed, I swear. We’re gonna kick some major Rags ass,” Luke adds, excitement showing at the idea of you being in the crowd.

“The real question here shouldn’t be if I’m coming to the game or not. It’s whose jersey am I going to wear?” you throw out, poking fun at the two.

“Pshh, c’mon that one’s a no brainer. You’ll obviously wear mine, I’m your favorite,” Jack waves off your words, fully confident that you’ll agree with him.

“I don’t know, Rowdy. I feel like plenty of people will have 86 jerseys on. It is Moose’s rookie season, maybe I should wear his so he feels included.”

“Yeah, dickhead. You have a whole arena full of people wearing your number, she should wear mine. We all know it’s the better number anyways,” Luke retorts.

Jack rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to fire back an insult at Luke, but he’s cut off by a knock at the door. You look over at the two boys to see if they know who might be at the door, but both of their faces mirror your confused look. So much for your uninterrupted time with them.

“Did you guys invite someone over? Or should I be worried that there’s a murderer standing on the other side of our door right now,” you ask.

“Well first of all I don’t think a murderer would knock on the door. They would probably pick the lock or something. Isn’t the whole point of murdering someone to do it when they don’t see it coming?” Jack responds, standing up. “Second of all, it’s probably just Nico. I had mentioned watching game film together at practice earlier and he told me he’d see how he was feeling later. Kinda forgot about it, if I’m being honest, but this is around the time he wakes up from his post-practice nap.”

You sit up a little straighter when Jack mentions his teammate and captain. You hadn’t seen him since your first night in town about two weeks ago. You’d caught little bits of information about him in passing from both Jack and Luke, but tried to keep your questions about him to a minimum. The two of you were still practically strangers, not having had any reason to communicate after that night. You assume he’s been as busy as Jack and Luke, coming and going far more than you. Still, you’re surprised you haven’t even run into him once. You figure his captain duties keep him far busier than even Luke and Jack.

You hear the front door open and then two sets of voices making their way down the short hallway. You look over to see Nico in a hoodie and sweats, a hat hiding his long hair. You think back to that night at the bar when his hair was uncovered and he was having to push it out of his eyes for most of the night, wishing you could catch a glimpse of the brown locks right now. The two were continuing their short conversation from the door, so Nico had yet to acknowledge you or Luke yet. You look away, starting to pick at a loose thread on your socks, knowing you needed to avert your eyes before you were caught staring.

Unknown to you, Luke had already noticed your stare, observing how fixated you were on his captain. You look over to find Luke staring at you, an undecipherable expression on his face. You give him a puzzled look, as if to say ‘what?’ and he responds by simply shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders a bit.

“Oh, hey you two. How’s it going?” Nico’s voice pulls you from your silent conversation with Luke, noticing Jack was no longer next to him.

“Hey, man. How was your nap? Your shoulder okay?” Luke asks him, adjusting his body slightly on the couch to make room for Nico to sit down.

You turn your head to look at Nico once again, a small hint of worry surfacing. He doesn’t look injured? His arm isn’t in a sling or anything, and he’s not holding it in pain. You watch as he sits down to see if even the smallest wince makes its way across his face as his back comes to rest against the plush cushions. If he’s in any sort of pain, he’s not letting it show in his actions.

“Yeah, perfectly fine. Don’t give yourself that much credit, kid. You don’t hit nearly as hard as you think you do,” Nico chuckles, taking his hand and tapping Luke on the knee a few times.

“Trying to hurt your captain before a huge game, Luke?” you speak for the first time since Nico entered the apartment. “Maybe I should wear Jack’s jersey on Saturday.”

“I knew it! See, my jersey is clearly the better choice, Moose. Sucks to suck, huh?” Jack interjects with a grin, walking from the direction of the kitchen, glass of water in hand.

“Now c’mon, Y/N, that isn’t even fair. It was an accident!” Luke cries out. “We were running drills and I was trying to stop, but I misjudged and ran into Nico. He didn’t even hit the glass that hard, you heard him!”he argues, looking between you and his brother.

“All I’m saying is, it won’t look good if the rookie is the reason the captain can’t play against public enemy number one. Then you’ll become public enemy number one, and I can’t be caught at a game wearing the new public enemy’s jersey. I’m already a newcomer, I can’t tarnish my reputation this early,” you hold your hands up in defense.

“What have I just walked into?” Nico asks, eyes darting between the three of you.

“Well, right before you walked in, we were talking about which jersey Y/N was going to wear to the game on Saturday. I told her the obvious choice was mine, but she decided to spew some bullshit about there being too many 86 jerseys already, so she should wear Luke’s since he’s new and needs to feel included,” Jack uses finger quotes around the last part of his sentence.

“Well, she has a point.”

“See! Even Cap thinks so! That’s it, you’re wearing my jersey, Y/N. Cap’s word is final,” Luke leans back, taking in his assumed victory.

Your mind wanders back to Nico’s words he spoke to you at the bar a couple of weeks ago, wondering if Luke’s statement includes those words, too.

“Maybe I should be fair and not wear either jersey. Just go down the roster and pick a random name and then buy it,” you joke, watching the brothers widen their eyes like you just told them you ran over their childhood pet.

“That’s…not even funny. How dare you even joke about something so important,” Jack stares at you, seriousness painted on his features.

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s just…that’s just cruel,” Luke emphasizes the last word dramatically.

“I think you should do it. In fact, I have a spare jersey I think you can wear,” Nico adds, looking at you with mischievous eyes.

“Oh, well that actually sounds lovely, Nico, thank you! What better way to show my support at my first Devils game than sporting the captain’s jersey?”

Jack and Luke both turn their heads to glare at their captain sitting between them. If looks could kill, the poor Swiss man would be six feet under right now. The Hughes brothers don’t play around when it comes to their jerseys. You remember when you had gone to one of Luke’s games while he was playing for Michigan, wanting to buy a Michigan jersey in support, but the gift shop had run out of Luke’s number once he announced his contract with the Devils. You knew you could have simply asked him for a jersey, knowing he had several lying around his dorm room, but the trip was supposed to be a surprise.

You were forced to buy a random jersey with some lesser known last name on it, because you still wanted to show up in Michigan attire. You don’t even remember whose name and number it was, but you remember the look on Luke’s face when he saw you during warm ups, going from pure joy to disgust in seconds. He skated off, going to the locker room briefly before returning with a yellow Jersey that he then threw over the glass to your seat, motioning for you to put it on. You just laughed and did as you were told. You’ve had similar arguments with both Jack and Quinn over threatening to wear a teammates jersey over the years, but you just like to poke fun at how protective the three are over you. Jack explained to you that they want you to wear their jersey’s because it shows their teammates that you’re to be left alone, knowing the reputations of their fellow players.

“Cap, please don’t make me kick you out of this apartment right now,” Jack looks at Nico with complete seriousness.

“Maybe I need to work on my body checks in practice tomorrow, Cap,” Luke tries to threaten.

Nico simply laughs, shaking his head at the sudden unity between the two bickering brothers.

“Alright, chill out you two, all jokes. Unless…” You trail off, standing up.

“No, no unless. You’re wearing one of our jerseys, preferably mine. Hey! Where are you going, this is serious!” Jack yells after you as you walk towards the kitchen.

“Unless you want to starve tonight, someone has to start making dinner. Plus, I have some jersey shopping to do,” you say, hearing Nico’s laughter ringing out once more as you enter the kitchen.

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“Hey, Nico! Are you staying for dinner? I need to know how much pasta to make!” you shout from your spot by the stove, having just sat down a large pot of water on the hot eye.

You walk over to the cabinet to grab the box of pasta and a couple jars of sauce, waiting for an answer from the living room. You decided to go with just simple spaghetti and salad tonight, not really in the mood for having to prep a ton of food and spend an hour and a half cooking. Jack will probably complain about the amount of carbs he’s consuming, but he’ll get over it. As if he doesn’t burn enough calories from practice and his personal workouts he does on a daily basis. Luke will just be happy to have something that isn’t chicken, seeing as that’s all you made for the first few days of your new living arrangement, trying to stick to the meal plan Jack had the nutritionist send you.

After the third night of some form of chicken and vegetables, Luke was quick to inform you that no one on the team follows the meal plan so strictly. You also learned that Jack is going through some phase of eating nothing but chicken or steak and brown rice, Luke revealing that’s what the two mostly lived on during the weeks leading up to your move. You had told Luke he should learn to cook for himself, and then he wouldn’t be forced to eat what Jack or you decide to make if he doesn’t like it, but he had rolled his eyes and told you “this was the agreement, right? We won’t let you pay rent, so you told us you would contribute by cooking. So really, I’m just helping you fulfill your roommate duties.”

You still don’t have an answer from the three in the living room. You figure they’re too busy with game film to hear you, so you decide to just make enough for Nico, too. You can always pack up the leftovers and have them for lunch the next few days if needed. You dump what you think to be the proper amount of pasta for four people into the pot once it reaches a boil, then work on pouring the sauce into a pan to let it heat up. You cheated on the salad, too, deciding to just buy two bags of salad mix, dumping the bag into a large bowl and adding the small packets of toppings. You’ve just dumped the now done pasta into the colander in the sink, turning to put the pot back onto the stove to cool off a bit when a voice causes you to nearly drop the hot pot in your hands.

“It smells delicious in here,” Nico announces his presence, walking through the doorway towards the fridge.

You settle yourself before setting the pot down safely on the stovetop before speaking. “You know, I really need to get on ordering those squeaky shoes if I want to avoid a heart attack by 25.”

Turning your body, you see Nico hunched over looking in the fridge, arm reaching towards a water bottle before raising up, flashing you a smile.

“Nah, even if you buy them I wouldn’t wear them. This is like, our thing now. Me sneaking up on you, you getting mad, me getting a good laugh out of it,” he stands back at his full height now.

“How comforting that you find enjoyment out of my jumpiness. Such an admirable trait to have,” you grumble, taking the pasta from the sink and transfer it into the pan filled with sauce. “I was going to ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, seeing as it looks like I made enough to feed the entire team, but I think I’ll just leave you to fend for yourself. See how funny that is.”

This earns another laugh, Nico moving to lean against the counter opposite of you, watching you try to combine the sauce and the pasta without making a giant mess.

“Why don’t you just put it back in the pot you cooked the pasta in. You’ll be able to mix it easier.”

“Because apparently that would have been too easy,” you step back and huff, wondering why you didn’t think of that before you created an overflowing mess of sauce and noodles.

Nico makes his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders to move you out of the way. He picks up the pan and dumps the contents into the pot sitting next to it, not spilling a single drop.

“There, now you can mix it easier and it won’t spill out over the sides and cause an even bigger mess,” he states, placing the dirty pan in the sink behind you.

“Okay, captain chef, next time you’re cooking dinner, since you clearly have more kitchen skills than me,” you tell him, making your way across the kitchen to collect plates to sit on the table.

Nico just chuckles as he watches you grab the plates, sitting one in front of each chair around the small dining table that sits in the kitchen.

“It smells so good in here, please tell me its almost done,” Jack enters the kitchen, Luke trailing behind him.

“It is, just finished actually,” you look up, Nico carrying the pot of steaming pasta from the stove to the table, careful not to drop it.

“Rowdy, grab the salad over there by the sink for me while I grab some forks for everyone,” you move towards the silverware drawer, walking around the Swiss man in your kitchen, having to turn your body slightly as he steps back from the table.

“Well, I better get going, my leftovers aren’t going to heat themselves up,” Nico announces, starting to make his way out of the kitchen.

“Cap, are you crazy? Do you not see how much food Bouy made?” Jack places the bowl of salad next to the pot of pasta, taking his seat at the table.

“Jack, I’m being so serious right now, if you keep using that stupid nickname for me I will sneak laxatives into your protein shakes.” You take the seat across from Jack, Luke falling into the seat to your left.

“Well, as long as it’s okay with Bouy, I’d love to stay.” Nico walks back over to the table, taking the seat next to Jack, smirking while avoiding eye contact with you.

“I know where you live, so the threat extends to you too, Cap” you glare at Nico.

The rest of the meal is mostly filled with talk between the three hockey players, you chiming in here and there, until Jack shifts the topic of conversation to you.

“So, what’s the update with your new job? You have everything lined up and ready to go?”

“Yeah, talked to them earlier today, actually. They said they’d have my office ready in about a week, so I should be starting not long after that.” You shrug, not wanting to bore them with the details of the corporate scene in New Jersey.

“Where are you going to be working?” Nico asks, genuine interest present in his tone, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“I got offered a position with a small publishing company not too far from here, actually. Mostly independent, up and coming authors, but still exciting,” you reveal, perking up a bit at the opportunity to talk about your passion.

“Was super worried I wasn’t going to be able to use my degree after college, seeing as the market for English lit degrees isn’t too wide unless you want to teach. At least, that’s how it is back home. After I graduated and Jack offered the spare room here, I applied to a few positions here in Jersey and a few in New York, willing to make the commute if needed. Only heard back from one place, though. And it just so happened to be a thirty-minute drive from here, so I accepted and started packing,” you explained.

“It was meant to be. The gang back together once again,” Jack beams.

“Well, the gang minus Quinn. The fucker just had to end up in Vancouver of all places,” Luke grumbles, still upset the oldest Hughes is so far away.

“Lucky for us I can work remotely if I ever need or want to, so this summer at the lake we can all be together again,” you try to cheer Luke up, knowing how much he wishes the three brothers could have played on the same team while making their dreams come true.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Jack celebrates. “This is going to be the best summer at the lake house yet. We’re all grown, most of us legal drinking age, but don’t worry, we won’t tell if you won’t, Lukey,” Jack winks over at Luke, knowing the underage drinking rule has never really applied in the sacred space of the lake houses, “and we’ll all finally be there together again after, what, like 6 years?”

“It’s been awhile, at least that long,” you try to think back to the last time everyone was there together.

It was the summer before Quinn got drafted. Quinn had signed to play hockey at Michigan a few months before everyone was set to arrive at the summer oasis. You remember being so proud of him. You couldn’t wait to finally see him and congratulate him in person, knowing how hard he had worked for it. You figured things would stay the same for a few more years, expecting him to come home every summer for the next four years before moving on to the NHL. You had no clue that he would be drafted only a summer later and that it would be the beginning of the end for the summers of fun at the lake house.

“Nico, you should come up this summer! It’s always such a good time!” Jack pulls you from your reminiscing.

“I mean, maybe. I’ve been talking to my parents about flying home during the off season this year, since I didn’t make it over there last year. But I could probably come for a few days, at least,” he shrugs his shoulders.

You try to picture Nico at the lake house, hat covering his hair, swim trunks and a t-shirt covering his body. You picture him lounging on the boat in the sun while Jack takes everyone out for a midday ride, finding a secluded spot somewhere on the lake to stop and swim for a while. You picture him trying to wake surf, wondering if he’d be instantly good at it or if he would end up wiping out in the water. You picture him sitting around the fire at night, a light hoodie on to the mask the chill that never fails to make an appearance on Michigan summer nights, the glow from the fire illuminating his face just enough for you to admire him. You picture him with a slight sunburn on his nose, tan skin glowing from being in the sun so often.

You must have been lost in your thoughts for longer than you realized, because you came back to the conversation with several calls of your name from the seat next to you.

“Are you even listening to us anymore? Or do you really not want Cap coming to the lake house?” Luke looks over at you, slightly waving his hand in front of your face.

“What? No,” you say, looking around at the expectant faces surrounding you. “I mean, no I don’t care if he comes. It would be fun, yeah. If he can make it, of course. You heard him, I’m sure he’s excited to see his family.”

