#so alone in the dark I will remain (he is a mystery :D )

[mewkwota]

I Know What You Are... You Are Mega Man!

The differences between each Mega is something I love and appreciate, plus it's also fun to compare them side-by-side for it.

I think it's really amusing how they start with robots that slowly reach near-human traits, and then there's a straight-up human. Albeit, he is merged with a non-human being.

And then there's Volnutt. I know he could probably be narrowed down to an "artificial human", but I like the idea of tying him to his celestial origins as Trigger that are still half a mystery.

Such is my running-joke with him. He is just... Volnutt (currently).

[sanakiras]

LIAR, LIAR!

PAIRING — kim mingyu x fem!reader

❝ AND THE DANCE FLOOR IS FILLING UP WITH BLOOD, BUT OH LORD, YOU’VE NEVER BEEN SO IN LOVE! ❞

WORD COUNT — 13.5k

SYNOPSIS — in a dramatic turn of events, a rich businessman is found dead in his lavish estate, and the authorities believe it was no accident. as the detectives dig deeper, they ultimately end up with two key suspects: you, the businessman’s very own daughter, and your sworn enemy, kim mingyu. as the time progresses, tensions rise and secrets spill — and the truth has the power to either bring you closer together or tear you apart.

TAGS — murder mystery, rich rivals to partners in crime to lovers, whole lotta plot, explicit sexual content, somewhat graphic depictions of death, everyone and everything is dysfunctional™, mentions of suicide, unrealistic circumstances, moral compass is nowhere to be found, angst, medium long hair!gyu bc self-indulgence, tsundere-ish reader again guys sorry i love her so bad, mentions of parental neglect, this ended up so long help

♪ verydeadly - wolves (kanye west cover),, low - dancing and blood,, vessel - red sex,, florence + the machine - mermaids,, zayn - bordersz,, mikky ekko - who are you, really?,, q - alone,, danna paola - tenemos que hablar,, blue foundation - eyes on fire (4 ave version),, summer camp - i want you

NOTE — one of my favorite episodes of going seventeen remains bad clue 2020, i loved mingyu’s role in it and i could totally see him portraying darker/morally grey characters and rock tf out of it so. i wrote this solely based on that idea. the music recs above are also really nice to get into the vibe! enjoyyyy :D

[ RETURN TO PART ONE ] ✧˚ · .⋆ ★ [ TWO ]

viii. I LOVE YOU LIKE A DRUG

november has a harsh cold to it that goes right through the skin of your cheeks. with your long black coat and matching gloves, you walk through the city, heading towards your lawyer’s office.

it’s been a few days since you last saw or talked to mingyu. you’ve been thinking about the kiss constantly, unable to stop it from clouding your mind. it’s hard to believe you hated his guts for years and completely changed your opinion on him within months — he took you by surprise on that. which you’re not sure how you feel about.

it’s as if his handprints were etched into your skin. you can still remember exactly how it felt, where they were. more importantly, perhaps, you know what your mind keeps leading to when the memory runs through your head.

that you want nothing more than for him to put his hands on you again. you want him so much that you have to clench your fists and tell yourself to get it together.

the universe must like to mess with you, as you receive a text from him at that exact moment. stopping in your tracks on the street, you’re just about to read it when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

once you’ve looked up from your phone, you see the devil himself standing there with a meek little smile on his face, which has you scoffing when he greets you. “hi.”

his dark hair is slicked back as he sports a thick winter jacket, jeans and black shoes. god, he’s handsome. why is he so annoying?

instead of responding to his greeting, you just speak your mind. “what’re you doing here?”

“chan mentioned you had an appointment in the neighborhood, so here i am. i wanted to see you.”

“why?”

“what, am i not allowed to visit my partner in crime?”

you purse your lips. “i thought we both agreed on discretion regarding our relationship.”

“and what kind of relationship is that?”

“an understanding.” your response comes out colder than anticipated, but you stick with it. “look, gyu, what we did… we probably shouldn’t do it again.”

he seems surprised. and a little disappointed, which he hides very quickly, but not quick enough.

so he pouts at you, doing his best not to dwell on it. “okay. any particular reason?”

you inhale sharply, trying to give him the best possible excuse you can come up with. “we agreed to keep it professional, didn’t we?”

“we did.” he nods, speaking in a way as if he were focusing on something else. “is that all there is to it? or do you have another reason?”

his gaze is playful, which makes you smile as you look down at your feet for a moment. “i’m sure you can fill the blanks.”

“interesting choice of words.”

“god, you’re such a perv.”

mingyu laughs when you punch his shoulder, his hand comfortable on your lower back. you don’t swat it away, utterly contradicting your previous words, but you can’t find it in yourself to care that much.

two days later, you’re over at his apartment, continuing your research where you left off last week, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining things, but it feels like there is a palpable tension in the air. soft rain taps against the windows while you’re looking at some security footage his friend seungkwan sent over about an hour ago.

with the two of you sitting beside eachother as you’re looking at the screen of your laptop, you find it difficult to focus on the footage, because you feel electrified by his mere presence. it’s ridiculous. he accidentally brushes your knee with your hand, and you feel a rush going through your body. a candle is lit on the table — his tan skin looks beyond beautiful, his brown eyes piercing through yours like never before.

you want him.

you. want. him. and no one else.

it’s driving you nuts, and as if he can read your mind, he begins to talk about it.

“i haven’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss.”

while the footage keeps playing in the background, you bite your lip, sucking in a breath. “gyu.” you say his name in a near scolding manner.

“do you like me?” he suddenly turns his head to face you, which feels borderline intrusive. like he’s able to see everything that’s going on in your head and heart.

it steals your breath, making your voice sound somewhat strained as a result, and you can’t even bring yourself to lie about it any longer. “i might.”

“i like you. a lot.” he says, and when you think he’s getting closer to you, you stand up from your seat, doing whatever you need to do to get it back together. you don’t want him to know how you really feel, so you clench your fists in your place, your back facing him.

“what does it matter? we’re nothing more than partners. that’s all there is to it.”

as you shake your head to yourself, he gets up as well, moving to stand behind you. “is that why you kissed me?”

“it was just the heat of the moment.”

“you’re a good liar — but not that good.” mingyu shamelessly eyes your body up and down, and when you look over your shoulder, he meets your gaze with something that appears to resemble pride, in a way.

arrogance, perhaps.

for whatever reason, that ticks something off in you. “you want me to be honest? fine. i don’t want to like you, mingyu. i didn’t want to enjoy that kiss. i’ve spent years hating you to the bone, and changing that opinion on you feels like betraying myself.”

he blinks at your sudden and blunt confession, but it’s honest and clear to him.

then he nods in understanding.

“just… hypothetically, if i said i wanted to kiss you again, what would you do?”

you notice a clear difference in his tone, his breathing, his eyes dropping down to your lips — oh, he’s fucking turned on. he knows you want him as badly as he wants you. you both know it.

“i’d tell you it was a one-time thing.”

he gets closer to you, eyelids hanging low and the hint of that damn smirk tugging at his mouth. “how about one more? for good measure. just to get our rocks off.”

the proposition is almost laughable, yet you selfishly find yourself agreeing. “just once?”

“just once.” the palm of his hand cups your jaw, and you know you’re done for when you lean in first, causing him to smile triumphantly right before his lips lock with yours.

this is what you’ve both been yearning for the past week. now that you have it, it feels like drugs, almost — addicting.

you kiss him with vigor, and his tongue slips into your mouth, leaving you aching for more. it’s when his hand pulls you closer by your waist that you force yourself to back away from him, both you and him gasping for air.

“gyu, we were supposed to—”

“keep things professional, i know,” he breathes out, his forehead resting against yours as if he has to make the biggest decision of his life, “but i don’t want to anymore.”

his hands are still on your waist, trailing down to the flesh of your upper legs, and he squeezes it, feeling sick at the idea of someone touching you there that’s not him.