“I’m sure I can work something out. Have the best of both worlds. These two have talked about the infamous lake house so much I’m curious to see if it really lives up to all the hype,” Nico leans back, nodding his head towards both Jack and Luke.

“Then its settled! Cap is coming to Michigan this summer!” Jack cheers, throwing his arms up in celebration.

You laugh in response to Jack’s excitement, noticing that everyone seems to be done eating, plates clean and glasses empty. You stand up and start to take some of the dishes to the sink, setting them in there before walking back over to the table.

“Since you’re in such a good mood, I think now would be the best time to tell you that you and Luke have dish duty tonight.” You clear the last of the dishes off the table.

You watch Jack’s face fall, while Luke’s does a sharp turn in your direction. You turn your back to them to walk back over to the counter, opening the cabinet below you to find Tupperware to store the leftovers in.

“On that note, I better get going. Have some laundry I need to get done before practice in the morning,” Nico stands, bringing over a few stray pieces of silverware you seemed to have missed.

“Oh, no you don’t, Cap. You heard her, she cooked, we clean,” Jack turns to look at his captain as he makes his way to the sink.

“No, I said you and Luke have dish duty tonight. Nico’s name was never mentioned. Guests don’t do the dishes, Jack. I know Ellen raised you better than that.”

“Nico is hardly a guest. He’s over here all the time!” Luke chimes in, opening one of the drawers by the sink, grabbing a towel to dry dishes with.

“He doesn’t pay any rent for the apartment, therefore he’s a guest. Just accept your fate, you two. You’ll survive, I promise.” You hand the pot you just emptied to Jack, taking the food in your hands to the fridge a few steps away.

“You don’t pay any rent, and you’re not a guest,” Jack mumbles, hands covered in soapy suds.

“Exactly! That means I don’t do the dishes, either. I knew you’d catch on eventually! And they say you’re just a pretty face,” you shut the fridge door, looking over at Jack with an amused grin.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Jack whines.

“C’mon, man, you walked right into that one,” Nico adds, laughing at his teammate.

Jack glares at the taller man. “I thought you said you were leaving, that you had laundry to do or some shit.”

“I am, I am,” Nico throws his hands up in defense.

“I’ll walk you out, Nico. Leave the children to pout while doing their chores,” you jest, walking toward the kitchen’s exit.

“Thanks for dinner, Y/N. Ten times better than whatever I would’ve found in my fridge,” Nico says as you pass through the living room.

“Anytime, Cap,” you use his title, blaming Jack and Luke for the new habit. “After all, I owed you for rescuing me from sleeping in the hallway.”

This earns another one of those laughs you love to hear fall from his mouth, smiling to yourself as he follows you down the small hallway towards the front door.

“I feel like you definitely had to put in more effort on your end of that deal,” he steps through the door you’re holding open.

“I’ll just wait until you owe me a favor, then I’ll make sure to cash in some extravagant request,” you joke, leaning against the door as he stands in the hallway.

“I’ll be eagerly awaiting the day.”

Nico takes his apartment key from his pocket and unlocks his door, opening it and stepping inside, turning around to face you once again, his stance mirroring your own in his own doorway.

“So, I’ll see you at the game on Saturday, then?” He stalls a goodbye.

“Yep, I’ll be there. Still deciding which brother I’m going to piss off,” you reference the earlier argument over whose jersey you’ll wear.

“Oh, that reminds me-“ Nico says before propping his door open, leaving you alone in your doorway, confused as to where he could’ve gone.

After about a minute of you standing there, wondering if he was going to come back, he returns, holding a red jersey in his hand.

“Here, figured there’s no sense in you going out and buying one if you really wanted to mess with their heads.”

He hands you the jersey, stepping back into his doorway. You unfold the jersey and notice the big black C on the upper left corner of the jersey. It was a solid red jersey, the team’s symbol in the middle, two black stripes on the forearms of each sleeve, more black accents on the shoulders of the jersey. You look up at him, a little surprised.

“I- I can’t take one of your jerseys, Nico. What if I mess it up, or spill something on it? I’ll just wear one of the ones I have. This looks too nice to risk it,” you attempt to hand the jersey back across the hallway.

“No, I insist. I think it’ll be fun to mess around with them a little. Especially Jack, since he seemed so convinced you were going to wear his. They’ll never even see it coming,” Nico refuses.

You run the idea through your head for a second, thinking about how it would be a funny little dig at the boys. You also think about the implications of wearing a jersey that doesn’t belong to one of Hughes brothers. It’s harmless, though, right? Nico said it was just a fun way to get under their skin. ‘Don’t jump to conclusions, Y/N’ you think to yourself, trying to kick your habit of creative narratives in your head.

“Okay, but if I end up getting kicked out of my apartment I’m knocking on your door to sleep on your couch,” you finally agree.

“My door’s always open for you.”

You look back down to the jersey in your hands to hide the blush that appears on your face at his words. You know you’ve only known him for a short period of time, tonight being the first real chunk of time you’ve spent in his presence, but Nico is making it really hard for you to keep your feelings for him casual. You’ve always had a habit of getting a case of the heart eyes fast, but you’re trying to be normal, for once.

He’s likely just being his normal, personable self and you’re letting every smile and joke go to your head, placing more meaning on them than is warranted. There’s just something about him, though. He’s extremely attractive, for one. But it’s more than that. From all that you’ve learned about him through Jack and Luke, and the easy conversation that has flowed between the two of you from the moment you first spoke to him in the hallway, you can’t lie to yourself and say you’re not drawn to the Swiss captain.

Your mind circles back to the idea of wearing his jersey this weekend and what Jack and Luke will think. What if you seriously hurt their feelings? What if it affects how they play because they’re mad at you? What if they ignore you the whole game? You know the two brothers love you, but you also know how petty they can both be when mad.

“Stop overthinking it. I can see you getting lost up in that head of yours. It’s a harmless joke. They’re not going to freak out on the ice or anything. And if they do, I’m in more danger than you are,” Nico reassures you, pulling you from your thoughts.

“You better at least score a goal if I’m risking being homeless for you,” you tell him, looking back up at his face.

“How about I do you one better. If you promise to wear my jersey, I’ll score a hatty for your first ever New Jersey Devils hockey experience,” Nico offers, his eyes flashing with something you assume is delight at a challenge.

“Well then you better work on your slapshot tomorrow morning, Captain. I’ll be holding you to that Saturday night,” you take the bait, knowing how difficult a hat trick is to pull off.

“No need, I know I’ll have the right motivation night of to get it done,” he winks at you, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. “And if I don’t, consider it your IOU for that extravagant request you might need one day,” He responds, crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders, the nonchalance of his body language making you hope for his failure, just so you can think of some ridiculous task for him to perform.

“Thanks for the heads up, I’ll get right to brainstorming,” you respond, trying to prevent your thoughts from spiraling yet again.

Nico lets out a small laugh, standing up straight and placing his hand on the handle of his door. “Think hard. Let me know what you come up with. Have a good night, Bouy, see you Saturday.” He shuts the door before you can berate him for using the nickname you hate.

You walk back into your apartment, door shutting behind you, going straight to your room to hide the jersey before either of the boys see it. You think back on the entire interaction, a smile on your face at the possibility of being able to have Nico do anything you ask him. As you’re walking past the kitchen you hear Jack’s voice.

“Luke, am I stupid or did Y/N call me stupid earlier?” he recalls your earlier comment about him being ‘just a pretty face’.

“Think about how you worded the first part of your question and you’ll have your answer,” you hear Luke respond as you make it past the kitchen unnoticed, making you stifle a giggle so you won’t be discovered.

Oh how you loved being back with your boys.

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pregulator · 22 days ago

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imagine a dad with a tboy son who has always helped him feel better when he's had periods by letting him rest under a heat pad and freshly dryer-fluffed blankets, brewing hot tea and cocoa for him, bringing him midol and tylenol when he needs it, and taking the time to make him feel affirmed even when the menstruation dysphoria kicks in...

and when he gets older, his sex-positive dad starts encouraging him to consider masturbating, whether he's on his period or not, telling him, "you know, it improves your pelvic health, orgasms are very good for your heart health, it can help you fall asleep, it can provide stress relief," and going on and on about the objective health benefits and how it can put his son in touch with his developing teen body... and, for a while, his son always reacts with embarrassment, saying, "ew! augh, dad, no! that's so gross! yuck, no way!" and his dad drops the topic, for the most part, only bringing it up again on occasion, when it's germane to conversations about sexual health...

and, one day, while picking up a few boxes of tampons at the local walmart, dad takes his son on a little detour through the pharmacy aisles and shows him a selection of vibrating dildos... and his son goes red in the face and won't stop looking around, up and down the aisle, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and holding it to keep his face hidden from other shoppers while his dad keeps telling him, in such a matter-of-fact tone, "actually, penetrative masturbation with toys like these is excellent for soothing menstrual cramps," all while his son keeps whispering for his dad to put each toy back as he grabs them off the display hooks to look at the product details on the back sides of the packaging... and, despite his son's protesting and embarrassment, dad puts a small bullet vibrator and a modest six-inch vibrating dildo toy into the shopping basket before walking to the express checkout lane, telling his son he's getting them "just in case you ever want to use them..."

and then dad starts letting himself out of the house a little more often, hoping to give his son at least a couple hours of alone time every once in a while so that he can give it an earnest try, especially since having stored the vibrators in the bathroom, where they're just as innocuous and easy-to-find as the hairbrushes or the toothpaste... and his son does give it a try, sometimes using the bullet vibrator on himself before taking a shower, only to frantically clean and dry it before putting it back, perfectly in its place... until, one day, he takes it to his bedroom and uses it to bring himself to his first real orgasm, which quickly puts him to sleep...

and then his dad comes home that afternoon, while his son is still sleeping through his post-orgasm nap... and he goes to the bathroom, curiously checking the drawer to find the little vibrator missing, immediately pleased to know that his son is finally experimenting... and he doesn't do anything or say anything, not wanting to scare his son into retreating and repressing his needs and desires...

and then one day, the forgetful sometimes-presence of the little vibrator in the drawer under the bathroom counter after son's masturbation sessions morphs into a clearly conscious choice to keep it in his room, in the drawer of his bedside nightstand... and dad starts thinking that maybe his son isn't interested in the six inch vibrating dildo, putting it aside somewhere safe to keep it from gathering any dust in the drawer...

and then, during a period, sometime later on, as the months pass, dad looks up from working from home at his laptop while sitting on the couch and notices his son is standing at the doorway of the den with a nervous look on his flushed-red face... and dad asks his son, "kiddo, what's the matter? are you feeling sick?" to which his son replies, asking, "dad, do you know where the, uh, the... the longer vibrator is?" reluctantly and quietly... and dad sets his work aside, telling him, "of course," and then, speculatively, "are you having some bad period cramps?" with his son nodding slowly in response... so dad fetches the vibrating dildo for him and offers to show him how to use it, but his son is far too embarrassed, already, and shuts his bedroom door before his daddy can ask again...

and then his son finally starts hormone replacement therapy, spreading t-gel on his arms once a week... (dad had offered to help him with shots, since needles had always intimidated him, but he wants to do it himself)... and, as son's changes begin to develop, dad notices he spends a lot more time to himself in his room... and that's when dad starts checking in on his son, knocking on his closed bedroom door a few times before opening it, always accidentally walking in on him in the middle of masturbating, always backing out and closing the door when his son yells, "augh, dad! don't come in here! leave me alone! i just want to be by myself right now!" while the telltale hum of a muffled vibrator is going off against his pussy from under the covers...

and then, one day, dad is working at the kitchen table when his son comes in and sits down with a snack, slowly eating it like he's simply killing time while he watches his dad dutifully type away on the keyboard of his laptop and read over a packet of papers... and, when his dad realizes his son has lingered there long after he's finished snacking, he looks up from his work and asks, "what's up, kiddo?" only for his son to go red in the face and clear his throat a little, trying to act natural... and then his son says, "the... uh... big vibrator stopped working," furiously blushing, at this point... and then his dad says, "oh no... sorry to hear that, bud... maybe i can pick one up the next time i go out, does that sound like a plan?" but, despite the prompt and casual response, his son still looks uncomfortable... and then his son asks, "could... you... help me a little... sooner than that?" to which his dad says, "well, sure, kiddo, but it might have to wait until i'm finished with work for today, is that alright?"

but his son still looks a little uneasy, shifting in the dining room chair, pressing his legs together under the table, then asking, "okay, dad, but... i was... kind of thinking... that maybe you could, uh, show me... something a little more... advanced? or, you know... hands-on?" while looking away from his dad, his eyes darting back and forth between making eye-contact... and his dad seems to think about it, catching his meaning... or, rather, assuming it... replying, to confirm, "you mean... you want to try intercourse?" and, after a long silence, his son, still clearly more embarrassed than he's ever been in his life, slowly nods to answer his dad, looking down at the table and occasionally glancing back up...

and dad takes the time to consider it, despite already knowing his answer... which surprises his son, though not all that much, when he says, "sure, but i'll need you to give me five minutes to wrap up before taking a break... think you can go to your room and get ready for me like you usually get ready on yourself?" and he says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to be saying, agreeing to a proposition with his trans teen son, but his son hastily nods and gets up from the table, walking to his room, fast, and leaving the door open ajar as he pushes it behind him...

and then dad, true to his word, takes a few minutes to finish his work before shutting the lid of his laptop and getting up to head toward his son's bedroom, slowly pushing the door back open as he enters the threshold, looking down at his son lying down over the covers, his shorts and boxers kicked off and onto the floor, socks still covering his feet, still wearing a t-shirt and hoodie over his torso, his legs pressed together and bent to hide himself, anxiously waiting for his dad... and his dad smiles warmly at him, undoing the fastening on his chinos as he starts to undress, sitting down on the bed next to his son's hot, half-naked body...

and he slowly reaches up to part his son's knees from the side, telling him to "just relax, honey," running his hand up and down the inside of his son's thighs to coax them apart, dipping down into the valley of his legs to gently stroke his son's growing t-dick amidst the lush bush he's grown atop his pubic mound... and dad tells him how good he looks, remarking "oh, look how much hair you've grown down here... and your cock is already getting kind of big."

and dad keeps an eye on his son, who has one hand at his forehead, gripping at his hair, while the other is resting against one side of his chest, groping at himself through the thick fabric of his hoodie... and dad tells him, "feeling okay, kiddo? want to take that sweatshirt off? you're looking a little over-heated," and helps his son sit up in bed to disrobe, the sweatshirt being discarded off the side of the bed, son not even waiting before casting his t-shirt aside, too, totally nude aside from his socks... but dad doesn't need those out of the way, so they can stay on... and, soon, dad returns to rubbing the outside of his son's front hole, venturing to dip a finger inside, which makes his son finally moan nice and long... and dad asks, "does that feel good, bud?" to which his son can hardly respond in words, slowly nodding his head while his eyes drift shut, his breathing growing heavy...

and dad keeps going, gently fingering his son, fingers now slowly pushing in and out, getting him used to the intrusion and the rhythm... after all, even if he had used a dildo many times before, by now, it wasn't as though his hot teen cunt wasn't still young and tight, still getting used to penetration...

and, as dad continues stimulating him, he comments on how wet he is... how engorged his t-dick is... saying, "you've gotten so wet for me, huh? and your cock is even getting hard," to which his son can only moan and whine things like "mm... dad..." and "oh... fuck... dad," between panting breaths... and dad keeps going, his own dick stiffening and tenting in his boxer briefs... until his son's hands find their way to dad's forearm, squeezing it a little... and dad asks, "want to stop, baby?" and his son shakes his head against, looking up at his dad to say, "no... keep going... i... i need you."

and dad, wanting more, asks, "need me how, bud?" and his son bites his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before answering, "i... need you inside me..." and his dad's brows raise, dad looking surprised but pleased... and dad asks, to be certain, "you want my cock inside you, kiddo?" and his son nods his head eagerly, his inhibitions lost now as dad gets up from the bed and sheds his underwear, getting back onto the mattress and positioning himself between his son's legs which, right now, are spread open, almost impatiently, as he stares down at his dad's crotch, at the long dick that bounces gently over his thick, swollen balls... and his jaw falls a little, as if the head had hypnotized him...

and his dad chuckles a little, watching his son's lust-addled expression as he grabs hold of his own cock and strokes it, the meatus leaking precum which dribbles down over his dad's knuckles on each downstroke, down onto the cover of his duvet... and then dad lightly pets the insides of his son's thighs again, lowering himself until the head of his cock meets the foreskin-covered head of his son's cock, rubbing himself up and down his slit...

and dad looks at his son's face as his son stares back at him, mouth still hanging open, as he aligns himself with his son's front hole and starts opening him up with his uncovered shaft... and dad's dick feels like it's stuffing him tight... centimeter by centimeter, filling him up full...

and son's hands go to his chest, kneading and squeezing and tugging on himself, breathing hitching as dad bottoms out inside of his cunt... and then dad begins pulling his cock out... slowly... letting his son feel himself empty before easily slipping back in, taking his son's moans as encouragement as he sheaths himself again, fully inside his son's hot cock sleeve of a channel... wet and hot and clenching...

and dad goes slow, at first, like when he's given his son back scratches or shoulder rubs before... and dad cups his son's hip with one hand as he leans forward on the other hand, which is flat against the covers of his boy's bed, the motion of his hips picking up speed the longer he goes, in and out, fucking him... dad is fucking him... and his son moans, loudly, "ohh, fuck, dad!"

and dad can feel his boy's cunt squeezing him, drawing him in, wanting to lock him there each time he thrusts inside, saying, "good job, baby boy... you like taking daddy's cock inside you? okay, kiddo... just relax... just enjoy..." as he thrusts...

and when his bare cock feels his son chasing his own orgasm, he picks up the pace, driving himself harder and faster into his boy's cunt, listening as his moans devolve quickly into unintelligible vocalizations...

and then, suddenly, his son tightens around his cock, the walls of his soaking wet channel spasming around him... and dad can't hold back...

and dad announces, "good boy, you want my cum? baby, do you want my cum inside you, too?" to which his son frantically nods, and dad can feel him grip his cock even harder at that...

always quick to please, he thrusts deep and fast as his son is letting himself be lost in the throes of a hard orgasm, the moans and exclamations tumbling out of his mouth each time he almost ruts against his baby boy's cervix, going, "god! fuck, dad, fuck me! oh god, fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! aah, dad!"

and his dad, determined, lets his hips snap against his son's groin with each thrust inside of him, letting his own orgasm erupt with a grunt, his semen shooting against his son's hot insides, his thrusts fast and pistoning out of time before he simply stops, dad's legs relaxing in the furrow of his son's...

and his son feels the innermost part of himself bathed in his dad's cum... and he shudders, his body trembling already in post-coital bliss...

"oh, dad," he moans, "can we... can we do that again?"

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angellesword · 6 months ago

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Baggage l JJK (01)

Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.

But one drunken night changes everything.

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.

Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burn—really slow burn, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, OC cusses excessively so watch out

Pairing: dad!Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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You know it's New Year's Eve when people flock to Incheon's Chinatown. Some were rushing to buy gifts for their families and friends, while others ate in a fancy restaurant or watched fireworks and the famous lion dance.

As for Jungkook, he knew it was New Year's Eve when he could earn double.

"I said I don't want to take a picture!" The loud wail of a little girl could be heard through the vast street of Chinatown. Many shoppers looked at the kid and her father with disdain. The child was crying hard, yet her father simply laughed it off, urging the child to take a picture with Jungkook or, rather, with Ronald McDonald.

Jungkook was wearing the infamous mascot costume of that red-haired clown of McDonald's.

"Come on, Wonyoung-ah. Just one picture, please?" Seokjin, the child's father, batted his eyelashes, acting cute. It worked on his partner Namjoon. Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect on Wonyoung.

"No! He's so ugly and scary!" Wonyoung stole a glance at Jungkook. The mascot looked so hideous that Wonyoung couldn't help but throw her ice cream at Jungkook.

"Wonyoung." Namjoon, who had been quiet all this time, grimaced when he saw Jungkook stilled—as if the ice cream that hit his chest also froze his heart.

Namjoon usually tolerated the young girl's brattiness, but seeing that Wonyoung crossed the line and even hurt someone older than her, Namjoon couldn't help but scold his daughter.

"Apologize to him." Namjoon tilted Wonyoung's shoulder, compelling her to face Jungkook, who was still rooted to the ground.

Jungkook had never liked kids. He thought they were annoying and full of shit. What happened today totally embarrassed him. Not to mention, many people witnessed the jarring scene.

"I don't want to! Why don't you listen to me! He's a bad clown! He scares people!" Wonyoung refused to look at the mascot. Honestly, Jungkook couldn't refute the kid's reason. He, too, was aware of how ridiculous he looked. Most of his co-workers went on vacation leave. No one was around to help him apply his Ronald McDonald makeup. He had to do it himself.

Jungkook had no talent when it came to makeup. He had accidentally put on too much white face paint—even his manager laughed at him. But despite feeling helpless, he still swallowed his pride and went out to entertain customers. It's just for one night. Someone who needed money to survive couldn't be picky with the little opportunity available.

Not everyone was lucky enough to throw away food like it was nothing. Wonyoung was a young heiress; throwing ice cream at Jungkook was considered throwing tantrums and not wasting food. They had money. They could buy people's silence.

That's precisely what happened. Namjoon was hellbent on making his daughter apologize, and after a long time of coaxing, Wonyoung finally (although reluctantly) managed to say she was sorry.

Namjoon apologized on behalf of his child, too. Conversely, Seokjin gave Jungkook some hush money after promising to 'discipline' Wonyoung at home.

Jungkook could only nod, once again forced to swallow his pride and accept the money offered to him. Poor people like him didn't only have fewer opportunities; they had no self-preservation either. He endured long hours of smiling as kids cried seeing his face. The brave ones were a little easy to deal with. They only clung to his legs, asking their guardians to take more pictures with him.

It was already late at night when the last customer bid him goodbye. Jungkook was exhausted; the cold winter wind made his body shiver. He was itching to go home.

"What happened to your costume?" The manager who laughed at Jungkook earlier couldn't laugh anymore, not when he knew it would cost the restaurant money to clean off the stain.

The chocolate ice cream thrown by Wonyoung heavily stained the costume. Jungkook explained what happened. Unfortunately, the manager only shook his head.

"Nope, that can't be. It's your fault you didn't dodge. I'm gonna have to deduct the laundry fee from your salary."

Jungkook's hands balled into fists when he heard about the salary deduction. There was ringing in his ears, and as if that wasn't cruel enough, the manager added, "I'm not going to double your payment this day. Half of it goes to dry cleaning."

The strong urge to grab the manager's collar and slam him on the wall made Jungkook's hands twitch. Who even dry-cleans a fucking mascot costume? A whirlpool of profanities at the bottom of his heart threatened to swallow him whole. Jungkook wished he could just disappear from this world.

Logic sided with him in the end, though. Jungkook needed a job. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to because if he did, where would that leave those people to whom he owed money? He couldn't escape his responsibilities. Yes, it would be satisfying to smack the hell out of his manager, but after all that gratifying feeling came the consequences: he would lose his only source of income, face a civil case, and be forced to look for a new job.

The last one was the hardest thing to do. No one would want to hire someone like Jungkook. He was a failure, and almost all business industries knew about it.

For the third time tonight, Jungkook swallowed his pride. He held the crook of his manager's elbow and beamed, "Manager Bang, have mercy on your poor employee, would you? You promised to pay me double today."

Jungkook struggled to steady his voice. He swore he never cried, not even when losing millions of assets. But things were different now. Back then, he lost everything because of his own decisions. But today's case was different. He didn't ask any of this. He didn't ask that stupid brat to throw ice cream on him. None of these was his choice...because sadly, he only had one choice:

It was to beg.

"Please? I-I need money. I need to..." Jungkook choked on his bitter spit. He shook his head. Never mind his needs, never mind his reason. It wasn't like others cared. He could only compromise, "What if I wash the costume instead? You don't have to pay at all."

Jungkook was so passionate about his proposal. He kept spouting nonsense. It was a pity, really. Even his manager couldn't bear looking at his face. It was such a cringe-worthy juxtaposition to see a happy clown almost crying.

"Okay, fine!" The manager cut Jungkook off. He had never seen someone desperately beg for money. It made him uncomfortable. "Do whatever you want. Just get out of my sight."

The manager shuddered again, but Jungkook smiled, almost kowtowing as he received his compensation.

"Thank you, Manager Bang!" Jungkook smiled at his manager before finally leaving the food chain. He didn't change his outfit, realizing that things were better off like this. It was winter, and he had no money to buy coats and boots. He had to make do with this clown costume.

With little compensation in hand, Jungkook walked around Chinatown, spending his transportation fee on food instead.

It was New Year's Eve, after all. He felt like he at least deserved to eat something delicious. Jungkook originally wanted to buy crabs but could only afford five sticks of chicken skewers and a bottle of the cheapest soju.

Jungkook had low alcohol tolerance. It had been many years since he last drank, and the consequences of that night had been awful—so awful he decided to never drink again.

Tonight was the only night he'd break his promise. It was New Year's Eve. He had no one by his side; he could only rely on alcohol to give him warmth.

As expected, Jungkook's vision doubled after just a few sips of soju. He couldn't stop drinking, though. The alcohol burned his throat and stomach, but it was nothing compared to his bitterness as he looked at the building before him.

The Bighit building.

Out of hundreds of restaurants and food stalls in Incheon, Jungkook had no idea why he chose to dine in a place where he would have a clear view of Bighit. He did so well trying to avoid going to this part of the city for years, so what changed tonight? Was the embarrassment he experienced earlier not enough?

Did he need to be reminded of the pain and humiliation he went through at the Bighit back then?

Or was it because he missed someone?

Jungkook's heart throbbed just thinking about that someone. It had been long since they last saw each other. Things had changed already. Take Bighit as an example. It was called HYBE now.

Some people left, including him. But some things never changed. The building was still as magnificent as ever.

Jungkook felt nostalgic. He couldn't stop himself from walking toward HYBE. Years ago, he could go in and out of this building as he pleased.

Everyone would bow down and smile at him. What a pity that he could only stare at the façade of this company now.

Jungkook wasn't the same man years ago, but the alcohol clouded his mind. He felt as if nothing had changed. He thought he could stand outside the building, smiling like an idiot as he waved at an angry girl leaning against her car, a frown decorating her lips while rolling her eyes.

Jungkook smiled despite himself. How shameless of him to think about that girl? To think that he could drink alcohol and pretend like he could turn back time?

Oh, how he wished he could turn back time. He would do anything to see that girl roll her eyes again, to hear her scream one more time.

Jungkook laughed bitterly.

He missed the girl.

The snowflakes fell, followed by tears falling from his eyes. The tears he thought had frozen over time.

And then he heard the sound of the fireworks before seeing it illuminate the dark sky.

It's New Year.

He heard the sound of her voice before seeing her face-to-face.

"Jungkook."

The fireworks enveloped his ears, but it was nothing compared to his loud heartbeat.

Jungkook looked at the person who had just uttered his name.

Did time really freeze? Was this some kind of New Year miracle?

Or was the alcohol still messing with his brain, making him believe that he was still the Jungkook from the past? The Jungkook could see the girl, also known as you, any time he wanted.

Jungkook blinked, chuckling.

It was absurd.

How drunk was he to see your car again parked in front of Bighit?

Jungkook was drunk, but the image in front of him wasn't a fragment of his imagination.

You were really here to pick Jungkook up.

Just like before.

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NEW JJK ONESHOT HERE

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This fic is originally a soukoku fic which I'm posting/revamping as a JJK one (I don't know, man. I feel like I have to change the characters to eradicate my writer's block. This fic has been on hiatus for many years. This will probably have 8 chapters in total. (I've written 4/8 already, so stay tuned!) This is also for those few readers who never fail to message me, asking if I will be writing more JJK fics. Here you go, I guess? Hehehe

I appreciate COMMENTS the most <33 I love you, guys. Thanks for reading.

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munsonsmixtapes · 3 months ago

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For your filthy requests, first time using handcuffs with Eddie 💜

yup yup!

dom!Eddie x shy!fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (f receiving) fingering, use of handcuffs, finger sucking

To say that your sex life with Eddie was boring was and overstatement. It wasn't so much boring as it was a little vanilla. Not to say it wasn't good, but you were in the mood to spice it up. He had been your first and only and now that you were getting more comfortable with him, you were looking for ways to make it more interesting.

But as much as you were looking to explore the different ways the two of you could fuck, you were also kind of afraid. There was a whole other world out there and you were a little scared to try something new.

Eddie, to no surprise was very excited once you told him what you had wanted to do. The only reason why he had kept the sex very basic was because of you. He wanted you to be comfortable, perfectly fine with taking things slow. But now that you told him you were looking to get a little more kinky, he couldn't have been more happy to show you all of his tricks.

So, in order for the two of you to figure it all out, he decided to take you to a sex shop. He had been a few times, but had never had the guts to buy anything. He felt weird and awkward just being there, but seeing you so fascinated by everything made him feel a bit better.

He walked in with so much confidence, which didn't surprise you because he was a frequent shopper there. The man was a freak to say the least and you knew that much going into your relationship. He already owned a ton of things he could have used, but wanted for you to have something for yourself, whether he had it or not.

And you hadn't even stepped foot in one before. Eddie was sure of it, had even asked you as much. You didn't know the purpose of the majority of it, but it still intrigued you. All of the gadgets meant for self pleasure. You didn't even know that that many things were made with the intention of being inserted.

Sure, you had used a vibrator, but only once. It was an odd sensation, the buzzing felt very strange being in that part of your body so you tossed it into your drawer and never touched it again. Your fingers did the trick just fine.

You stepped further inside, Eddie pulling you along and you were grateful that he couldn't see the blush on your face. Going to a sex shop by yourself was one thing, but with your boyfriend was another. If you ended up buying anything, you'd have to take it to the counter and then the cashier would not only know what kind of kinks the two of you were into, but also what you were going to get up to that afternoon.

There was something on the wall that caught your eye, though. A pair of fuzzy, red handcuffs that were hanging amongst a bunch of other pairs along the walls at the back of the shop. You slowly reached out and plucked the pair closest to you from the hook and held them in your hands, deciding that those were what you wanted to go with.

Eddie eyed you, wondering what was going through your head as you stared down at the handcuffs, noticing that you were almost embarrassed to be holding them. He took them from you and shamelessly walked up to the counter, slapping them down onto it with a loud clank.

He smiled at the cashier who didn't seem to care in the slightest about what you were buying, which eased your nervousness. They typed something into the register and scanned the handcuffs and put them in the bag before telling you the total. You reached for your wallet, but Eddie was already putting his card into the machine before you could get to yours.

Your cheeks went hot as the bag was held out to you, but Eddie took, thanking the employee before taking your hand and pulling you out of the store. You got into his van, staring down at the bag that was now sitting between the two of you, the bright red color seeping through the thin plastic. He was going to use them on you. At least, that was your assumption since you weren't exactly comfortable using them on him yet. Maybe next time.