“need you so bad. please — let me touch you.”

looking at his desperate form for a moment, you internally decide to go for whatever your body wants — and that’s to have him tonight.

so you roll your eyes, pulling him to you by his black t-shirt, your hands on the back of his neck before he can comprehend it. he hoists you up by the back of your thighs, taking you to his spacious bedroom.

your back touches the soft bed within seconds. his hands continue to glide up and down your body, and he subtly puts his one hand underneath the hem of your shirt, fingers touching your warm skin, and you almost forget to breathe.

mingyu feels your fingers pulling at the waistband of his jeans, and he relishes in how eager you are. he kisses your neck and moves lower painfully slowly, causing you to writhe underneath him, because you need him now.

it’s certainly a first for you to have such a need and desperation to fuck someone. and for him, of all people. if you had known about this in the morning, you wouldn’t have believed it.

but then again, the tension has been brewing between you two for years, reaching its highest point over the last couple weeks.

maybe he was onto something when he suggested for you to fuck him back in the strip club.

his lips are touching your bare stomach, and you show a hint of dominance by undoing the buttons of your pants and shoving down your panties, putting your hand on his head to guide it between your legs.

and he just lets you.

he takes your pants and underwear from your ankles and discards the pieces on the floor, hands on the back of your thighs once more as he pushes them to lean over his shoulders.

the first few seconds are spent basking in his excitement. his heart races when he looks you in the eye, and he grins to himself before diving in.

for some reason, he feels this primal urge to prove himself to you, to make you feel good like no one ever has before.

whatever the hell it is that made him have such a massive change of heart, he doesn’t know.

but he does know one thing — he worships the ground you walk on.

so to hear you gasp and whine for him when he eats you out only spurs him on to keep going, to make it dirtier and messier and keep having you moan his name.

mingyu encourages you to pull on his hair, and with each strand being pulled, he grows harder in his pants. he moans at the pain, humming against your pussy while his tongue is buried inside you.

you’re grinding against his face and he hums again, loving the feeling. “rub it in my face, baby, ‘s so good—” he babbles as his cock is rock-hard and throbbing against the fabric of his jeans, and he rubs his hard-on against the matress to get any kind of friction.

over the course of the years, even while hating him, you wondered if he was good in bed.

you didn’t think your question was going to be answered by first-hand experience.

he’s not only sickeningly good at providing pleasure — he seems to get off on it, too. your fingers clamp on his long strands of hair, thighs around his head, almost suffocating him, and even when you hit your first climax, he just keeps going. his tongue moves as if you’re not completely crumbling before him.

with a sudden sensitivity hitting you, you have to pull his face from your pussy, and he looks at you with lust-blown eyes and your wetness smeared over his lips and chin.

yeah, you fucking like him. jesus.

the little fang-shaped teeth he has show themselves when he grins at the mess he’s made of you. “want me to go again?”

“would you?”

“i’d keep going for hours if that’s what you want.”

pressing your lips together, you inhale deeply, ‘cause he looks like he means it, too. “well, as great as that sounds, i want you in me. now.”

he would’ve had a damn field trip eating you out again, but he certainly won’t complain, because he’s about to bust in his pants from just looking at you. his eyes return to your figure when you take your shirt off, dick twitching when you unclasp your lacy bra and show your completely bare body to him.

“are you just gonna keep staring?” you ask teasingly, and he needs a few seconds to get his brain running again, chuckling at your words before he removes his own clothes, pushing you back to lay you down.

“can’t help that i like what i see.”

you’re about to give him a witty retort in return when you feel the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole, pushing forward just the slightest bit, and your lashes flutter at the sensation. he bites his lower lip at the feeling, a sudden intensity hitting the both of you.

then he pushes himself inside, inch by inch, achingly slowly. your brows scrunch together and you throw your head back, manicured nails digging into his bedsheets.

“hah—gyu—” you mumble, tension setting into your shoulderblades as he stretches you open, and you’re so tight that he feels just as suffocated as you do.

“fuck, you’re fucking tight.” he huffs out, utterly savoring your wetness wrapping around him. “can i keep going?”

at hearing the question, a breathy laugh escapes you. “how fucking big are you to have to ask that?”

“well, ‘m only halfway in right now, baby.”

fucking hell. the look on your face is borderline horrified, because jesus, you’re gonna need to adjust to him.

he lowers his chest to hover above yours, and your hands immediately move to his back, nails aching to dig into his skin. he’s only focused on your face now, and he pushes himself in all the way, watching your face contort in pain and pleasure.

your body stiffens for a second before it relaxes, and he has to hold down the urge to start moving. “that’s it. took me all the way in,” he mutters, and you nod to yourself, accidentally clamping down on him, at which he groans.

the first movements are small, slow — gentle. you release long, dragged-out moans that are the single hottest thing he’s ever heard. but he needs more, needs to get rid of the little voice in his head to fuck you hard and stupid.

he pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, and the erotic whine you let out is just too good to his ears.

so he does it again, again, again. he fucks you to the point a different part of him takes over, ruthlessly seeking the pleasure and pain that gets him off like nothing else. he likes it fast, hard, and deep, and by the looks of it, you do too.

you’re clinging onto him with every thrust, every kiss, every moan, and he loves it.

mingyu moans, eyebrows knitted together as he’s hypnotized by the feeling of himself sheathed all the way inside you. “take it — take my fucking cock.”

“mhm. a little harder — please?” you beg, and if he wasn’t in love with you yet, he certainly is now. how on earth do you look as gorgeous as you do whilst half fucked-out, still needing more?

naturally, he gives in to you, doing whatever you ask of him. he fucks you harder, his grip on your waist tightening with each thrust.

you come to one conclusion — you don’t think anyone’s ever fucked you this good.

his mouth latches onto your tits, sucking at your nipples, and you bring his head up to kiss him again. it’s sloppy, and his movements begin to slow a little, your wetness dripping down his cock. “god, you’re fucking perfect.”

“want more, gyu. i want you to cum in me.”

“you—” he stutters out, “you want it?”

nodding at him, you even push yourself against him, his cock sinking just a little deeper into you.

so he fucks you as hard as he can until he feels himself hitting that blissful climax, continuing to roll his hips and stuff you as full of him as possible. then he sits up with a thin layer of cold sweat on his back, and he pulls himself out as slowly as he entered you, watching drops of cum seep out of your hole.

“so much for professional.” you breathe out, after which you both chuckle, and he leans in to kiss you again, and you get on top of him, taking charge, and he shivers in anticipation.

the night becomes an increasing blur with every kiss, every touch, every thrust — it’s hard to say what time it is or how many times you’ve gone at it when you finally let yourself sink into a deep sleep.

when you wake up beside him in the morning, you watch his sleeping form, your heart flutters.

it’s bizarre how he’s made you feel a kind of love you didn’t even know existed before. a feeling of great complexity and intensity that’s settled deep into your gut whenever he’s near.

as if he’s become a part of you that you can’t let go.

checking your phone, you know it’s time to get up, since you’ve got an important agenda today. yet when you try to silently slip away from his bed, you feel a warm hand on yours.

“don’t go.” he pleads, his voice lower and raspier than usual from sleeping. there’s a certain desperation in his now open eyes, and it affects you.

“i have to. appointments i can’t cancel, you know what that’s like—”

but he’s not talking about your day.

“i’m afraid of people leaving me,” he suddenly admits with a shaky tone, “and i like what we have. i like you. i guess i’m scared that… this was just a one-time thing, ‘cause it wasn’t for me. i don’t want to go back to what we were before all of this.”

processing his words, you nod, touching his cheek, reassuring him. “it wasn’t a one-time thing for me, either. you have me, i promise.”

“okay.” he gently smiles at you, his fingers caressing yours, and you lean in to press a kiss onto his lips, which he immediately reciprocates.

you give him a quick goodbye after putting your clothes on, and he’s left smiling to himself in bed while you walk out of his apartment with the same expression.

but you should know by now that all good things come to an end — one way or another.

ix. WHO ARE YOU, REALLY?

the two weeks since your first time sleeping together have been nothing but excitingly ignorant bliss. in between his meetings and family commitments and your meetings regarding your father’s business relations, you’ve been meeting eachother in the middle at every opportunity, the investigation of your father’s death fading into the background bit by bit, getting lowered on your list of priorities.

none of your friends are aware of your relationship – since it’s a secret, and neither of you have really labelled it yet – as far as you know, anyway.

being with him is comfortable to you, and surprisingly enough, he’s the first person who’s made you feel like you could breathe properly after the chaos that your father’s death caused.

“do you really have to go out at this hour?”

“yeah, unfortunately.” he presses a kiss to your lips before pulling his shirt on while you’re still naked on his bed. “i’ll be back as soon as i can, but you don’t have to wait for me, okay? it’s probably gonna take a while.”

with a sigh, you nod, pouting a little. “okay. i’ll probably go take a shower and head home after.”

he kisses the top of your head this time, and it all feels awfully domestic.

but it’s a good feeling.

mingyu takes in the sight of your bare face and body covered in nothing but his sheets, and he feels like things were meant to be like this. like you two were always indirectly tied together, and now this is your reality.

“you’re allowed to stay as long as you want. i’ll call you later, baby, yeah?” he hums against your lips, and you nod, wanting nothing more than to pull his shirt off and drag him back into bed with you.

“mhm. you should go, or you’ll be late.”

he chuckles, his mouth grazing the top of your hand before he exits the room, slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving you alone in his apartment.

after taking a short nap, you decide to get up and take a quick shower.

this might be the first time you’re completely on your own in his place — so you feel like checking out what he’s got lying around here.

it’s not because you don’t trust him, truly. you just like to snoop around a little, out of curiosity.

you peek into his drawers, his closet, his personal things, except for what he’s got kept under lock and key.

what intrigues you are the clear scratches on the floor by the cupboard. everything in his apartment is perfectly clean and clearly well taken care of, so this makes you raise a brow.

you figure the scratches were made by moving the cupboard to the side, so you do the same thing, trying to see if there’s a particular reason for it.

it’s hard to contain a scoff once you lay your eyes on what is apparently hiding behind it.

a safe hidden behind a cupboard. seriously? did he take inspiration from your father’s office or something? this is starting to get a bit weird.

the safe seems to require a code with six digits to be unlocked, and since the system and mechanics seem on the older side, you doubt it would send off any signals if someone tried out a wrong code.

biting your lip, you give in to your curiosity, and try out a few codes.

a popular choice for codes are always birthdays, often loved ones, and since mingyu is a complete softie in that regard, you figure it might be worth trying out.

you remember his father’s birthday from the tombstone at the graveyard where your father was buried as well. his mother celebrated her birthday last week, so that’s easy.

unfortunately, neither of the codes work.

fuck, what was his sister’s birthday again? you don’t remember. then an idea pops up in your head – she probably made a birthday post on social media at some point. you search the username and scan her profile, and within a minute, you’ve found it.

with your phone in hand, eyes going from the screen to the rotating dials, you enter the code, and the sound of a clicking lock causes your heartbeat to quicken.

it worked.

throwing your phone onto the bed, you open the safe, several items catching your eye.

there’s quite some things in there considering it’s such a small space. some stacks of money, a few vials with clear liquids in them, a gun, a passport with his photo but a different name – what the fuck is this? his backup plan to start a new life in case he needs it? that’s close to paranoid, especially for a guy who seemingly has no enemies.

behind the piles of dollar bills, you find a few old-fashioned cassette recorders stacked up, each of them numbered from one to ten.

as your curiosity gets the better of you once more, you take the recorders out of the safe and put them on the floor, where you sit down to listen to whatever’s on them.

you click the button at the back of the device, noise beginning to crack through the small speaker.

“i know recording myself confessing to something as grave as this could be my downfall, but… it’s something i need to get off my chest. i need to.” your hear him inhale sharply. “i’m setting a plan in motion that will lead to someone’s death. it’s not something i’m proud of, but he’s threatening my family. i don’t know what else to do.”

your eyes widen as you listen to the rest of the tape. he’s talking about killing your father, using a poison to take him out. once it’s finished, you look for the second tape with shaky fingers.

“getting it done shouldn’t be hard. the real issue is having an alibi, and if necessary, i need someone to put the blame on. the death of someone as important as him will draw attention, so should they assume he didn’t die of natural causes, they’re gonna want to convict someone. i can only think of one person who fits the criteria — his daughter.”

it’s like the confirmation you’ve been waiting for. this is what he’s been hiding all this time. of course he didn’t want to help you without an ulterior motive.

your heart breaks the moment he says it. just how much of a fool have you been?

“we’ve always hated eachother. looking back, i’m not sure how it started, but it did. she’s the only one who could have a solid motive. i don’t want to frame her, or anyone for that matter, but if the police decide it’s not an accident, i’ll have no other choice. maybe her lawyer can find a way around it.”

tape three.

“the plan is to pretend i have a lead on the killer when i’m actually planting fake evidence to make her seem like the culprit. i talked to her in the graveyard today, but she completely lashed out at me. it’s hard to tell who she hates more — me, her father, or herself. though i didn't know her hatred for me ran this deep, nor that she was this lonely. i kind of feel for her.”

tape four.

“she just agreed to be my date to the gala next week, though she's certainly not thrilled about it. understandably so, i guess. she's quite intimidating when she’s mad. maybe i should take notes, seeing how she always stands so firmly on business.”

tape five.

“i didn’t think she’d go as far as to go through my room. she’s more determined than i gave her credit for. god, i could barely keep it together when she said whoever killed her father did her a favor. it’s maybe the only good thing about this whole mess. i wanted to scream, tell her that it was me who did her that favor.”

tape six.

“leave it to her to interrupt a stripper’s lap dance and take me with her instead. the man taking money out of her father’s account was hired by me — i needed to subtly prove to her that it couldn’t have been me, ‘cause i was at the other side of the city when it happened. i was curious to see if she’d take the bait, and she did. she mentioned something about wanting someone who would let her be… uninhibited. it scared and surprised me; mostly because i want the exact same.”

tape seven.

“we broke into her father’s office together. it was… thrilling. exciting. she keeps surprising me with how daring she is. somewhere underneath that hard surface hides someone who’s aching for adventure, i think. maybe we’re more similar than i thought. and she’s so clever, i just—i like her. like, platonically, of course. we work well together. i should probably be more careful, try not to get too close. who knows what that might lead to.”

tape eight.

“i kissed her. i fucking kissed her. well, she kissed me first, but… i kept it going. not just a little peck, no, a full-on makeout session. it was… the type of kiss they talk about in the romance novels. i’ve never felt that big of a need to kiss someone before. and she’s so gorgeous, too. i wonder if she’s thinking about it as much as i am right now.”

tape nine.

“wonwoo says i have feelings for her, in a way. i… i feel like there’s no going back if i acknowledge it. but there's something about her, it's like... i'm not sure. like she and i are on the same wavelength. we’re so different yet so similar.”

tape ten.