Eddie pulled up to your house and pulled you to the door, very much looking forward to using the new toy, and also very grateful that your roommates weren't home so the two of you could be as loud as you wanted.

You followed him up the stairs to your room, feeling your heart race in your chest as the door slammed behind you. You were nervous, but also excited, wanting to finally see Eddie's dominate, kinky side. The side he had been hesitant to show you when you first got together, but now you were both ready.

"Do whatever you want," you told him, stepping closer as he dropping the bag onto the bed. "Tell me what to do. Use me." He never thought he'd hear his shy girl utter those words, but he was loving it, eating up that you were ever only going to be this way just for him.

"Let's talk first," he said, taking your hands in his. "You're free to back out at any time. If you don't like it, tell me and we can stop. I won't be mad at you. This is for both of us. Yeah, I'll be taking the reigns, but that doesn't mean you have to listen to me when I tell you to do something you don't want to do." You had heard him say some iteration of those words many times, but you appreciated that he was repeating himself, emphasizing that your comfort was important to him.

"I understand, Eddie," you nodded and could see his eyes going dark, the gears that were turning in his head as looked down at you. His tongue ran over his bottom lip before he took it into his mouth. He was so hot that it was unfair.

He pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips then pulled away slowly, trying to hold back a smile as you tried to chase his lips. He stood there arms crossed over his chest as his eyes raked over your body. You hadn't even gotten undressed and already felt naked from his stare.

"Strip for me," he said, his tone authoritative and you were wondering why you found it so hot to be bossed around. You did as you were told, moving your hands up your skirt-the one he had insisted that you wear because he loved seeing how it hugged your hips, making your ass look absolutely incredible. "Slowly."

You grabbed hold of the thong you had worn just for him and gingerly pulled at the waistband, pulling it down as slowly as you could, trying your best to put on a flirty look.

Eddie was trying to keep his cool but he was already losing it, wanting to see your naked body even though he had seen it so many times that he could memorize every inch, every curve, every single mark. He was going to cum in his pants just from watching you strip. He knew it.

The thong dropped to the floor and you picked them up before making your way over to him. You pressed yourself against him, your lips finding his as you slid your tongue into his mouth, slipping the thong into his back pocket. Just as he was about to respond to your kiss, you pulled away, moving back to where you were standing to continue from where you left off.

Your eyes bored into his as you reached up and slid down the zipper on the side of your skirt, pushing it down and letting it pool at your feet, giving Eddie a full view of your naked bottom half. He felt himself salivate as he thought about burying his face into your cunt, licking and sucking up every last bit of your slick, wanting to taste you. He wanted to do it so slowly, to not only savor the flavor, but to also hear you whine, to beg for him, your loud cries as you asked him to move faster.

You were getting wetter by the second as you removed your top, seeing the way that he was looking at you, as if he wanted to absolutely devour you. And you’d let him. You’d let him do anything he wanted to you. That was how much power he had over you and you were perfectly happy giving that role to him.

“Fuck,” he rasped, stepping close to you, wanting to touch you, but wanting to let you finish stripping even more. He restrained himself as you reached for your bra, unclasping it as slowly as you could, wanting him to wait even longer, seeing how close he was and you hadn’t even done anything yet. You undid each clasp one by one, watching his eyes getting even darker as you did so. The bra was then tossed to the floor, you now standing there, fully naked.

Eddie stepped forward, taking your naked body in your hands as he pressed you to him, his lips finding yours in a messy kiss. His hands roamed over every inch of skin he could find, not even searching for anything, but just wanting to feel you. His hands found your ass, resting there gently as he slid his tongue into your mouth, letting it roam around lazily as he gave it a squeeze, trying to hold back a laugh as you gasped into your mouth.

“Now you undress me,” he said, taking your hands and guiding them to his shirt. He pulled away and let you take his shirt off, throwing it to the side as you took in his tattoos, the ones you knew so well that you could have drawn them from memory. “Take your time,” he instructed, his voice softer, more flirty. “I know you like to check me out.” And you did. Probably more than he liked to do to you.

You then went to his jeans, already seeing his rock hard cock tenting in them. You unbuttoned them and slowly moved the zipper down, pushing them down his legs until they fell to his ankles. He kicked them to the side then let you take off his boxers, his cock springing free as you did so. As soon as he was also naked, the dark look in his eyes took over again.

“On the bed,” he said, retrieving the handcuffs from the bag. You did as you were asked and got onto the mattress, waiting for further instruction. “Back against the headboard.” You moved to where you were against the headboard, wincing at the cold metal against your back.

Eddie followed you, unlocking the handcuffs then crawling towards you, stopping when he was at your side. He looped the chain behind one of the metal bars then took both of your wrists, locking them above your head. He then grabbed hold of your chin, titling your head up to look at him, feeling his dick harder even more as he saw your eyes cloud with lust.

“Gonna be a good girl for me, hm?” He asked and you nodded. “Use your words.”

“I will.” He loved how obedient you were, how he only had to say the words once for you to comply. Doing this kind of thing with you was definitely going to be fun.

“You’ll what?” He asked, his face getting closer to yours, his hot breath fanning your face.

“I’ll be a good girl.” That sentence shouldn’t have made him as hard as it did. Hearing you say the words did something to him that he couldn’t explain.

“Good,” he nodded in approval before pressing a featherlight kiss to your lips. “I think you deserve a treat for that.” He pressed another kiss then moved his way down your body, sucking on several spots until he got to the spot right above your cunt.

“Spread your legs for me,” he said and you did, giving him a great view of your sopping wet cunt. “Look at you,” he chuckled, “already wet for me and we haven’t done anything yet.”

Eddie lowered himself onto the bed, taking each of your legs and draping them over his shoulders so he had more access to you. It was something you were used to, the only difference being that you weren’t going to be able to grab onto his hair the way you liked to.

Without warning, he shoved his face into your cunt, his nose brushing it, causing you to gasp, just like you did every time. He got to work quickly, sucking on your clit, taking his time, not feeling like he needed to rush like usual. He swirled his tongue around the spot and you let out a whine, music to Eddie’s ears.

He continued, working on that one spot for now, wanting you to beg for the rest. He knew he said that you deserved a treat, but now he wanted you to work for it. You began to squirm, making it harder for Eddie to continue, he tried, but just when he’d find the spot again, you’d move out of his way. He grabbed hold of your thighs to hold you steady before pulling away from you, just enough to look you in the eyes.

“Needy tonight are we?” He asked. “Gonna have to beg for me, baby girl.”

“Eddie,” you whined and raised his hand to where you could see it, moving his fingers back and forth as if to ask for more. “Eddie, please,” you begged and he felt like he needed just a little more.

“Need you so bad.” You were desperate now and that was just what he needed to continue. He grabbed your legs and put them back over his legs, getting back into position. His face found its way into your cunt once again and he went back to your clit, mouthing at it with his lips, teasing you before going in for a suck.

Eddie flicked his tongue back and forth as he continued to suck, wanting to taste you as much as possible, never being able to get enough of you. He then moved down to your slit, tonguing it languidly, wanting to take his time, wanting to give you the best head of your life.

You let out a loud moan and he loved how he could get you off with barely any effort. That he had just started and you were already being so loud, so enthusiastic about what he was doing to you. That was one thing he always loved about being intimate with you. That no matter what you were doing, you always just seemed to be happy to be there.

He pulled away briefly to give his mouth a break and inserted his fingers, an even louder moan escaping your mouth. He pumped in and out slowly, watching your every move. The only thing he enjoyed more than eating you out was watching you get off, seeing just how crazy he made you, how he knew exactly what you liked and how to get you there.

“If you think this is good,” he said, moving further up the bed, leaning over you so that his lips were right by your ear. “Just think about what it’ll feel like when I'm inside you. I’m going to fuck you until you until you can’t walk. I want you to scream my name as loud as you can, letting the whole neighborhood know exactly who owns you.”

Your eyes widened at his words. You knew he had a mouth on him, but he had never been that filthy with you, not until now. And you liked it, hoping that now that you had reached this point in your relationship that he would continue to speak to you that way.

“Now give me some sugar, sugar.” With his other hand, he cupped your cheek, leaning down to press his lips yours, his fingers still fucking you as he did so. The whole thing was so overstimulating, but there was no way in hell that you were going to ask him to stop.

His lips moved with yours seamlessly as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, the movement never ceasing. He deepened the kiss by dipping his tongue into your mouth, letting it swirl around, just as he curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot to make you orgasm.

You screamed into his mouth and Eddie was quick to swallow it, letting it die on his lips as he continued to kiss you, removing his fingers from you before pulling away, letting you come down from your climax.

He watched you, seeing how you were staring at his fingers that were covered in your slick and he looked from you to his fingers, an idea popping into his head. He scooted closer to you so that he was right next to you, hovering his fingers over your face.

“Want a taste, sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes,” was all you were able to say and he brought his fingers closer to your mouth.

“Open up.” You did as he asked and he slid his fingers inside, his eyes glazing over as he watched your mouth close around them. “Now suck.” You sucked on his fingers, so focused on him that you weren’t even paying attention to how it tasted. His eyes were the darkest they had ever been, his pupils blown so wide that they almost looked black with a small ring of brown around them.

You swirled your tongue around his digits and Eddie let a whimper pass his lips as he watched you closed your eyes, clearly enjoying what you were doing. Before he could get too into it, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, causing your eyes to flutter open, staring back at him so innocently as if you hadn’t just done something so filthy.

Eddie then climbed off the bed to retrieve a condom from the bedside table, opening it quickly and rolling it onto his cock. He was already leaking and he needed to fuck you right then your he wasn’t going to make it.

He slowly inserted himself inside you, grabbing onto your hips as he did so. He began to thrust slowly, wanting you to bed for his cock even more. He had done this previously, but now he was in the mood to be even more of a tease than he had in the past. He paused and looked up at you, that damn shit-eating grin making its way upon his lips.

You looked at him with that fire in your eyes, that look that always made you look so damn irresistible. With your kiss bitten lips and how fucked out you already looked. God, he was so in love with you and he didn’t even have to try.

“Gotta beg, sweetheart,” he said, still smiling down at you.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me-”

“You’ll do what? In case you forgot, your hands are literally tied.” A chuckle fell from his lips before he ran his bottom lip over them. He then continued to thrust, moving at a very slow pace, still trying to get you to beg for him.

“Eddie, please,” you whined again and that seemed to do the trick because he pounded into you, causing you to let out another loud moan. He continued, harder and faster, wanting to see how many times he could make you cum in a short span of time. Seeing the look on your face, it seemed that you were already very close

“That’s it, baby girl,” he cooed. “Just like that. Taking me so well.” His motions got even faster and harder, his hips bucking against you and because of how rough he was being, you could have sworn that he was going to split you open. Not that you cared. You would have let Eddie do whatever he damn well pleased.

“I think I’m gonna-” Your sentence was cut off by you reaching your orgasm, his name falling from your lips in the form of a scream. That had to be a record for the fastest he had ever been able to get you there. Eddie’s movements continued, though, still trying to set the record, wanting you to cum over and over again until you were absolutely fucked out. Seeing the way the sweat was rolling down your body, it seemed that you were already halfway there.

Your legs were like jello and you were already feeling a little pain from the handcuffs, but you didn’t want to stop. You were into it just as much as Eddie was, wanting him to keep going as long as you both still had the stamina. He kept fucking into you, keeping up his pace, seeing that you were on the edge of yet another orgasm.

“Got one more in you, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice soft now.

“One more,” you slurred, suddenly feeling more tired than you did just a moment ago. He hit just the right spot for one more orgasm to rip through you, your back arching as the scream left your mouth. Eddie then slowed his pace until he came to a complete stop. He then pulled out and disposed of the condom before grabbing a towel to clean the two of you up.

Once you were all set, he grabbed the key that came with the handcuffs and unlocked them, releasing your wrists from them. He then put them along with the key into your bedside table before pulling you into his arms, bringing his face between your tits.

“Did so good, doll,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the skin then leaning up to look you in the eyes. “Let’s get you dressed, hm?” He removed himself from the bed and made his way to your dresser to grab some pajamas for you to wear.

You tried to follow him, but as soon as your feet hit the floor, your legs gave out, causing you to almost fall to the floor, but Eddie caught you before you could. He just let out a laugh as he held onto you, helping you sit on the bed.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, alright? Let me dress you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and watched him get dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he had left there before he grabbed your favorite pajamas set. He put your arms through the sleeves and buttoned the shirt up before putting a pair of underwear on you, followed by the shorts. He then helped you into your side of the bed before getting in on the other side.

Eddie pulled you to his chest, pressing multiple kisses to your lips as your eyes fluttered closed because of how tired you were. His hands lazily ran up and down your back as he murmured sweet nothings against your lips, pulling away when he realized that you had fallen asleep.

“Next time, you can handcuff me,” he said as he rested his chin on top of your forehead.

“Good,” you nodded, snuggling further into his chest. “Because you’ve been a bad boy.” Eddie just laughed at that, knowing that you were right and let you fall asleep as his hands still moved up and down your back, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have you.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #dom!eddie

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ersatz-ostrich · 3 months ago

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DBH Headcanons: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Removed

Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader

Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed. Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.

[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.

Connor:

Chances are, you’ve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after

By the time the actual surgery rolls around, he’s downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op

And he’s not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything

“Don’t forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.” “Y/N, you can’t have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.” “Y/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.”

When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you don’t remember a lick of what either of you said)

I’d say he’s a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type

He’d buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels

Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while he’s checking out the soup aisle

“That’s not a domestic android I’ve ever seen…”

He’s definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds

Makes sure you’re regularly irrigating the wounds if you need it

If you’re ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses

Nines:

As a deviant, he isn’t as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because he’s more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can

He wouldn’t hover as much as Connor but he’d definitely download information about the procedure before you go

Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder

If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb

Like he’s clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream

“Why on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?”

If you’re in pain, he’ll do everything to comfort you

Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you

He doesn’t seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but he’s such a softy

Markus:

This obviously isn’t his first rodeo

If you’re scared going into the surgery, he’s with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep

Cruises through post-op no matter what state you’re in due to the sedative

At home, he’s got you covered

No need to break out the cans of mush—he’s got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs you’ve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it

With Markus, you’ll never miss a dose of antibiotics

If you’re in pain, worry not

Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles

He’ll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand

Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined

Simon:

He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android

Calms your nerves going into the operation and when you’re all woozy post-op he’s right by your side

Coming out of the operation, it doesn’t matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lost—Simon’s there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs

Like Markus, you’ll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet

If the pain’s too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being

He’s a wizard with chores and errands

It’s like you never even got your wisdom teeth out

Gavin:

Would totally take off work to help you recover

Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers

“I’ve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, he’d come into work sick so long as he wasn’t actively dying,” Says Tina

“I’ve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,” Grumbles Fowler

“Hopefully he’ll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.”

Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)

I don’t see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but he’s definitely able to cook to support himself and you

Of course, he’d get you all the ice cream you want

He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it

If you wanted it, he’d cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)

To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon! Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x

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fatalintrouble · 1 month ago

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Halloween Horror Nights (P.JAY)

Synopsis -- In the midst of a thrilling Halloween night, you and your friends venture to a sprawling haunted attraction filled with eerie mazes, creepy clowns, and endless jump scares. While navigating through the maze of horrors, you keep feeling the unsettling sensation of being watched.