“the police are tightening their grip. they wanna name the culprit, and fast. i’ve thought of turning myself in, but i’ll ruin the family name if i do that. my mom and sister will be cast out if that happens. and then there’s… her. god, she’s become so special to me. i can’t go through with it — i can’t. the idea of losing her makes me feel suffocated. fuck, i don’t know what to do.”

and just like that, you close your eyes for a moment.

everything falls into place.

putting the final tape to the side, your cheeks are wet from the tears that have been silently rolling down your cheeks ever since you hit the first play button.

he doesn’t really like you — of course he doesn’t. he’s just using you for his own gain, to cover up his crime.

it’s then that the heavy sobs come out. you utterly fall apart, feeling weak and manipulated and alone.

terrifyingly alone, more than ever before.

but you force yourself to stop crying by telling yourself that you won’t allow him to use you anymore. you need to be steps ahead of him now that he’s not aware of you knowing this information, so you wipe your tears away and play all the tapes again, but this time with your phone making recordings of each one of them.

overcome by your emotions, you feel ready to throw up.

whatever you’re about to do, it’ll probably come back to bite you in the ass later, but you don’t care. not anymore. everything’s already gone to hell anyways.

when mingyu arrives at his apartment a few hours later, it’s empty. he frowns when noticing that your clothes and things you had lying around are all gone, but shrugs it off, believing you probably had a good reason for taking them back home.

but when he calls you the next day, you don’t pick up. you don’t answer any of his texts. your staff by the gate tells him that no visitors are allowed into the driveway, meaning he can’t even get to your front door anymore.

something’s happened. he just doesn’t know what.

long after he’s had his dinner, the rain comes pouring down from the dark clouds in the sky, thunder rumbling in the distance as you make your way to the front door of mingyu’s apartment.

he instantly notices something is very wrong once he lays eyes on you. you look like you’ve just gone through hell and back.

you let yourself in before he can say anything, so he closes the door behind you, confusion painted across his face. “i’ve been calling you — what’s going on? did something happen?”

oh, the question immediately pisses you off even more than you already are. this is about to be fun. “well, you’d know.” you grumble.

“know what?”

“that you killed my fucking father.”

the words strike like lightning. you finding out about the truth certainly wasn’t part of the plan, and since you seem so convinced, he doesn’t have much faith in trying to convince you of his innocence.

when his surprised expression fades, you finally see the truth written all over his face. his jaw is clenched tight, lips pressed together into a thin line, and he suddenly looks very guilty. “how… how did you find out?”

“the tapes. who the fuck records their own confession to murder? were you trying to get me to find out?” you rhetorically ask, eyes blazing fire.

mingyu huffs to himself. he knew he shouldn’t have kept those tapes — fuck.

“look, i—” he swallows, attempting to mend the situation, but you don’t let him speak.

“no. you’re going to tell me exactly what you did and why you did it. you owe me that much.”

he flinches, closing his eyes for a moment, lowering his head, his way of showing he accepts his defeat. “your dad… i always thought he wanted me around because he liked me, but after all those years, that turned out to be a lie. i found out he was blackmailing my mom with evidence of my father’s wrongdoings before his passing — fraud, embezzlement, all of that. we’re talking millions of dollars here. the damage it would’ve done to my family if that ever came out… it’s something i had to prevent. hell, i wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one behind my dad’s car accident. so i did what i thought was necessary.”

you can only scoff. “of course. how noble of you.”

“i’m sorry.” he tells you, but it’s a lie. your father was a despicable man, loved by no one. not really, anyway.

“if you’re going to lie to me, at least do it well.” you scold him, turning away from him for a moment, looking at the rain outside through the large windows of his apartment. “how did you kill him? i wanna hear you say it.”

“can’t we talk about—”

interrupting him, you turn around, the pistol from his safe in your hand, and it’s pointed at him. he anxiously awaits your next move.

“don’t make me ask again. i don’t particularly feel like repeating myself.”

he shudders at the view of the gun pointed at him, but does what you tell him to. “i poisoned him. he had no idea, didn’t suspect me at all. i told him to go home, so he’d die there.”

“where i would be, too. perfect plan, huh?”

“the plan was to make it look like a death from natural causes. the poison would be out of his system by the time the authorities were to perform the autopsy on his body — but then they found him dangling from the ceiling instead. that wasn’t my doing, so i figured the poison got to him to the point he wanted a quicker way out. you were there, with a reasonable motive. i panicked and made a choice.”

inhaling sharply, your eye twitches. “you chose to frame me.”

“i was going to.”

“oh, give me a break. don’t start acting like you care about me, now.”

“except i do. it was different in the beginning — but then i just—i didn’t remember why i hated you. i couldn’t even fathom a possible reason to. i started liking being around you, and you felt it too. i know you did, you said it yourself.” he pleads, getting closer to you, not giving a damn that the barrel of the gun is touching his chest at this point.

a tear escapes your eye, but your anger is still there. “you know what the thing is, mingyu? i don’t even care that you killed him. hell, if you had come to me after our interrogations and confessed that it was you, i would’ve thanked you. what i care about is that you took advantage of me when i was vulnerable, and that you made me feel like i mattered to you when you were all just doing it for your own gain.”

it’s like you’ve ripped his heart out of his chest. he wishes he could make you understand that you’ve made him feel more alive than anyone he’s ever met, that you’ve grown to mean so much to him in a ridiculously short span of time. that he’d go to hell and back to protect you now.

“you matter to me. more than anyone else.”

all you can do is let out a sarcastic fit of laughter; you don’t trust a single word that comes out of his mouth. “i need you to tell me something. did you sleep with me because you actually wanted to or because you felt like you had to in order to manipulate me to get closer to you?”

he seems appalled at what you’re implying. “of course i wanted to. all i ended up wanting was you—”

“don’t you fucking lie to me!” you burst out angrily, at which he flinches, but his frustration brings him to confess his true feelings.

“it’s not a lie, because i’m in love with you!” he raises his voice in desperation, “i don’t care if you shoot me right here, right now. it won’t change how i feel about you.”

your heart shatters even more, because he sounds so genuine, yet it doesn’t make you feel the way it should.

the words should probably bring some kind of twisted comfort, but they feel like a gut punch instead. you grab your chest to stop yourself from hyperventilating. “at least i was right at the beginning. the golden boy is a fucking murderer. you’ve played your part well, i gotta admit.”

he watches you breathily laugh and cry at him, and all he can do is stare back at you with teary eyes and a guilty face.

“please don’t say that.”

“why? does it hurt, hearing the truth?”

“i swear to you—”

you shut him up by pushing him backwards with the pistol against his chest. “you know, when you bothered me after the funeral, when i had my breakdown, i wanted nothing more than to cave in your skull with a rock. looking back, i should’ve just done it. would’ve spared me this whole mess.”

surprisingly enough, you simply put the pistol back in your jacket pocket, but mingyu is just as if not more afraid of you. your gaze is the harshest, coldest, meanest he’s ever seen it. all you do is look at him and he crumbles.

and yet he still wants you. he knows you hate him to the bone, you detest every part of him, and he still. wants. you.

and he intends to show you that, because he’s willing to throw every last shred of pride and dignity he has let out the window if it means you’ll show him you want him even the smallest bit. “i’ll prove it to you. if you ask me to turn myself in, i’ll turn myself in. i’ll do it, for you.”

god, he seems so genuine in it, too.

your breaths are ragged, and you feel like you need to get literally anywhere else, out of the suffocation that is this room with him in it. you barely even noticed he’d taken a hold of your hand until now.

“i can’t do this. just—just let me leave.”

he does.

the moment the door slams shut behind you, he has to grab the nearest object to hold himself up, leaving him wondering what the hell just happened.

x. WHEN IS A MONSTER NOT A MONSTER?

the following days are spent anxiously pacing in his apartment. what is he supposed to do? what should he say to you? what should he tell the press, that he’s innocent? guilty? what should he tell his family? that he killed a man to protect them and their reputation? would they even look him in the eye if he confessed?

he waits and waits and waits for his arrest to come, for the police to barge into his home and take him away to a cold, dark prison cell — yet the day never comes.

personally, he wonders if you’re waiting it out to make you feel as shitty as you’ve probably been feeling since the day you discovered his true colors.

nearly a week after the fight between you, he decides he can’t take it anymore. he needs to see you.

you doubt you’ve ever felt as miserable as you’ve felt these past days. it’s like you’re torn between hating mingyu for taking advantage of you and hating yourself for being stupid enough to fall for it. to fall for him.

because no matter how much you want to deny it, you did.

something you desperately needed was a distraction, which is why you ended up accepting wonwoo’s invitation to the event his father is hosting tonight at his estate just outside the city. with your little black dress on and hair perfectly styled, you down a glass of champagne next to wonwoo, who looks a bit concerned. “everything okay?”

the noise of chatter and soft music in the background only overwhelms you more. “yeah. i just… haven’t had alcohol in a while.” you mutter a bullshit excuse, not really caring whether you sound believable or not.