Pairing -- scare actor!demon!jay X f!reader wordcount -- 13.9k words warnings: vivid descriptions, predator/prey, stalker behaviour, dubcon, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, corruption

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The sun was sinking behind the rooftops, casting long shadows along the dimly lit street as you strolled with Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin. The cool autumn breeze carried the scent of crisp leaves and a tinge of excitement.. There was a buzz in the air—tonight’s horror attraction was said to be the scariest yet.

Before heading to the event, though, you all made a quick stop at the local costume store. The plan was to keep things low-key with your outfits, letting the professionals handle the real scares. But none of you could resist adding a little extra flair, just enough to get into the spirit of the night without stealing the spotlight.

Rei walked next to you, her eyes scanning the street ahead, already discussing ideas for what minimal but effective pieces would add to her costume. "I’m thinking just creepy, but not over the top."

Jeongin laughed, nudging Yujin with a grin. "Yeah, Yujin here probably just needs a mask. She’s already scary enough."

"Shut up," Yujin retorted, rolling her eyes but laughing along. "I’m keeping it classy, alright? Just something mysterious, like a dark cloak or whatever."

You chuckle, enjoying the easy banter between your friends as the neon sign of the costume store flickers into view ahead. It’s small, tucked between two larger shops, but it always has the best props. Inside, it’s even cozier—dimly lit with rows of costumes hanging from racks and shelves packed with masks, wigs, and makeup.

The bell on the door jingles as you all step inside, the smell of latex and fabric hitting your senses immediately. You scan the aisles, already trying to imagine what simple yet eerie addition you could make to your outfit. Maybe a set of vampire fangs or some glowing contacts? You catch Rei grinning as she picks up a bottle of fake blood, shaking it at Jeongin and Yujin like a silent dare.

"Alright," you say, eyeing the selection in front of you, "let’s see what we can find to give the actors a run for their money—without stealing the spotlight."

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You continued down the aisles, humming along to the soft, upbeat music playing through the store’s speakers. The gentle buzz of chatter from other shoppers mixed with the rustle of fabric as you sifted through different accessories. As you passed by the rows of costumes, you overheard a little girl pointing excitedly at a mask hanging on a nearby shelf.

"Mom, I want that!" the girl exclaimed, her finger jabbing toward a mask of a particularly terrifying horror movie character.

The mother hesitated, holding up a glittery fairy costume instead. "Are you sure, honey? What about this?"

"No! I want that!" the girl insisted, her eyes fixed on the scary mask.

With a sigh, the mother relented, pulling down the mask and handing it to the girl. "Fine…" she muttered, her voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and resignation as they headed toward the cashier.

You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at the exchange, amused by how even kids were leaning into the spooky season. Turning back to the shelves, you scanned through the rows of fake fangs, glowing contacts, and eerie accessories, trying to decide what would add just the right touch to your simple look for tonight.

Then, someone came up to stand beside you. You glanced to the side, only to quickly avert your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Fuck. He's handsome.

You looked around nervously, trying to play it cool. Across the store, Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin were deep in an argument over which ghoul-themed tops were the creepiest. You almost laughed, knowing how seriously they were taking this despite the agreement to keep it "simple."

Taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back when the guy next to you reached up and grabbed a bottle of fake blood.

"Those your friends?" he asked in a smooth voice, turning to face you.

Oh.

Up close, he was even more handsome, with sharp eyes and broad shoulders that made your heart race. You stood there for a moment, almost forgetting to respond.

"Oh! Yeah," you answered, feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seems like they’re taking that very seriously," he said, glancing over at your friends, who were now holding up ghoul tops for comparison.

"I guess so," you answered, struggling to tear your gaze away from the way his jawline seemed to catch the soft lighting.

He turned towards you and flashed a smile again. "Anyways, happy Halloween," he said, his voice smooth as he began to walk toward the cashier.

"Happy Halloween," you echoed softly, watching his back as he disappeared into the crowd of shoppers. You stood there for a moment, still reeling from the interaction, your heart beating faster than usual.

Before you could snap out of it, a sudden weight crashed into you, almost making you lose your balance. "You should be an angel!" Yujin’s excited voice pierced through your thoughts as she shoved a white dress and a pair of feathery wings into your arms.

"Angel?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face her.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her heels. "It’ll totally fit you! You’ve got the whole ethereal thing going on," she added, grinning from ear to ear. You shot her a playful glare but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face.

With a sigh, you glanced down at the angel costume in your hands, shrugging. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be perfect! We’ll all have our own spooky themes, but you can stand out in a different way,” Yujin insisted, her excitement contagious as she tugged you towards Rei and Jeongin.

"Look who I convinced!" Yujin announced triumphantly as you joined Rei and Jeongin, still holding the angel costume. Rei took one look at the white dress and wings and smirked.

"An angel, huh?" she teased, eyeing you up and down. "It’s fitting, honestly."

Jeongin, holding two equally ghoulish shirts, raised an eyebrow. "An angel? That’s unexpected. I figured you'd go for something scarier."

You shrugged, holding the dress up to your chest. "Well, I guess I’ll be the light in the darkness tonight," you joked.

Yujin beamed, clearly proud of her choice. "Exactly! You’ll be like the calming presence when the scares get too intense."

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After making your purchases, the four of you stepped out of the costume shop, laughing and chatting as the cool evening air greeted you. Jeongin tossed a casual salute your way as you all parted ways, agreeing to meet up at his house before heading to the horror attraction later.

“See you guys in a bit!” Rei called, waving as she walked off with Yujin.

You waved back before turning toward home, clutching your shopping bag close as you made your way down the dimly lit street. The sky had deepened into a dark blue, the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. You hummed softly to yourself, the soft crinkle of the bag and the occasional rustle of leaves the only sounds around you.

But then, out of nowhere, a shiver ran down your spine.

You slowed your steps, the feeling growing stronger as if someone’s eyes were on you. Stopping in your tracks, you turned around quickly, expecting to see someone following you.

The street was completely empty.

A hollow breeze stirred the leaves, but other than that, nothing. No footsteps. No distant voices. Just… quiet.

“That’s weird,” you muttered under your breath, shaking off the uneasy feeling as you turned back and kept walking.

But the sensation didn’t go away. With every few steps, the chill crept up your back again, prickling the hair on the back of your neck. Your eyes flicked toward the shadows, scanning every alley, every corner. Yet, every time you turned around, there was no one.

Just you.

Alone.

Your heart began to race, and before you knew it, your feet had picked up speed, almost without you realizing. The darkening streets blurred around you, your steps growing quicker, faster, until finally, you reached your house. You fumbled for your keys, your hands trembling slightly as you shoved the key into the lock and hurried inside.

Click.

The door closed and locked behind you.

You leaned against it, breathing heavily, your pulse loud in your ears. For a moment, you stood there, collecting yourself. The house was dark and quiet, but the sense of safety washed over you. Just to be sure, you crept to the window, pulling the curtains back slightly and peeking outside.

Nothing.

The street was empty, just like before. The only movement came from the neighbors’ black cat, perched on a fence, staring at you with its eerie green eyes. You breathed out, relieved, and stepped back from the window.

“Paranoid,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. “Just paranoid.”

You tossed your shopping bag onto your bed and flopped down, trying to shake off the lingering unease. It was probably just the thought of the horror attraction messing with your head.

Meanwhile, outside, the black cat jumped down from the fence with a soft thud, letting out a quiet meow. It rubbed itself affectionately against the leg of someone standing nearby—a tall figure, their face obscured by the hood of a dark jacket.

The figure crouched down, their gloved hand gently scratching behind the cat’s ears. “Good kitty,” they whispered, a chilling softness to their voice.

Then, slowly, they stood up, their shadow stretching across the ground as they turned to look up at your house. The hood concealed their face, but their eyes—glinting from beneath—were locked on your window, watching. Waiting.

You stood up from your bed after awhile, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that had settled over you. There was no reason to be paranoid, you told yourself. It was just your imagination running wild after a long day, as you grabbed the angel costume Yujin had picked out, draping it over the back of a chair, and sighed.

Suddenly, the sound of a soft knock echoed from downstairs.

You froze, your heart lurching into your throat. You weren’t expecting anyone yet—Jeongin and the others weren’t supposed to meet up until later. You waited, holding your breath, listening. Another knock, this time more deliberate.

"Probably just a neighbor," you muttered to yourself, trying to calm the rising dread that gripped your chest. Slowly, you crept down the stairs, each step sounding too loud in the stillness of the house.

When you reached the front door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the lock. The knock came again, this time softer, almost… patient.

Swallowing your nerves, you unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, peering outside.

No one was there.

You stepped out, looking left and right, your porch illuminated only by the weak glow of the streetlight. The street was still empty. Only the black cat from earlier now sat in the middle of the road, watching you with those unblinking green eyes. It was like a shadowy sentinel, a strange calmness in the night.

Your unease deepened. There was no sign of anyone around, yet the knock had been so clear. You glanced back toward the cat, feeling that same chill crawl down your spine. Turning quickly, you shut and locked the door again, deciding not to think too much about it.

As you walked back toward the stairs, your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, hoping it was one of your friends with an early check-in. The message lit up your screen.

Jeongin: Hey, we’ll meet a little later than planned. Yujin’s running behind. You good?

You stared at the screen for a moment before typing back.

You: Yeah, all good. I’ll just hang out until then.

You set your phone down and took a deep breath, trying to shake the lingering nerves. But even as you returned to your bedroom, the unease wouldn't leave. The knock, the empty street, the cat…

You didn’t notice, as you sat back on your bed, that the figure was no longer standing in the street. The cat remained, sitting quietly in the same spot, but the hooded person had moved, disappearing into the shadows beside your house.

Their eyes were now watching through a different window, the glint of their gaze hidden as they observed your every movement.

Silent. Still.

You stood in your bedroom for a while, rubbing your arms as if trying to erase the lingering chill that had settled over you. The unsettling feeling wouldn’t let go, and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest. Shaking your head, you decided to shake off the nerves and focus on getting ready for the night ahead.

As you pulled out the angel costume from the chair, the soft fabric felt comforting in your hands. The white dress had a delicate shimmer, the lace trim giving it an ethereal quality. You laid it out on the bed, eyeing the small wings and head crown beside it.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you murmured, taking a deep breath as you began to change.

The white dress slipped over your head easily, flowing down to just above your knees. You adjusted it, admiring the way the lace caught the light. Next, you carefully rolled up the lace stockings, pulling them on to complete the look. You glanced at the mirror, already feeling a little better.

You took a moment to put on some simple heels, their soft click against the floor a pleasant distraction. Then, moving to your vanity, you started on your makeup. You opted for a light shimmer, brushing on a soft glow to your cheeks and adding a touch of highlighter to your collarbones. A bit of silver eyeshadow and a swipe of gloss completed the look, making you feel polished yet still true to the angelic theme.

With the crown of delicate feathers nestled in your hair, you stepped back to examine your reflection. You looked ready.

But as you stood there, the initial thrill began to fade. The sense of foreboding crept back in, an uncomfortable reminder of the strange events earlier. You couldn’t help but glance out the window, the curtain slightly drawn back.

The street was still empty, the only movement coming from the wind rustling through the trees. You let out a shaky breath, reminding yourself that you were safe.

“Just a little fun tonight,” you said aloud, trying to convince yourself. You grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed you still had a little while before you Yujin arrived.

Deciding to occupy your mind, you turned off the lights and made your way to the living room. You put on some music, letting the upbeat melodies fill the silence. As you moved around the room, your nerves slowly eased, the rhythm bringing you back to a state of calm.

But as you danced lightly to the music, a subtle movement caught your eye through the window. You glanced over, and for a moment, you thought you saw a figure slip behind a tree. Your heart skipped a beat, and you rushed to the window, peeking through the curtain again.

Nothing. Just the tree swaying in the wind.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head at your reflection in the glass. You turned away, trying to focus on the music instead, but the feeling that someone was watching you remained.

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When the doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts, and you nearly jumped. You hurried to the door, relieved to see Yujin standing on the other side, still in her casual clothes but holding a large bag filled with her costume.

“Ready?” she grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“More than ready!” you replied, opening the door wider to let her in.

You let Yujin into your house, her excitement instantly lifting the tension that had settled over you. “You can get ready in the bathroom,” you said, gesturing for her to head in. “I’ll grab something to eat while you do your thing.”

“Perfect! Thanks!” she chirped, disappearing into the bathroom with her bag of costume items.

You made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and scanning its contents. After a moment of rummaging, you settled on a few slices of leftover pizza from the night before. Not the healthiest option, but it was quick.

As you waited for the microwave to warm up the pizza, you listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. You could hear Yujin humming to herself, probably going through her makeup routine.

A few minutes later, you pulled the warm slices from the microwave and set them on the counter, taking a bite as you leaned against the kitchen island.

You were halfway through your snack when Yujin emerged from the bathroom, now transformed into her own version of a spooky character. She wore a stunning black dress adorned with lace and a necklace of eerie charms. Her makeup was bold, with smoky eyes and dark lipstick that made her look both fierce and fabulous.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose.

“Wow! You look amazing!” you said, genuinely impressed. “Definitely ready to turn some heads tonight!”

“Thanks! I was going for something a little darker, you know?” she said with a wink, walking over to the mirror to adjust her hair.

As you finished your last bite of pizza, you glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost time to meet up with Jeongin and Rei.

“Okay, we should get going soon,” you said, rinsing your plate and putting it in the dishwasher. “Let’s grab our stuff and head to Jeongin’s.”

Yujin nodded, grabbing her bag and giving you one last look. “We’re going to have a blast! Just remember, if anything weird happens, we stick together, okay?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, though a flicker of unease crossed your mind again.

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When you arrived, you could see the warm glow of lights spilling from the windows. You knocked on the door, and Jeongin opened it almost immediately, a playful grin plastered across his face.

“Finally! The angels have landed!” he teased, gesturing for you both to come inside.

You stepped into the cozy living room, where Jeongin and Rei were already decked out in their costumes. Jeongin was dressed as a classic vampire, while Rei had transformed into a ghostly specter, her makeup pale with dark shadows under her eyes.

“Look at you two! You look amazing!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

“Thanks! You guys too!” Rei replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eyed Yujin.

“Yujin, why were you late!” Jeongin interjected, an exaggerated tone of mock disappointment in his voice.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t the one who started a game without us,” Yujin shot back, crossing her arms with a playful pout.

You laughed, sensing the friendly banter that made your group so special. “Alright, alright! Let’s not argue over who’s late. We’re all here now, and that’s what counts!”

Jeongin threw his hands up in surrender, a smirk still on his face. “Fine.”

After a few more moments of laughter and friendly teasing, you all decided it was time to head to the attraction. Jeongin grabbed his keys, and you all filed out of the house, excitement buzzing as you made your way to his car.

The four of you piled into the vehicle, while Jeongin turned on the music, and the upbeat tunes filled the car as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Okay, who’s ready to get scared?” he asked, glancing back at you and Yujin through the rearview mirror, a grin on his face.

“Bring it on!” Yujin shouted, throwing her fists up in the air.

“I just hope I can keep my angel wings intact,” you joked, and everyone laughed.

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Before long, you arrived at the attraction, the entrance illuminated with vibrant lights and eerie decorations. The sounds of laughter and screams echoed in the distance, heightening your anticipation.

As you closed the car door and walked up to the entrance, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you. The sounds of laughter, screams, and creepy music created a cacophony that heightened your excitement. You reached into your bag and pulled out the tickets, holding them up to the guards at the entrance. After a quick search of your purse, the guards waved you through with a friendly nod.

“Welcome to the fright fest!” one of them called out, and you grinned in response, your heart racing with anticipation.