“i get it if you don’t feel like being here right now, with everything that happened recently. i can take you home if you want.”

“and miss out on your father’s celebration?”

“there will always be another one.” wonwoo shrugs, looking at you like nothing else in the room matters. he has a little smile playing on his lips that’s far too gentle — you almost feel undeserving of a gaze that loving.

but you don’t hold eye contact with him for long, because the source of all your current problems suddenly walks into the room — and he looks good. criminally good.

the red suit with its low neckline draws even more attention to him than usual, along with several expensive pieces of jewelry adorning his wrists and fingers.

“he’s here? that’s strange. he said he wasn’t coming.” wonwoo mumbles, and you do your best to keep your composure and hide the sudden anxiety that blooms in your chest.

“shame. the party was just getting good.” you scoff to yourself, replacing your empty champagne glass with a full one.

it’s then that mingyu’s eyes find yours, and even while politely saying hello to the elders greeting him, he keeps sneaking a peek your way, as if to try to get away from the people surrounding him to get to you.

oh, fuck no. you’re not in the mood to talk to him right now.

“i’m just gonna go and use the restroom, okay? i’ll be right back.” you say to wonwoo, hoping to find yourself a spot in the shadows where you can properly get some air.

you hardly catch his response as your legs are already moving on their own, as far away from the man in red as possible.

passing through a quiet hallway, you find yourself finally alone at the bottom of a staircase, and with no one else around, you sit down on the first few steps, a sigh escaping your mouth.

“did my appearance surprise you?”

as you recognize his voice, your blood runs cold.

looking behind you, he’s standing at the top of the stairs, his hands in his pockets. he appears surprisingly relaxed, even if his fingers slightly tremble against the fabric of his trousers.

“you have some nerve showing up here.”

mingyu purses his lips. “why don’t you come up a couple steps?”

when you finally meet his gaze, his heart skips a beat. your brows are knitted together. “why would i do that?”

“because we’d be on the same level. equals.”

“is that what you want?”

“i think you already know the answer to that.”

biting your lip to yourself, you get up on your feet, heels clicking on the creaking wood with each step. once at his level, you look at him with hostility – he only shows intrigue.

“why haven’t you given me up yet? it’s been a week.”

“i have my reasons.” you shrug, the anger remaining in your features. “what? scared i’ll ruin your reputation?”

his tone suddenly changes into something more desperate, emotional. “i just want to know what you’re gonna do. if you wanna turn me over to the police, fine. but do something, please—”

“you’re not in a position to be making demands.”

“i’m not demanding, i’m asking.”

“go fuck yourself, mingyu.” you snap at him, looking around you before lowering your voice. “what did you think was going to happen when you came here tonight? that i would just let you in on everything? the last thing i owe you is an explanation.”

as the tension continues to rise between you, the argument causes you to step closer to eachother.

his chest heaves out of frustration, because you make a more than valid point, but he still has his own interests at heart. “i know that.”

“so then why show up tonight? don’t bullshit me, i know you’re not here for wonwoo.”

“are you? what are you doing here?”

“what the hell is your problem?” scoffing at him, you intend to push him by his chest, but he grabs your wrists instead.

“you are my problem.” he breathes out angrily as if he were confessing his sins, his hands remaining on your skin. “everything fell apart because of you.”

“if you’re actually trying to pin this on me, i’ll hit you in your fucking jaw until it bleeds.”

he only pulls you closer. “and i’d let you. do you still not get it?”

his grip on your wrists falters, and he softly rubs over your skin with his finger, and you hate your body for reacting to it.

christ, you think to yourself, has he been standing this close to you this whole time?

the smell of his perfume plagues your senses, and a feeling you can’t quite place washes over you when you catch him looking at your lips, and you realize his one hand is slowly gliding past your waist.

are you really going to let yourself fall into his trap again?

“everything okay?”

the words aren’t uttered by you nor mingyu — wonwoo peers up at you from your former spot at the bottom of the stairs.

of course he’s been sensing that there was something going on between you the moment you showed up at the strip club, but this clearly confuses him, since you’re still supposed to hate one another.

fuck. how much of the conversation did he hear?

mingyu hesitantly releases his hands from your body, and you take a step backwards, both of you focusing on wonwoo. “yeah, i’m fine.”

as if to make the situation even worse, the fucking inspector that’s leading the investigation appears behind wonwoo, curiously looking at his two main suspects standing side by side.

the situation feels suffocating. wonwoo points at the older man, “he was looking for you. that’s why i came to see if you were here — i didn’t know you were, um — occupied.”

“i’m not occupied.” with the way you completely disregard mingyu’s existence, it’s almost as if he weren’t even here. you make your way down the steps, smoothening over the fabric of your dress and taking a deep breath to get a hold of yourself again.

the inspector glances at mingyu one last time before asking you if he can talk to you privately, which you agree to.

mere minutes later, you’re standing in a secluded room, far away from the rest of the crowd, arms crossed over your chest, a dim light flickering on the ceiling above you.

“i wanted to talk about the investigation.”

“talking to me off-record again? this isn’t a good look on you.” you sneer at the man, who puts up his hands before his chest.

“i know. but it’s for a good reason.” he defends himself, at which you frown. “i have a proposition for you.”

“which is?”

“i need your help catching the person who killed your father.”

pursing your lips together, you let out a bitter chuckle. “like i would know anything—”

“you were just speaking to him, actually.”

the weight of his words makes your eyes widen. this is the first time he’s expressing who he believes is the culprit, after all these weeks.

your breath hitches in your throat. “you think mingyu is guilty.”

the inspector nods at the conclusion you’ve drawn. “he’s smart, i’ll give him that. but not invincible.”

“what will you do? do you have evidence against him?”

“i have enough that makes me sure that it was him, but not enough to defeat him in court. he’s rich and uses that to his advantage.” he explains, sounding almost hopeful. “so that’s where you come in.”

“me?”

“what i need is evidence that even he can’t work around, no matter how many people in the system he chooses to bribe. you told me the nature of your relationship was sexual — i don’t need to know if that’s true or not. but i’ve noticed he seems fond of you these days. you can use that to get him caught. we can’t let him get away with it.”

his voice rings through your ears, sounding like a convincing whisper. biting down on your tongue, you clench your fists, the predicament you currently find yourself in making you wish the ground would just swallow you whole.

you subtly glance down at your phone for a moment.

the evidence is right there, on the phone in your hand. you’ve recorded all the tapes with your phone — the confession, murder weapon — it’s all the evidence needed. you could give it right now and everything would be over.

yet not a single word comes out of your mouth.

the inspector sighs, offering you a final sentiment. “be careful with him. people can be deceiving.”

and with that, he exits the room, leaving you alone with the voice in your head.

your next moves are crucial. you know what you’re about to do is risky, but it’ll be worth it. it has to be worth it.

once you’ve left the inside of the estate through the backdoor, the event continues for the evening while you ponder over the choice you’re about to make in the backseat of the cab.

shrugging off your coat as you enter your home, you still in your movements when your eyes find the stairs — the spot where the police had to cut down your father’s cold, dead body.

with your gaze remaining on the former crime scene, you press on mingyu’s number to call it.

he picks up faster than lightning, but you don’t allow him to speak.

“meet me in the city tomorrow. 10:30, outside your mother’s firm. don’t be late.”

you hang up right after.

fuck, you should really sell this place. the fact that your father’s wandered around here is more than enough reason.

that he died here as well isn’t great either, but that’s really a minor detail.

with your arms crossed, you scoff, a half-smile that’s almost smug sitting on your face. “if only your death had welcomed us sooner.”

the next morning, you lean your head against the wall of the building you’re meeting at, a cold wind blowing through your hair as you’re sunken deeply into thought.

it’s comfortably quiet, honestly. you’re fond of this type of weather, the white, grey-ish sky, the breeze in the air, some rain on occasion.

you glance at the watch on your wrist — why the fuck is mingyu still not here? what possible reason could he have to be late when this is what he was practically begging for?

just as you’re about to grab your phone from your pocket to call him, someone pulls you by your arm and drags you into the alley beside the building.

“what the fuck!?” you huff out, and then you finally get a good look at the person who grabbed you.

of course it’s him.

“i’m sorry.” mingyu breathes out, his usually neatly styled hair now messy, several strands hanging loose in front of his forehead, the stress visible in his features.

to be together like this feels messy yet weirdly intimate. a few strands of your hair are caught between your lips, and you feel his breath on your face, his hands on your body, even your hands find their way back to him.

as if it’s natural.

“what the hell are you thinking?!” you hiss at him, pushing his hands off you, backing yourself as far up against the wall as possible.

“someone was following me, i was — i thought you’d lured me here to turn me in.”

“you—” is all you can push out of your throat before a sigh leaves you. of course he’d think that. god, what a mess.

burying your face in your hands, it feels like you’re both on the verge of a complete breakdown. both lost, not sure where to go, not sure what’ll happen next.

you thought you’d found a sense of direction in eachother, but that fell apart like a house of cards hit by the wind.

naturally, it begins to rain right when you’re talking to him outside. sighing to yourself, you gesture for him to come with you to your car in the half-empty parking lot, which he wordlessly agrees with.

it’s pouring by the time you’re both seated, the heavy rain rolling down the glass windows of the car.

it’s completely silent between you as you sit beside one another, staring dead ahead at the street.

your voice is hoarse when you tell him your verdict on the matter.

“we’re gonna cover it up.”

mingyu turns his head to look at you in disbelief, but you don’t move a muscle. “… what?”

“i believe i’ve told you i don’t like to repeat myself.”

“no one in their right mind would do that. no one would help me cover it up.” he exhales, eyes moving rapidly as he tries to process what you’re proposing to him.

“no one in their right mind would commit murder, either, but that certainly didn’t stop you.”

well, you have a point there.

“just tell me one thing,” mingyu asks, hoping you’ll look at him, “why? why do this for me?”

he could cry the moment you do meet his eyes. it’s like he sees a different version of himself staring back at him. “because you did the right thing. i would’ve done the same. well, except for your little affair with me.”

with his heart beating against his chest, he gently touches your hand. “everything i told you was true. it may not have been real in the beginning, and i’m sorry for pretending back then, but it’s real now. i swear that to you.”

you bite your lip. “give me one good reason why i should believe you.”

mingyu can taste his tears at this point. he needs you to believe him, he needs you — and that is terrifying but addictive. “the tapes. you can have them if you want.”

“i don’t need them. they hold no value to me.” you already made copies of them anyway.

“then what can i give you to prove myself?”

“nothing.” you immediately cut him off, eyes blazing fire, but even mingyu can see you do share that sadness that he does, mourning the loss of your connection. “from now on, we avoid contact over the phone as much as possible. you’ll destroy the tapes, the poison — get rid of all of it. we’ll work together until we’ve covered it up, and after that, it’ll be like whatever we had never existed. we’ll be nothing more than strangers to one another.”

“how on earth would we go back to strangers after what we did?”

“by never talking to eachother again.” you respond, swallowing the rising lump in your throat, fingers twitching from feeling suffocated. “get out. you can come over to my place tomorrow, and we’ll… figure out how to handle everything.”

mingyu looks at you, and he knows you won’t let him in again, certainly not now. so he nods.

he thinks of what to say, yet nothing comes out.

so he leaves you in your car without saying another word, walking away with nothing but his mistakes on his mind.

xi. I HATE YOU LIKE MY OWN REFLECTION

“so, what do we do now?”

“our best shot is to try to frame someone else, then take them out of prison after the conviction and pay ‘em good money for it.”

mingyu cocks a brow at your choice. “so you wanna go and do the exact same thing i wanted to do?”

you can’t help but glare at him. “yes, just without the manipulation. don’t think for a second i’ve forgiven you, or that i will in the nearby future, because i can assure you that won’t happen.”

well, so much for trying to get into your good graces again. “noted. so, how do we, um… find a suitable victim? someone who won’t rat us out.”

“my contact in the police force has sent me a list of all the other suspects. we pick someone, threaten to kill them if they don’t cooperate. easy.”

mingyu finds your lack of filter both intriguing and scary, like a switch was flipped and you’re suddenly ready to undertake even more violent measures than him. but then again, he was hiding quite some things too. “okay.”

it’s two days later when you’re holding a now former member of the housekeeping hostage in your spacious private parking garage.

“you can’t make me do this! this is insane!” he cries out, and you roll your eyes, holding the gun in your hand as easily as you’d carry a bottle of water.

you simply shrug. “it’s not impossible.”

“i’ll lose everything!”

“probably. but you’ll also gain a lot of money, enough to get you a comfortable life elsewhere in the world.”

“no, no, i’m not doing this. you can’t make me!”

mingyu looks to you for permission, you grant it with a nod, and he takes your gun to hit the guy in the face with it. you sink down to bend your knees, lowering to your victim’s level.

“i don’t think you get it. either you agree to do this, or you’re not making it out of these walls alive. trust me, if i have to shoot you, i will.” you sternly tell him, attitude changing from casual to threatening.

your partner in crime, who’s still holding the gun, is beyond impressed. he briefly thinks it over —has this part of you always been hiding underneath the surface?

“or maybe it’s your family i should start with? i’ll pick it apart, one by one.” you suggest, feigning innocence in your voice.

it’s then that the man is finally forced to accept your offer, after which you smile triumphantly and tell him he can go home like nothing happened. mingyu watches the change in your behavior, leaving him wondering how the hell you’re the same person he’s come to know over the past months.

but it hardly changes his now deeply-rooted affection for you.

a few days later, you’ve successfully orchestrated your plan and set it in motion, with the man from housekeeping supposedly coming forward with his confession tomorrow.

it’s late at night when mingyu’s still over at your house, and he asks if he can open the bottle of vodka standing on the counter.

“sure. whatever.” you mutter, the stand-offish demeanor you used to hold up around him before getting to know him having returned.

he doesn’t like it. no, scratch that — he can’t stand it.

so he pours you both a shot. “i’ve been thinking about something.”

“well, that must’ve been exhausting for you.”

hilarious. really. he chooses to ignore your sarcasm for now. “in the car, you said i did the right thing. that you would’ve done the same.”

“and?”

“do you really not… hate me for killing him? at all?”

“no.”

“you hate me for… lying to you about it.”

“no.”

his brows knit together. “so…”

“again, don’t take this as a compliment, but i really thought you were smarter than this.”

“i’m just… confused on your stance on the whole thing. that’s all.”

taking a breath, a bitter chuckle leaves your mouth. “i hate it when people make fun of me, like — that’s the worst thing you could do to me. and you tried to get to know me, work with me, pretended to care for me, all while secretly knowing that it wasn’t genuine and you were going to put me in prison. and after i found out, it felt like you were just ridiculing me, for… i don’t know. giving in to you so easily. for being desperate to have at least one person actually care about me the way i thought you did.”

he processes your words with the heavy burden of guilt weighing on his shoulders, while you take another shot of alcohol.

well, he fucked up. miserably.

“when i created the plan to frame you, i… almost held a grudge towards you, like you did to me, for a reason i couldn’t even think of. i was going to be putting someone i hated in prison. a sacrifice i was willing to make for the people i loved. but you completely blew me away. as time progressed, i… couldn’t fathom i used to hate you, or even disliked you. even if you don’t accept my apology, i need you to know that i never… never made fun of you. and i’m sorry for hurting you in the way that i did.”

his heartfelt sentiment gets to you, and you hate it.

“even if i did accept your apology, what then? we’ll just move on with our lives as if this whole thing never happened either way.”

now that you’ve unintentionally given him a sense of hope, he downs another shot of vodka to give himself courage. “it doesn’t have to be like that.”

“what?”