As soon as you stepped inside, Rei linked her arm through yours, dragging you along. “Come on! We can’t waste any time!” she urged, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Everywhere you looked, people were milling about, some in costumes of their own, others simply enjoying the show. The air was filled with an exhilarating mix of excitement and fear, punctuated by the occasional screams of unsuspecting victims who fell prey to the scare actors lurking around. It was all part of the experience, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you spotted a scare actor in a creepy clown outfit jumping out at a group of teenagers.

“Look at that!” Yujin pointed, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the crowd. “We need to get something to drink first! Can’t enjoy the horror on an empty stomach!”

“Good idea,” Jeongin agreed, and the four of you made your way to a nearby stand, where a selection of colorful drinks awaited. You each ordered something sweet, the vibrant colors matching the carnival-like atmosphere around you. As you sipped your drinks, you felt the tension from earlier dissipate, replaced by the exhilaration of being with your friends in such a lively place.

After finishing your drinks, you all exchanged eager glances, ready to dive into the attractions. “Let’s check out the corn maze!” Jeongin suggested, and everyone eagerly agreed.

As you approached the entrance of the corn maze, the towering stalks loomed overhead, casting shadows in the dim light. You could hear laughter and screams echoing from within, and the anticipation of navigating through the twists and turns made your heart race.

“Ready to get lost?” Rei joked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pulled you toward the entrance.

“Absolutely!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face.

You all stepped into the maze, the tall cornstalks creating a narrow path that twisted and turned. As you ventured deeper, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and distant laughter.

“Stick together!” Yujin called out, her voice slightly muffled as you all tried to keep your bearings. You navigated the paths, laughing as you tried to guess which way to go.

Suddenly, a scare actor dressed as a scarecrow jumped out from behind a pile of hay, their costume ragged and tattered. You shrieked in surprise, grabbing onto Rei’s arm tightly.

“Okay, that was a good one!” you exclaimed, laughing nervously as the scarecrow let out a low, haunting laugh before disappearing back into the shadows.

“See? This is what it’s all about!” Jeongin said, clearly enjoying every second.

Every rustle of corn or distant sound sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself clinging to your friends, your heart racing with both fear and excitement.

“Alright, who’s brave enough to go first?” Rei challenged, looking back at you with a daring grin.

“Me!” Yujin declared, puffing out her chest. “Let’s see what’s around the next corner!”

As you ventured deeper into the corn maze, the sunlight from the entrance faded, replaced by an enveloping darkness that swallowed the narrow pathways. The rustling leaves became more pronounced, and an uneasy chill crept into the air.

“Okay, this is getting a little too dark,” you murmured, glancing around as shadows danced between the towering cornstalks.

“Agreed! I can’t see a thing,” Rei replied, squinting into the gloom. “We should use our phones!”

You nodded and quickly pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead just enough to navigate. Yujin and Jeongin followed suit, their phones casting a warm glow around you.

“Much better!” Yujin exclaimed, her voice echoing slightly as you all moved forward. The beams of light flickered across the corn, creating an eerie atmosphere that made your heart race with excitement.

You turned the light towards the path ahead, revealing the crooked maze that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. The shadows felt alive, and every so often, you thought you saw something move just outside the reach of your flashlight.

“Did you see that?” you whispered, your heart racing.

“See what?” Rei asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I thought I saw something shift over there,” you said, pointing into the darkness.

“Stop it! You’re going to freak me out!” Yujin laughed, though you could hear a slight tremor in her voice.

“Okay, okay! Just trying to keep the energy up!” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

The beams of your phones danced along the rows of corn, but every so often, you’d catch a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows, just beyond the light. A sudden noise made you jump, and you turned your flashlight in the direction of the sound.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, your heart racing.

“Maybe it was just the wind?” Jeongin suggested, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Or something waiting for us!” Rei chimed in, and the playful banter shifted to a more serious tone as you all exchanged nervous glances.

Just then, another scare actor leaped out from behind a stalk of corn, their eerie mask and tattered clothing making you scream. You stumbled backward, and Rei grabbed your arm to steady you.

“Okay, I think we’re officially lost,” you said, laughing despite the adrenaline coursing through you. “And terrified.”

“Let’s keep together! No splitting up!” Yujin said.

“Do you think we’ll ever find our way out?” Rei joked, though her laughter held a hint of real worry.

“Of course! We just need to follow the screams,” Jeongin replied, trying to keep the mood light as you continued deeper into the maze.

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After what felt like an eternity of navigating the twists and turns of the corn maze, you finally caught a glimpse of light peeking through the stalks ahead. A collective sigh of relief escaped your lips as you and your friends quickened your pace toward the opening.

As you burst out into the open air, the sounds of the attraction flooded back, and the vibrant colors of the carnival illuminated your surroundings. You paused for a moment, taking in the brightness and the lively atmosphere.

“We made it!” Yujin exclaimed, raising her arms in triumph.

“Barely!” you chuckled, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Let’s celebrate our escape with some drinks!” Jeongin suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I saw a stand over there selling some fun cocktails. Who’s in?”

“I am!” you and Rei chimed in simultaneously, and Yujin nodded eagerly.

You all made your way to the drink stand, where a colorful array of beverages awaited. The bartender, adorned in a spooky costume, greeted you with a wide grin. “What can I get for you?”

“Surprise us!” Jeongin declared, and the bartender set to work mixing.

A few moments later, he handed you each a vibrant drink, complete with tiny skull-shaped ice cubes floating inside.

After finishing your drinks, you and your friends wandered deeper into the attraction, soaking in the electrifying atmosphere.

You passed by groups of people huddled together, sharing nervous giggles as scare actors leaped out at them.

But as you walked further, that familiar unease began to creep back in. A shiver ran down your spine, and you glanced around, suddenly acutely aware of your surroundings. It felt as if eyes were boring into you from the shadows, observing your every move.

You stopped, scanning the area, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The darkness blurred the outlines of the crowd, making it hard to pinpoint where anyone was looking.

You tried to dismiss the feeling, but it lingered, like a shadow at the edge of your vision. You took a deep breath and urged your feet to move forward, joining your friends as they continued to explore the attractions.

“Look at that!” Yujin suddenly exclaimed, pointing toward a haunted mirror maze up ahead, its entrance shrouded in fog and lit with eerie lights. “We have to go in there!”

“Absolutely! It looks awesome!” Rei agreed, her excitement momentarily distracting you from your uneasy feelings.

You all approached the entrance, the mist swirling around you as you stepped inside. The mirrors created a dizzying effect, reflecting distorted images of yourselves. The laughter and screams of patrons outside faded, leaving only the echo of your footsteps and the occasional spooky sound effect from hidden speakers.

“Okay, this is cool!” you said, your heart pounding, but this time not from fear.

“Just be careful not to bump into anything,” Jeongin warned, a mischievous grin on his face.

As you navigated through the maze, your unease faded slightly, but the feeling of being watched returned. You couldn’t shake the impression that someone—or something—was lingering just beyond the reflection, but every time you turned to look, there was nothing but the glass staring back at you.

“Hey, does anyone else feel like we’re not alone in here?” you said, your voice low, unsure if you wanted to voice your worries.

“What do you mean?” Rei asked, glancing back at you.

“Like… I just have this weird feeling, as if someone is watching us,” you admitted, your heartbeat quickening again.

Yujin rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s just the spooky atmosphere! Let’s keep moving; I want to see how far we can go without getting lost!”

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, you pressed on, but the sensation of being observed lingered in the back of your mind. Every reflection seemed to twist and distort, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of something moving in the distance—a shadow flitting just out of reach of the light.

“Did you see that?” you asked, pausing mid-step.

“See what?” Jeongin replied, looking around.

You turned to point, but the shadow was gone. “Never mind, I must be imagining things.”

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After what felt like an exhilarating eternity, you and your friends finally navigated your way out of the funhouse mirror maze, the reflections behind you fading into the background.

As you stepped into the center of the attraction, the vibrant lights and sounds enveloped you once more. The crowd buzzed with energy, but your focus shifted as you spotted a brightly colored clown funhouse not far ahead, its entrance adorned with swirling patterns and flashing lights. A sign above read, “Enter if you dare!”

“Let’s do it!” Yujin said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Clowns? Seriously?” you replied, feigning horror. “You all know they creep me out!”

Rei laughed, nudging you playfully. “That’s exactly why we have to go in! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, you followed your friends toward the entrance. As you stepped inside, the sounds of laughter and carnival music greeted you, but there was also an eerie undertone that sent a shiver down your spine.

The inside was decorated with bright colors and chaotic patterns that made it hard to focus. Clowns of all shapes and sizes decorated the walls, some smiling widely while others bore twisted grins that made your heart race.

“Welcome to the funhouse!” a cheerful clown exclaimed as you entered, their voice jarring against the unsettling atmosphere. “Let’s see if you can make it out without getting scared!”

You exchanged nervous glances with your friends as you moved deeper into the funhouse, the walls seemingly closing in around you. The laughter of the patrons mixed with creepy sound effects, creating an almost claustrophobic atmosphere.

As you navigated through the maze of mirrors, slides, and silly obstacles, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—someone—was watching you. Every time you turned your head, though, there was nothing there but laughter and flashing lights.

“Did you feel that?” you asked, glancing around at your friends, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Feel what?” Rei responded, frowning as she looked at you.

“Like… someone is following us?” you said, scanning the corners of the funhouse for any lurking figures.

“Maybe it’s just the clowns,” Jeongin joked, trying to lighten the mood, but the playful edge in his voice didn’t quite mask the unease that was creeping in.

As you continued walking, you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye—movement in the shadows just beyond the bright lights and the colorful decor. You turned your head quickly, but again, there was nothing there.

“Guys, I’m serious. I think someone is watching us,” you insisted, your heart pounding.

“Okay, now you’re starting to freak me out,” Yujin said, glancing around nervously. “Can we just keep moving? I don’t want to stay in here any longer than we have to.”

You pushed forward, trying to shake off the feeling, but the sensation only grew stronger as you moved deeper into the funhouse. Suddenly, you felt a cold draft rush past you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

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When you and your friends finally stumbled out of the clown funhouse, the cool night air washed over you like a refreshing wave. You paused, taking deep breaths to shake off the lingering adrenaline from the chaotic atmosphere inside.

“Wow, that was intense!” Yujin exclaimed, leaning against the wall for support, her laughter echoing the relief in your chest.

“Seriously! I thought I was going to lose it in there,” you admitted, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. The chill of the night felt comforting after the disorienting experience within the funhouse.

“We survived the clowns, though!” Rei said, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. “What’s next?”

You all took a moment to just chill, watching the bustling crowd around you. The attraction was alive with people wandering from one thrill to the next, all of them laughing and screaming, sharing in the excitement of the night.

Suddenly, a loud horn blared, cutting through the chatter, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. You turned to see a horde of zombies staggering toward the center, moans echoing through the air as they stumbled in unison, dragging their feet and reaching out toward unsuspecting attendees.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, your heart racing once more.

“Look out!” Jeongin shouted, laughing as a couple of zombies lunged at a nearby group of squealing friends. Chainsaws roared to life as maniacs dressed in tattered clothing charged in behind the zombies, their chainsaws roaring, sending people scattering in delight and horror.

“Let’s move!” you said, grabbing Yujin’s hand as you led your friends away from the chaos, dodging the manic laughter and the flickering lights of the chainsaws.

As you navigated through the crowd, you caught glimpses of other creepy characters: towering clowns on stilts that danced above the throng, their painted faces contorted in exaggerated expressions. Creepy creatures from horror films loomed in the shadows, mingling among the guests.

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The clock struck 2 AM, and as you wandered through the attractions, you stumbled upon a massive haunted mansion looming ahead, its dark silhouette almost swallowing the light around it. The flickering lanterns lining the entrance cast eerie shadows, and you felt an undeniable pull to explore what lay within.

“Let’s go in!” Jeongin declared, pushing open the enormous doors that creaked ominously. You felt a thrill run through you, and with a glance back at Rei and Yujin, you followed him inside, the cobwebs brushing against your arms as you crossed the threshold.

The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and something faintly sweet, reminiscent of rotten wood. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and eerie ghostly figures dangled from above, swaying slightly as if whispering secrets to each other.

Before you could fully acclimate to the atmosphere, a loud roar shattered the silence, and a werewolf lunged from the shadows, teeth bared and eyes glowing. You screamed, adrenaline coursing through you as you instinctively grabbed Yujin's arm and took off running.

“Run!” she shouted, as you dashed deeper into the mansion. The dark corridors were filled with traps and jump scares, each turn revealing something more terrifying than the last. As you raced through the twisting hallways, the laughter and screams of your friends echoed faintly behind you, urging you to keep moving.

But in the chaos, you found yourself veering off into a side hallway, the darkness swallowing you whole. You tried to call out for your friends, but your voice felt swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere.

“Yujin? Rei? Jeongin?” you shouted, but only silence responded. The mansion was a labyrinth, and with every step, you felt more disoriented. The flickering lights cast strange shadows, and every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. You tried to retrace your steps, but the narrow passageways twisted into confusing angles, each corner looking just like the last.

Wandering through the maze, you stumbled upon a dusty parlor filled with antique furniture draped in white sheets. A single candle flickered in the corner, casting a soft glow over a cracked mirror. You approached it cautiously, catching your reflection—pale and wide-eyed, hair tousled from your frantic escape.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from somewhere nearby, and you jumped, heart racing anew. You spun around, trying to find the source of the noise, but the shadows danced around you, playing tricks on your mind.

“Think, think,” you murmured to yourself, trying to steady your breathing. The eerie atmosphere pressed down on you, and the feeling of being watched returned with a vengeance.

You took a deep breath, focusing on the sounds around you. Beyond the walls, you could faintly hear the laughter and screams of other patrons, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this twisted mansion. Summoning your courage, you began to move toward the noise, hoping it would lead you back to your friends.

Navigating through the dark corridors, you passed through a series of rooms that seemed to come alive with each step. In one room, a ghostly figure drifted past, its face pale and haunting. You held your breath, willing yourself not to scream as you ducked behind a piece of furniture, waiting for it to pass.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath, frustration creeping in alongside the fear. The mansion was filled with traps—who knew what else lurked in the shadows?

Just as you turned to continue your search, a sudden, chilling laugh echoed through the hallway. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of chains rattling. You froze, heart racing as you turned slowly, scanning the darkened corners of the mansion for any sign of movement.

Your heart sank. This was not just a haunted house; it felt like a game of cat and mouse.

Gathering your courage, you pressed on, the eerie laughter still echoing in your ears. You rounded a corner, and there it was—a staircase spiraling upward into the darkness.

“Maybe I can find them upstairs,” you thought, taking the steps two at a time, desperate to reunite with your friends.

The air grew colder as you climbed, and the shadows danced more frantically. At the top of the stairs, you found a narrow hallway lined with closed doors. With no other choice, you began to knock on each door, calling out for Rei, Yujin, and Jeongin.

“Guys, where are you?” you shouted, voice echoing down the hallway.

But there was no response, only the whispering wind and the creaking of the old house. Panic surged within you as you tried to suppress the fear that threatened to overwhelm you. You reached the last door at the end of the hall, hesitating for just a moment before pushing it open.

The room inside was dark and empty, but as you stepped in, the door slammed shut behind you with a resounding bang. You gasped, spinning around, your heart racing as the darkness enveloped you once again.

“Okay, this is not funny!” you called out, your voice trembling.

You hurried over to the door and tugged on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. "Damn it," you muttered under your breath, panic creeping in. You glanced around the room, searching for another way out. It was clearly meant to resemble an old attic—dusty furniture littered the space, some pieces draped with white sheets, their vague shapes adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Then, your eyes caught sight of a narrow passage hidden behind a wardrobe. You grinned to yourself and quickly made your way through, eager to escape this unsettling room. The hallway beyond was dimly lit, the walls made to look like jagged stone. You reached out to touch one, only to discover, to your relief, that it wasn’t real—just foam made to look dangerously sharp. Impressive. Whoever had designed this had gone all out to create a convincing illusion.

As you continued through the passage, the air grew colder, and the walls began to open into a larger space. You stepped forward, eyes widening as you found yourself in what appeared to be a cave. "Wow, they really went all out…" you whispered, admiring the details of the stone-like walls and stalactites hanging from above. Everything felt so immersive, almost too real.

You did come to an abrupt halt when you heard the sound of chains rattling and low groans echoing through the cave. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to your right. Your breath hitched at the sight before you.

On a small stone hill stood a man, chained to two stone pillars on either side of him. His arms were bound by thick chains, stained with blood, and arrows pierced the stone around him. His clothes were torn, revealing a firm, muscular chest also streaked with blood. But it wasn’t just the sight of his impressive physique that made you freeze—it was the black wings extending from his back and the long, twisted red horns that sprouted from his head.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you realized who it was. Even in the dim lighting, you recognized him immediately. It was the guy from the costume store.

But now, he was no longer the handsome stranger you had encountered earlier. He looked… otherworldly, dangerous, and hauntingly beautiful in a way that made your skin tingle. His black wings shifted slightly as his head slowly lifted, his eyes locking onto yours.

Red. His eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red, and the moment they met yours, a wave of icy dread washed over you. That same feeling of being watched, the unnerving sensation you’d felt all night—it was him. He had been following you, watching you this entire time.

You couldn’t move, frozen in place by his piercing gaze. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your legs felt heavy, your breath caught in your throat.

The man took a step forward, the chains around his wrists clanking as he did. His lips curled into a slow smile, sending a chill down your spine.

“Hello again,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, but there was something darker, something far more dangerous in his tone now.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. All you could do was stare, heart pounding in your chest.

The man’s wicked grin widened as he suddenly rose from his knees, towering over the stone hill. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted—the dim cave lights flared a deep, ominous red, casting long, eerie shadows around the cavern. The sight sent a jolt of fear down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat as he started pulling on the chains that bound him, the fake metal links rattling with each tug. He kept pulling and pulling, his movements deliberate and terrifying, until the chains finally snapped free with a loud crack. The sound echoed through the cave, but it wasn’t the chains breaking that scared you the most—it was the way his eyes zeroed in on you, locking onto you.

For a split second, you thought, He’s a scare actor, right? This had to be part of the show…

When he suddenly leaned forward, his voice low and filled with dark amusement as he uttered one single word: “Run.”

Your blood turned to ice, and that was your cue. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and bolted. You ran like your life depended on it, your heart pounding in your chest as your feet hit the stone floor with a frantic rhythm. The sound of your own scream ripped from your throat, echoing through the cave as you sprinted through the winding passageways.

But the worst part? You could hear him. His heavy, deliberate footsteps pounded right behind you, getting closer with each second. The sound of his pursuit filled your ears, a terrifying reminder that no matter how fast you ran, he was faster. His presence loomed large, and the distance between you was shrinking far too quickly.

“Faster!” you urged yourself, your lungs burning as adrenaline surged through your veins, fueling your flight. The narrow stone walls blurred past you as you raced through the cave, your mind screaming for you to find a way out. But everywhere you turned, it felt like a dead end or a trap, the disorienting maze of the haunted mansion confusing your every step.

You glanced over your shoulder, a desperate mistake. He was right there—his smile wicked and cruel as he chased you down, his eyes glowing crimson. The sight of him so close made your heart stutter in your chest.

The fear threatened to swallow you whole, but your survival instincts kicked in. You pushed harder, your legs aching as you darted down a narrow hallway, hoping—praying—you could somehow lose him in the twists and turns. The eerie red lights flickered overhead, casting haunting shadows that played tricks on your eyes, but you didn’t dare slow down.

You rounded another corner, your pulse hammering in your ears, when suddenly, your foot caught on something. You stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, but managed to catch yourself at the last second. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you pushed onward, your muscles screaming in protest.

But you could still hear him—closer now. He was right behind you, his breath steady, his steps slow and deliberate, like he knew there was no escape.

Panic clawed at your throat. He’s going to catch me. He’s going to catch me.

And then, without warning, you saw it—an exit sign glowing faintly at the end of a long corridor. You forced your legs to move faster, the thought of freedom driving you forward. Just a few more steps, you told yourself, your heart pounding as the distance between you and the door closed.

But then… his voice, smooth and dark, echoed behind you.

“Run all you like,” he called, his laughter chilling, “but you can’t escape me.”

You didn’t dare look back this time.

You threw your entire weight against the door, your breath catching in your throat as it swung open with a loud creak. Relief washed over you for a split second—until you saw what lay beyond.

There was no exit. No fresh air, no escape. Instead, you were greeted by a long, dimly lit hallway bathed in a deep, sinister red light. The ground beneath your feet was uneven, forcing you to steady yourself as you stumbled forward. Panic rose in your chest as you realized there was no way out—not yet.

“Bad luck... it’s a fluke,” his voice echoed right behind you, low and mocking, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You whipped your head around, heart racing, just in time to see him emerging from the shadows of the previous room, that wicked grin still plastered across his face.

Without thinking, you took off running again, adrenaline surging through your veins as your feet hit the uneven ground. The red hallway stretched out before you, impossibly long, and with each step, you could hear him getting closer, his footsteps steady and confident.

“You can’t outrun me,” his voice taunted, the sound bouncing off the walls, surrounding you. “But go on, try. I like the chase.”

You pushed harder, ignoring the burning in your lungs and the ache in your legs. The hallway seemed endless, twisting and turning like a labyrinth designed to trap you. The red lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, making it harder to see what lay ahead.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you rounded another corner, but the unsettling feeling of him right behind you never left.

You pushed yourself harder, your legs burning with exhaustion, but the flicker of light ahead fueled your desperation. You just had to make it—just a little further. But as you rounded the final corner, your heart sank.

Dead end.

A cold wave of dread washed over you as you stared at the solid wall in front of you, no doors, no escape. You spun around, your pulse racing, only to see him standing at the mouth of the corridor. His dark wings casting twisted shadows in the flickering red light. He tilted his head, his eyes glowing that eerie red, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Looks like you’ve reached the end of the road,” he said, his voice smooth and taunting.

You took a step back, but there was nowhere to go. He stalked toward you, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the moment before striking. Before you could react, he was in front of you, his hand reaching out to grip your wrist. With a swift motion, he pinned you against the wall, your back hitting the cold stone as he held your arms above your head.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his body press against yours, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His sharp eyes bore into you, and despite the fear coursing through you, you couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through your stomach.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “What’s the matter, little angel? You look a little… breathless.” His voice was low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your mind screamed at you to move, to push him away, but your body betrayed you. The closeness, the intensity of his gaze, the way his touch made your skin tingle—it was intoxicating. You hated that you felt it, but there was no denying the way your heart raced, not entirely from fear.

He shifted, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he whispered, “I’ve been watching you all night… I could tell you’d be fun to chase.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours again, a sly smile curving his lips. “And now that I’ve caught you… what should I do with you?”

Your stomach fluttered as his words sank in, and despite the situation, you felt a strange heat rise in your chest. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but the way he was looking at you, so intense, made it impossible.

He chuckled softly, his free hand trailing down your arm before resting against your side. “I have to say,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours, “you make quite the perfect little angel… all soft and sweet. Too bad you fell right into my trap.”

You couldn’t help but tremble under his gaze, a mix of adrenaline and something else coursing through your veins. His flirtation was dangerous, intoxicating, and it made your mind spin.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice dropping even lower, “do you like playing the helpless little angel? Or is there a side of you that likes the thrill… likes being caught?”

Your breath hitched as he smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Come on, admit it,” he teased, his fingers brushing along your jawline. “You’re not just scared, are you? There's a part of you that’s enjoying this.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. His boldness, his touch, the way he towered over you—it sent conflicting feelings through your body. You hated the way your stomach fluttered, the way your heart raced at the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t deny the effect he had on you.

Leaning in even closer, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “What do you say, little angel? Ready to fly… or ready to fall?”

Before you could even process what was happening, his lips were on yours—fierce, commanding, and unapologetic. His hands tightened around your wrists as he pulled you closer, and you gasped at the sensation. That gasp was all he needed. He slipped his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss with a possessive hunger that made your knees weak.

Your body trembled under the weight of his kiss, the heat of him pressed against you, and for a brief, dizzying moment, you felt yourself getting lost in it. The raw, primal energy of the moment, the way he dominated the space around you—it sent your senses spinning.

But then, something clicked in your mind. Reality came crashing back, and panic surged through you. What the hell are you doing? Without thinking, you bit down hard on his bottom lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as he yelped and jerked back, his grip loosening just enough for you to break free.

He stepped back, one hand wiping at his lip, smearing a streak of red as he inspected the blood on his fingers. For a split second, you thought you had gained the upper hand, but when his gaze flicked back to you, his expression shifted. The wicked grin returned, more dangerous than before, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Bad choice, angel," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. His grin widened as he took a step toward you, his posture tense with the thrill of the chase.

You didn’t wait to see what he would do next. Fueled by pure adrenaline, you bolted, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. But this time, it was different. The fear was still there, but underneath it, something else stirred—something undeniable. The adrenaline thrumming through your veins felt addictive, almost intoxicating.

Your body betrayed you, responding to the rush of being hunted, the thrill of his eyes on you as you sprinted through the dark, winding halls of the haunted mansion. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs carrying you forward as fast as they could, but your heart was racing for more reasons than just fear.

The red lights flickered ominously overhead as you ran, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move with you. Every corner you turned, every twist in the maze-like mansion, you expected him to appear, his wicked grin haunting your thoughts.

I have to get out of here, you thought, your mind racing. But even as you ran, a part of you—one you didn’t want to acknowledge—thrilled at the chase, at the sensation of being pursued by someone so dangerous, so intense.

The walls seemed to close in around you, twisting and turning, disorienting you at every corner. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth —something that clung to your senses.

Behind you, his footsteps echoed, unhurried but relentless. "You can run all you want, angel!" his voice boomed, rough and guttural, dripping with amusement. "I will catch you."

A shiver ran down your spine, fear mingling with something else, something dangerous that twisted in your gut. The adrenaline pumped through your veins, your heartbeat a deafening drum in your ears. How had it come to this? The demon was toying with you, and yet, the terror thrummed in your body with a maddening intensity, pulling you further into the chase.

You ducked beneath an archway, barely avoiding the jagged stones jutting out of the walls. The darkness was thick, almost alive, and it wrapped around you, hiding both dangers and possible salvation. Every time you glanced over your shoulder, you could catch a glimpse of him—those glowing eyes, sharp with hunger.

The sound of his laughter cut through the air, deep and mocking, making your pulse race even faster. You had to keep moving. You couldn’t let him catch you. And yet... you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to the threat. Fear, yes—but something more. Something twisted that made your steps falter for just a moment.

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. How could fear and danger do this to you, make your body betray your instincts? But as you ran deeper into the maze, with his voice chasing you, that line between fear and exhilaration blurred more and more. And he knew it.

The uneven ground made it hard to maintain your balance, and you were too focused on the chase to notice when your heel slipped off. You stumbled, and before you could stop yourself, you crashed to the ground.

Pain shot through your body as you hit the hard floor with a loud thud, a sharp cry escaping your lips. Your hands scrambled to push yourself up, but the throbbing in your ankle made it difficult. You cursed under your breath, trying to stand, but just as you got to your feet, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind.

You barely had time to react before you were yanked backward, pulled into a hidden doorway that opened in the wall. You screamed, your voice echoing down the hallway, but it was quickly muffled as the door shut behind you with a heavy thud. Darkness enveloped you, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you were dragged further inside.

You were thrown onto something soft, and with a startled gasp, you scrambled to get up, your hands pressing into what felt like a couch. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your mind racing to make sense of what had just happened.

And then you saw him.

He stood there, looming in the shadows, his dark wings partially unfurled, casting long, sinister shadows against the walls. His red eyes, locked onto you with that same dangerous intensity. He stepped forward, slowly and deliberately.

“You really thought you could run from me, little angel?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement, but there was an edge to it that made your skin tingle. “I told you… I like the chase.”

You backed up against the couch, your hands gripping the cushions as you tried to steady your breath, your pulse racing uncontrollably. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. You were trapped in this room with him, and he knew it.

He smirked, taking another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You put up a good fight back there,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “But you can’t run from me. Not now.”

Your throat tightened, the air in the room thick with tension. Every instinct told you to run, to escape, but your body felt frozen in place. He was too close, his presence too overwhelming.

You started backing up instinctively, your heart hammering in your chest as he stepped closer, his dark figure looming over you. The room felt smaller with every step he took, your breaths shallow and quick. You didn’t even realize you’d backed into something until the edge of the table pressed into your lower back. You glanced behind you and saw a fake plastic corpse laid out on the table, its lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

But before you could even process it, he was right in front of you. His sudden proximity made you squeak in surprise, your eyes wide as you whipped your head back toward him. He was so close, his body practically pressed against yours, and his arms were on either side of you, caging you against the table. There was no escape.

"Beautiful…" he muttered, his voice low, almost reverent, as his eyes swept over your face. His expression was intense, his gaze piercing, and for a moment, you could hardly breathe. You stared at him in stunned silence, completely thrown off by the unexpected compliment.

His eyes were softer now, though that dangerous glint still lingered just beneath the surface. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he looked at you like you were something precious—something he had chased all night and finally caught. His hand lifted, almost hesitantly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a surprising gentleness.

Your heart raced, not entirely out of fear anymore. His gaze was so intense, so focused on you, it made your skin tingle. His touch, though brief, sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "What… what are you doing?"

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a small smile as he leaned in just a fraction closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Admiring you," he said simply, his voice soft yet filled with that same underlying intensity. "You’re captivating, little angel… even more so now that I’ve caught you."

Your stomach fluttered at his words, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you.

Without warning, he scooped you up under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly onto the table, your gasp of shock echoing in the small, dimly lit room. You were suddenly eye-level with him, your heart racing faster than before as he stepped in between your legs, creating an intoxicatingly intimate space that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, drinking in your reaction. “So delicate,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his hands began to roam over your body. His fingers trailed along the curve of your waist, brushing against your hips, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that coursed through you. You tried to crawl backward on the table, instinctively seeking some distance, but he caught you effortlessly, pulling you back to him with a teasing grin.

“Where do you think you’re going, angel?” he flirted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and something darker. His gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, you felt exposed, vulnerable, caught in the web he had woven around you.

It would have been so easy to push him away, to tell him to stop, but something about the way he looked at you—the way his hands felt—made you hesitate. The alcohol coursing through your system muddied your thoughts, clouding your instincts. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite the fear that still lurked in the back of your mind, the undeniable thrill of his touch ignited something within you.

“Just let it happen,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. The way he spoke made it hard to remember why you should resist. He caressed your body with a gentle yet possessive touch, his fingers dancing along the edges of your costume, drawing little gasps from your lips.

Every nerve in your body was alive, thrumming with an intoxicating blend of fear and excitement. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he admired you, like he was a connoisseur appreciating a rare and beautiful piece of art. And in that moment, as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your neck, you felt a dangerous thrill run through you.

“Beautiful, captivating, and all mine,” he murmured, and despite the warning bells ringing in your head, a part of you couldn’t help but lean into him, drawn by the magnetic pull of his presence.