“i still want you.” he breathes out, mentally saying fuck it and deciding to finally be completely honest with you.

the words seem to have caught you off-guard, after which you scoff at him once you realize what he’s saying. “you’re not serious.”

“i am,” he replies without hesitation, following you in your tracks when you stand up, “and you know what i think? you still like me, too.”

“no i don’t.”

now that you’ve turned around to him, you realize how stupid of a move it was to do so. with every step he takes forward, you go back, but there’s only so much room before you hit the wall. “you’re not being very convincing.”

“gyu—”

“i like it when you call me that.”

at a loss for words, you look behind you to find you’re nearly out of space. “i don’t like you.”

“and here i thought we were both being honest with eachother.”

god, all he does is look at you and you feel willing to let him touch you again. he made you feel so good — you liked him so much.

mingyu feels it. he sees you fighting with yourself in your head, so he figures all you need is just a little push to get you back where he had you, to be able to kiss you and hold you and call you his.

with his left hand, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and within a second, he’s pushed his mouth against yours.

fuck, it’s been only two long weeks since he last kissed you, but it felt like forever. this feeling, his touch — you doubt you’d ever be able to feel that with anyone else.

but something in you is still fighting back.

you muster the will to push mingyu away, and he licks his lips from the gloss on yours. both of you panting heavily, you shake your head. “no. we’re not doing this.”

“what? something we both want?” he breathes out, chest heaving up and down.

“something we shouldn’t.”

“why not?”

“because i’d never forgive myself for giving in to the guy who was gonna frame me for murder.”

he merely shrugs, downplaying the situation for his selfish interests. “we hated each other back then. you’d have done it too, you said it yourself.”

his words are true — but it still hurts.

“you’re a liar.” you say to him, and he knows you’re only saying it for one reason — to convince yourself to not give in to what you really want.

“yeah. and so are you.”

that is what momentarily causes your brain to shut down. “what?”

his hand cups your jaw. you can feel his breath on your bare skin, his gaze on your body, shamelessly checking you out before he meets your eyes again. “what we had was real. you make everyone else in my life seem like… nothing.”

“oh, so i’m special, huh? or are you just trying to get back into my good graces so i don’t rat you out?”

his eyes keep lingering on the skin of your cheeks, your neck, exposed collarbones, and he doesn’t even look you in the eye while answering. “you can do whatever you want. i’ll still want you once i’ve gotten out of prison.”

god. he’s really that into you?

“gyu…” you mutter, almost pouting, and he holds your face, nodding as if he understands.

“i know, i know—” his breathing is unsteady as he confesses every dirty little sin on his conscience, “i like being a little selfish, y’know? even when one of my friends mentioned something about liking you, i didn’t tell you, ‘cause i wanted you.”

you’ve got a feeling who he’s talking about. “so what’d you say to him?”

“i said you had something going on with someone else, which wasn’t exactly a lie, since you were on top of me that same night.” he barely allows himself to finish the sentence before kissing you again, putting all his vigor into it, and you decide to indulge both him and yourself this once.

he pushes you up against the wall, and you shove him away again, holding onto the cupboard beside you when you both catch your breath.

“what if i like him better than you?”

“you wouldn’t.”

“why? ‘cause you’re so likeable?”

“because he’d never accept you for who you really are, and you’d find him boring,” he tells you as a possessive streak overcomes him, “just like no other girl would ever want me and i only want you.”

“so i should let you have me because no one else will. what a compelling argument.”

“no. because you want me.” fucking hell, he’s pretty sure his sex drive has never been this high before. “so have me, baby. please — i’m all yours.” he rasps, pressing a kiss so chaste to your lips, they barely touch. his hands burn on your skin.

“maybe i will.” you mumble, which elicits the smallest smirk from him.

he rubs up against you. “you make me insane.”

“pretty sure you already were.” is the last thing you say before kissing him, finally giving in to the feelings you still hold for him.

the sudden motion takes him by surprise, but he regains his composure to kiss you back within seconds. you make him feel so sickeningly good, he practically worships the ground you walk on.

mingyu is always tactile, be it with his friends, family, or in this case — you. his hands are practically glued to your body, pulling you as close to him as possible.

and normally he likes to take his time when it comes to sex. but he’s just so hot right now that he needs some kind of friction, some kind of release. so he lifts you up to take you to your bedroom, where he wastes no time to plunge his fingers into you.

“fuck—gyu—”

this is all he wants. to hear you moan his name like that and watch you writhe underneath him while his cock throbs as he rubs it against the bed.

“you look so pretty like this.” he grins, curling his fingers to watch you squirm and feel you clench around him.

jesus, his pace is high. higher than any other time he’s done this before. the pressure in your stomach builds so fast that you’re almost overwhelmed by the feeling, at which you instinctively reach down to hold his wrist, but to no avail, because he keeps going.

“say you like me back and i’ll make you cum.”

even through the pleasure he’s giving you, you manage to pull your mean attitude back up. “are you that desperate?”

not only does he seem completely unaffected by the snark in your voice — he might even like it.

“so what if i am?” he shrugs, his fingers moving in and out of you while he kisses and sucks on the skin of your neck.

when he moves onto your jaw, he suddenly hits the right spot inside you, and your eyes roll back, a dragged-out moan escaping you.

“bet that feels good, hm?” he whispers, his fangs showing when he smiles slyly, “c’mon — say it. i’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

right after the words come out of his mouth, he threatens to take his fingers out, and you grab his wrist once more, this time to keep him as close as possible.

“fine — i like you.”

like a war general who just won his greatest battle, he’s beaming at your confession. “good. put your legs over my shoulders.”

well, he certainly is determined. he’s back in his previous position in no-time, now with your legs up, and you try to not clench your thighs around his head too much as his digits piston in and out of your hole.

your orgasm hits you within what feels like a minute, and mingyu keeps going even when your legs are shaking and trembling on his shoulders.

the drag of his cock inside you is heavenly. he’s a big man, and you always need to adjust yourself to him, but fuck is it good.

you always like the slower strokes best, he’s learned. slow and deep, to make you feel every inch of him, and he can bury himself in you to the hilt every single time.

“god, you’re always so tight.” he has to suck through gritted teeth to not completely lose it, ‘cause you’re clenching down on him so much that it almost hurts.

“that’s ‘cause you don’t fuck me enough.”

“we should fix that, then.” he responds, sliding his cock in and out of the pooling wetness between your legs, and as the minutes go by, you continue to find yourself in his arms, your body plastered on his.

it’s the ringing of your phone from the nightstand that pulls you out of the erotic haze.

mingyu turns his head to the side, the dark strands of hair hanging beside his head as he’s still hovering above you.

his chest still heaves when he picks up the device to show you the caller id. “you never did tell me what he wanted to talk to you about.”

all you can do is chuckle — a sound that comes across as if you know more than he does. “he’s onto you. thinks you’re guilty. not far from the truth, is he?”

throwing your phone to the other side of the bed, he pushes himself a little deeper into you, loving the way you have to bite your lip to suppress a whimper. “and he wanted you to give him evidence, i bet.”

“he did.”

“did you?”

“since you still have the freedom to fuck me — take a wild guess.”

this time it’s him who lets out an arrogant laugh. “i knew you liked me too much.”

“i could still do it, y’know.”

“oh, i know you could.” he bites his lower lip before kissing you so vigorously again — as if you’re the air he breathes.

xii. ROUGH HEWN BY UNFORTUNATE EVENTS, AND GIVEN BREATH BY NECESSITY

with the noise of the fireplace crackling, you stand by the window of your mansion’s spacious living room, staring outside as you’re anxiously rubbing your fingers over your collarbone.

the man you and mingyu forced to act like he was guilty of murdering your father has supposedly confessed yesterday morning, and yet you’ve still heard nothing. which is strange.

extremely strange.

“they could still be interrogating him.” mingyu tries to ease both your and his own nerves, but you shake your head, your back still facing him.