He leaned in closer, his intentions clear, but just as his lips hovered near yours, you instinctively pulled back, your heart racing. The space between you crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken desires. His expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, but it was quickly replaced with a devilish grin that made your pulse quicken.

“Why so shy, little angel?” he purred, his voice smooth like honey, laced with a hint of mischief. His fingers continued their gentle exploration, caressing your waist and hips, as if he were trying to erase any hesitation you felt. “I promise I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts, but his proximity, his touch, and the way he spoke made it difficult to think clearly. It was as if he were weaving a spell around you, his words wrapping around your mind like silk. “You’re too beautiful to hide away,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Let me show you how much I appreciate this moment.”

It was almost enchanting, the way he sweet-talked you, making you feel like you were the only person in the world. “You’ve got nothing to fear from me,” he continued, his voice dipping lower, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just… a man who sees beauty and wants to savor it.”

With each word, it felt as though he were tempting you deeper into a dark abyss, whispering sins and secrets that made your heart race. The way he looked at you, with those smoldering red eyes, made you feel both desired and vulnerable. You knew you should be scared, should push him away, but the allure of his words was intoxicating, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

“Just one kiss,” he urged softly, leaning in once more, his lips almost brushing against yours. “Just let go for a moment. Let me show you how it feels to embrace the darkness.”

You felt a pull towards him, a dangerous temptation. The combination of fear and thrill churned in your stomach, and as he continued to caress you, whispering sweetly in your ear, the line between right and wrong blurred even further. He was like a devil in disguise, enticing you to give in to your desires, to forget the world outside and just be lost in this moment with him.

You found yourself looking at him, your mind clouded with confusion and exhilaration. His red eyes sparkled as he gauged your reaction, and in that moment, you felt utterly entranced.

Taking your silence as encouragement, he leaned in again, his lips brushing softly against yours. This time, there was no hesitation, no pullback. The kiss was gentle yet electric, igniting a fire deep within you. You gasped softly, allowing yourself to melt against him as the world around you faded away.

His kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted like a mix of darkness and sweetness, a contradiction that left you craving more. Each movement felt like a dance of forbidden desires, and with every brush of his lips against yours, you felt yourself losing grip on reality.

As you kissed him back, the rush of adrenaline mingled with the thrill of desire, and you found yourself craving this closeness, this danger. His hands roamed your body, caressing your curves with an urgency that made your heart race even faster. You felt utterly consumed by him, a part of you surrendering to the wild rush of emotions.

He pulled back slightly, his lips barely inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “Wasn’t that worth it?”

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, caught in that captivating gaze. You didn’t know how to respond, your thoughts swirling in a delightful haze.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re lost in the moment,” he continued, brushing his thumb along your jawline, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Just let yourself be. Let go of the fear.”

A part of you knew this wasn’t a wise decision, that giving in could lead to trouble. But another part—the part ignited by the alcohol and his alluring presence—urged you to stay. You were drawn into his world, tempted by the darkness he offered, and you found yourself wanting more.

As he kissed you again, he took his time, his movements deliberate and enticing. You could feel his hands sliding slowly, his fingers deftly slipping your jacket off your shoulder, letting the fabric fall away to reveal more of your skin. The cool air sent shivers across your bare arms, but his touch quickly warmed you, as he rubbed your arms with a gentle yet possessive caress.

You gasped softly into the kiss, your heart pounding as his hand trailed down your body, finding the edge of your white lace stockings. With a teasing precision, he began to slip one down, his fingers gliding along your thigh and calf, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The delicate fabric pooled at your ankle, and you could feel the heat of his hand as he explored your skin, his touch both intoxicating and electrifying.

Meanwhile, his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer against him, your bodies flush with one another. You could feel the heat radiating from him, every contour of his form pressing into you, heightening your senses. He was skilled, his hands knowing exactly how to coax you into surrendering, and you could feel your resolve weakening with every caress.

“Such soft skin,” he murmured against your lips, his breath ghosting over you, causing a delightful shiver to ripple through your body. “It’s irresistible.”

You leaned into his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers danced along your thigh, tracing delicate patterns that made your heart race. His gaze locked onto yours, a fiery intensity in his eyes that made you feel as though he could see right through you, unearthing every desire you had buried deep down.

He pulled back just slightly, the heat of his gaze raking over you as he admired the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to melt into his. “You’re stunning, you know,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I could lose myself in you, little angel.”

You felt a flush creeping up your cheeks, the blend of shyness and excitement stirring something wild within you. Every word he uttered seemed to wrap around you, holding you captive in this moment. You wanted to resist; you knew you should. But the thrill of the chase, the intoxicating mix of fear and allure, made it hard to think clearly.

“Just let go,” he whispered again, his fingers finding the hem of your dress, teasing the edge. “Let me take care of you.”

His words sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself torn between desire and caution.

In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, flipping you over so your feet were back on the ground but your body was bent over the table, your heart racing with the unexpected shift. The fake corpse on the table loomed nearby, a bizarre reminder of where you were, but the adrenaline surged through your veins, heightening every sensation.

“Jay,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief as his hand slid up your thigh to your waist, anchoring you to him. “Remember my name, little angel. You’ll want to scream it later.”

Your breath hitched at the way he spoke, a tantalizing mix of playful and dangerous that sent shivers down your spine. You felt the heat radiating off his body as he pressed closer, and the sheer intensity of the moment made your heart race faster. He seemed to revel in the power he held over you, and part of you loved it.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, his voice dripping with confidence. “Afraid of what might happen next?” His fingers danced over your waist, teasingly, just enough to make you squirm.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Maybe a little,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The rush of fear blended with desire, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made your head spin.

Jay chuckled softly, leaning closer so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. “You’re not alone in that. But I promise I’ll take good care of you.” He slipped his hand further up your waist, his fingers brushing the lace of your dress, before he pulled your dress up, his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of butterflies in their wake. His fingers, gentle yet firm, worked their way under the lace of your panties, and you couldn't help but moan softly as he whispered, "So wet already for me?"

The sudden exposure to the cool air sent shivers down your spine, making your skin tingle with goosebumps. Your most private part, now on full display, felt vulnerable yet incredibly desirable. Jay's fingers, now coated and wet, teased the delicate folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mmm, yes," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself more fully to his touch. The sensation of his fingers exploring your intimate depths was almost too much to bear, and you felt your body respond eagerly, welcoming his touch with each moan that escaped your lips.

"You're so beautiful like this, so open and ready for me," Jay murmured, his eyes locked on the exquisite sight before him. His fingers moved with a purposeful rhythm, stroking and caressing, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy.

As your moans grew louder, Jay's touch became more intense, his fingers plunging deeper, hitting all the right spots.

Jay's fingers, skilled and precise, continued their dance within your body, each thrust bringing you closer to the brink of bliss. Your moans, now more like desperate pleas, filled the room as you arched your back, offering yourself fully to his touch. The cold air on your exposed skin only heightened the intensity of his touch, making every stroke feel like an electric shock.

"You're so close, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me take you there."

His fingers moved with a hypnotic rhythm, stroking and caressing, teasing and taunting. Every inch of your intimate recesses was explored, each touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your muscles clenching around his fingers, eagerly welcoming each new sensation.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good," he groaned, his breath hot against your ear. "So tight, so warm."

As he spoke, his fingers picked up the pace, plunging deeper, hitting spots that made you buck your hips involuntarily. Your body trembled, on the cusp of another explosive release. You could feel the build-up, the pressure mounting, and with a final, desperate moan, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

Jay's fingers stilled, and he held you close, letting you ride out the aftershocks. Your breath came in gasps, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you caught your breath, Jay's fingers remained gently nestled within your warmth, a silent promise of more to come. Your heart, still pounding from the intense orgasm, began to slow, and a peaceful calm settled over you.

Jay, ever the gentleman, gave you the space you needed to gather yourself, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. He watched as you took slow, deep breaths, your chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Then, with a subtle shift in his movements, you felt the subtle change in the air. He'd unzipped his pants, and a moment later, with a subtle push, his pants and boxers dropped just enough to reveal his thick, pulsating cock.

The sight took your breath away once more.

Jay's gaze met yours, a silent question in his eyes. He wanted to know if you were ready, if you wanted him, just as he wanted you. And in that moment, there was no doubt in your mind.

You reached out, your fingers tracing the length of his cock, feeling the hardness, the warmth. Then, with a bold move, you took him in your hand, squeezing gently, letting him know that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Jay's breath caught in his throat, and a low growl escaped his lips.

He was ready, more than ready.

The sensation of Jay slowly entering you was almost overwhelming. The stretch, the burn—it was intense, yet incredibly arousing. You could feel every inch of him, his thickness filling you, leaving no space untouched. Your body, so tight and willing, clenched around him, welcoming his presence.

As Jay whispered, "Being so good for me," his voice was filled with a mixture of lust and admiration. He understood the intensity of the moment, the delicate balance of pleasure and pain that you were experiencing. And in that instant, as his thick length was fully sheathed within you, you both groaned, your voices mingling in a symphony of desire.

Jay stood still, his body tense, his muscles quivering. He knew the power he held, the control he had over your body and your pleasure. And he wanted to savor this moment, to let you adjust to his size, to let your body embrace his.

"You can move," you breathed eventually, your voice soft yet filled with a hint of command. It was all the invitation Jay needed. With a deep growl, he pulled back, his thick cock sliding effortlessly out of you. The momentary emptiness sent shivers down your spine, only to be replaced by an even more intense sensation as he thrust back in, plunging deep, stretching you to your limits.

You gasped, your body arching backward as if in a silent plea for more. Your hands, frantically searching for something to grip, found no purchase on the smooth surface of the table. You were helpless, at Jay's mercy, and he knew it. With a tight grip on your hips, he pulled you towards him, claiming you as his own.

Jay's groans filled the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure. "God, you feel so fucking good," he panted, his voice hoarse with passion. "I've craved this, craved you, for so long." His words were a blur of lust and emotion, a declaration of his deepest desires. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, his voice trembling with intensity.

His thrusts became more frenzied, more urgent. Each stroke hit a different spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel his desire, his need, building with each movement. Jay was lost in the heat of the moment, his control slipping as his passion took over.

You, too, were lost in the whirlwind of sensations. The table dug into your belly as Jay's relentless pace had you trapped, unable to move. All you could do was surrender to the pleasure, let Jay take you to places you'd never been before.

The moment of intense pleasure was abruptly interrupted by the sound of familiar voices from beyond the wall. Jay, ever sensitive to the potential intrusion, stilled, his cock suspended inside you, as he heard the distinct sound of your friend, Rei.

"Noooo…" you slurred, frustration evident in your voice. You had been so close to the peak, so close to an unimaginable high, and now this unexpected interruption had robbed you of your moment.

"Shhh, my sweet angel," Jay whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He leaned over you, his body close, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back his own desire. "Listen," he urged, his voice low and intense.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you strained to hear what Jay was listening to. Then, through the walls of the secret room, you heard the distinct voices of your friends. Rei's voice was clear, "Look, her shoe is here! That means she's close by." Your eyes widened at the realization that your friends were right outside, searching for you.

You remembered the heel you'd lost in your frantic escape, the one that now served as a telltale sign of your proximity. "Shit," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jay's hand covered your mouth. "Shhh," he whispered again. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You shook your head, your eyes wide in panic. You knew that if your friends heard, they'd know exactly where you were and what you were doing.

Jay's hand moved from your mouth to your hip, and with a low growl, he began to thrust again. The movement was slow and deliberate, almost torturous in its slowness, as if he were daring your friends to hear.

You bit your lip, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape. Your body was on fire, the sensation of Jay's cock filling you almost too much to bear. You could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, and with each slow, deliberate thrust, you teetered closer to the edge.

And then, as if on cue, you heard Rei's voice again, closer this time. "She can't be far. Let`s keep searching."

Jay's thrusts became more intense, more purposeful, as if he were challenging you to keep quiet, daring you to hold back your moans. But with each powerful stroke, your body responded, your desire growing with every thrust.

You bit your lip, your eyes squeezed shut, as if that could muffle the sounds of your pleasure. The tears that blurred your vision were a mix of frustration, desire, and a hint of fear—fear that your friends would discover your secret, fear that this moment of intense passion would be interrupted.

Jay's breathing grew heavier, his grunts and groans a contrast to your silent pleas. He knew the effect he was having on you, and he wanted to push you further, to test your limits. His hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your hips, then dipping lower, finding the spot that sent shivers down your spine.

With a low, groan he began to tease your clit, his touch light yet firm. Your body jerked, your hips pushing against his hand, seeking more, needing more.

You tried to hold back, to muffle your cries, but the pleasure was too much. Your moans escaped in broken whispers, your body arching towards him, begging for more. The wet sounds of your passion filled the room, a silent invitation for your friends to discover your secret.

Jay's eyes flashed with a mix of lust and triumph. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted, and he wasn't about to let up. His strokes became more frenzied, more urgent, each one bringing you closer to the edge.

Jay's thrusts quickened, his hand gripping your hip tighter. "Come for me, angel," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Let them hear you. Let them know what they're missing."

And then, with a loud, muffled shout, you came. The orgasm ripped through you, a powerful wave that left you breathless and weak. Your body convulsed, your back arching as you surrendered to the intense pleasure. Jay's hand covered your mouth, his fingers pressing gently against your lips, muffling your cries as he bit down on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

His groans mingled with your muffled shouts, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

Just as your body began to relax, to recover from the intense pleasure, Jay's strokes became deeper, more forceful. He drove into you, his cock throbbing within your tight channel, and with a deep, moan, he came. His hot seed filled you, a warm rush that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel it pulsing within you.

As Jay's thrusts slowed, his breathing heavy and ragged, you could feel his hand gently caressing your cheek.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Jay withdrew from your body, his eyes locked with yours. You couldn't help but gasp as you felt the warm trail of his cum dripping down your thigh.

As you looked behind you, Jay ripped off a portion of his shirt, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Without a word, he began to wipe you down, his rough palms gently caressing your skin, cleaning the evidence of your love-making.

His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he carefully pulled your panties back up, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his presence close as he tended to you.

Once you were cleaned and dressed, Jay turned his attention to himself. With a quick movement, he tucked himself back in, pulling his boxers and pants up.

With a gentle smile, Jay extended his hand toward you. "Come," he said, his voice soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the playful danger he had exuded earlier. "Let’s get you out of here."

You hesitated for just a moment, then placed your hand in his. His touch was warm, reassuring, and you let him guide you through the winding halls of the haunted house.

Eventually, he led you to a discreet backdoor, away from the chaos and noise of the attraction.

As the cool night air hit your skin, you breathed in deeply, feeling grounded once more. Jay looked at you, his sharp features softened by the moonlight.

Before he could say anything, you acted on impulse. You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Jay responded immediately, his arms slipping around your waist as he kissed you back with equal intensity, his lips warm and firm against yours.

When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the cool air, you noticed the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Jay’s eyes glinted with amusement, and he touched your cheek gently, his thumb brushing your skin.

“That was… unexpected,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart still racing from the kiss. “I had to,” you whispered, feeling a mix of shyness and boldness.

Jay chuckled softly, his hand lingering on your cheek for just a moment longer before he stepped back. “I’m glad you did.”

There was a shared silence between you, comfortable and charged, but you both knew this was where the night ended. With one last smile, he nodded at you. “Take care, little angel.”

You smiled, feeling a strange warmth in your chest as you watched him turn and walk back in. With a deep breath, you took one last glance at the haunted house behind you, then made your way back to find your friends.

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