“something’s wrong. if it were convincing enough, i would’ve heard something. fuck.”

he gets up from the soft couch to wrap his arms around you from behind. “we just gotta be a little more patient. the guy knows what’s at stake should he mess it up.”

letting out a sigh, you nod. “yeah, i guess you’re right.”

just when he’s pressed a kiss on the top of your head, the doorbell rings — whoever that may be.

mingyu remains in his spot by the window while you go ahead to check who’s visiting you. your breath is almost stolen completely from you once you see who it is.

“coming to visit me at this hour?”

the inspector gives you a fake smile in return. “it’s important.”

so you let him in, keeping up the nonchalance in your attitude. mingyu raises a brow at the older man walking into the room, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“i had someone coming into the station yesterday — one of your father’s former staff. he confessed to the murder.” the inspector begins. “unfortunately for him, i said i’d already figured out who the culprit was, and so i sent him back home.”

“someone confessed and you didn’t think about telling us?” mingyu questions angrily, and you really have to force yourself not to show how impressed you are with his acting skills.

the other man in the room is less impressed. “why would i tell you something you’re already aware of? you orchestrated it.”

oh, shit.

as your eyes widen, it’s quiet for a moment.

“i really hope you have actual proof to back this accusation.” mingyu sneers, clearly hostile towards the man while you silently take a few steps back, slowly hiding yourself more in the shadows by the walls.

“traces of poison were found in the reports of the autopsy. it was disregarded at first because of the small amount, but i eventually began to consider it evidence when i discovered you recently purchased that exact formula from a dealer who’s been on our radar for a while.”

the hairs on your neck suddenly stand upright. is this it? is the person you’ve grown so attached to actually going to get arrested?

“thing is, if i were to arrest you, you’d probably be let go. i know you both have contacts in the police force as well as the justice system, i almost caught someone messing with the autopsy results — but despite that, i know the truth.” the man nods to himself. “and that is, mr. kim, that the only charge against you is attempted murder.”

mingyu seems confused. “attempted?”

“the poison didn’t kill him. you’re guilty of something, definitely, but you’re no murderer.” the inspector’s gaze suddenly shifts from your partner to you, a deep frown setting into your forehead. “the only player in this game that wasn’t making any sense to me was you.”

“me?”

“you know, in my many years in this line of work, i’ve found it a rarity to have a suspect possessing such an… inscrutible expectant stillness. the gears in your head are constantly turning, but no one’s really sure what it is that goes up in there. you’re an enigma.” he says to you, and you listen to him with a raised brow.

as you remain silent, he continues. “at the event a few weeks ago, when i spoke with you, i came to you and told you i suspected him to be the culprit — the man you’ve hated from day one. the opportunity to make him go away was practically given to you, yet you did nothing with it.”

scoffing at him in disbelief, you tilt your head. “that’s all you have against me? baseless speculation?”

“not exactly baseless. see, the autopsy report showed one more thing — he was choked before the hanging. your father was unconscious before you put that rope around his neck.”

it’s so quiet, you’re pretty sure the two men in the room are able to hear your heartbeat at this point.

mingyu turns to look at you with a puzzled expression, and you finally decide to drop the façade you’ve upheld for so long.

“oh, so what?” you shrug, finding the accusation bothersome at best.

the sudden change in demeanor catches mingyu completely off-guard. he can’t fully comprehend what’s going on here. “you—you killed him?”

you press your lips together. “whatever you used on him wasn’t enough to kill him, but it was enough to make him violent. he came home that night just—fucking losing it. stumbling over everything, his eyes were all red, and he yelled at me because he thought i was the one who poisoned him. ‘cause naturally, he’d never suspect you. my father was one to hit me on the cheek whenever he was really angry with me, but he’d never gone further than that. the poison must’ve worked him up so much that he lost rational thinking. so he began to accuse me of trying to kill him, after which he tried to choke me, but i managed to throw him off, and he passed out. and i figured it’d been enough of his torture, so… i hung him in the stairwell to make it seem like a suicide.”

the inspector nods knowingly. “you murdered him in cold blood.”

you’re quick to respond with your defense, though you don’t really care anymore. “did you not hear the part where he tried to kill me?”

mingyu looks like a kicked puppy when he processes your confession. “so you’ve been lying to me this whole time?”

the words elicit a scoff. “that’s real bold, coming from you.”

“but you—you agreed to help me figure out who your father’s killer was. why would you do that if you did it?”

“at first i didn’t, as you know, but you were just so fucking persistent. so i figured i could try to divert your attention from me. i was going to convince you that it was a suicide. then i hear the tapes, you admitting that you poisoned him, and everything made sense. but hey, at least i wasn’t trying to frame you.”

the jab directed at him makes him feel guilty again. “so we both did it.”

“in a way. though i’d argue it was somewhat self-defense. i mean, he came onto me, tried to kill me—”

“you made a mistake and you know it.” the inspector interrupts, making you roll your eyes as he scolds you. “you should’ve called the police. but you didn’t, you just decided to hang him instead!”

“he deserved it!” you retort, displaying the clear hatred you’ve always felt towards anyone who tried to defend the man who raised you. “i don’t care what you think. and you said it yourself — i have everyone in the justice system on my payroll, if necessary. threatening to kill a family member or two also works like a charm.”

it’s silent for a few seconds after you’ve revealed this side of your true nature, and the man just stares you in the eye before grabbing a device from his backpocket.

when he clicks on the button, you already know what it is.

he recorded the whole conversation, and you already know he can’t be bribed, so this is a real problem — because it’s the one piece of evidence needed that will destroy you both.

“you do realize how stupid it was to come here alone, right?” you ask rhetorically.

“what, will you kill me too?” he asks, and when both you and mingyu deadpan a stare at him, he knows the answer.

he’s not getting out of this room alive unless he forfeits the recording.

when you and your partner in crime exchange a glance, the inspector attempts to make a run for it, only to be tackled by mingyu once he’s reached the door.

one last sacrifice.

the sound of a blade piercing through skin makes you jump, your fingers twitching.

blood begins to trickle down his body, after which mingyu pulls out the knife and pushes it in once more, higher up in the chest this time.

“oh, jesus—fuck!” you gasp to yourself when you feel the bloodsplatters hitting your face and neck, and mingyu rips the blade from the inspector’s body, letting it fall onto the carpeted floor.

you both stare at the freshly created crime scene, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, mostly just annoyed at having another crime on your hands.

“well, that is unfortunate.” mingyu sighs, after which you press your lips together, looking up at him.

“understatement of the year. did you have to stab him that quick?”

“sweetheart, he would’ve locked us both away if i didn’t.”

“i guess so.” locking the front door to ensure no one can enter, you cross your arms. “so. are we burning, burying or dumping him in a lake?”

mingyu stares at the body on the floor before locking eyes with you, and it’s like making a silent deal — that you’re in this mess together, and only together can you come out of it, as bloody and violent that road may turn out to be.

well, at the end of the day, you suppose your father was right about one little thing.

you and kim mingyu are, indeed, good together. just not in the exact way he imagined.

after all, love can exist even in the murderous heart.

thanks for reading! let me know if you enjoyed it x

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pm!dazai taking reader on a date after school, but it’s somehow awkward! tried to get you a stuffie from a claw machine but failed miserably, so he shot the glass out of frustration.. something like that hehe ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

ⵌ HANGIN' OUT THE PASSENGER SIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND'S RIDE

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You were a horrible pair. You two were unlikely and the path ahead of you could have never predicted such thing to happen. You aren't sure why or how, but you found yourself the centre of Osamu Dazai's attraction. NOTE fluff, reader and dazai are 16/17, brief chuuya, jealousy, young love COMPANY No Scrubs

A/N wrote th is thro ughou t th e sch ool d ay ;3; forgi ve any mist a kes or rush ed writ ing !!! eeeeeeE EEEE i lov requ ests ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

It was embarrassing at this point.

You disliked bringing any sort of unwanted attention to yourself more than anything else. And yet, you owe it to the brunette by your side who attracted stares like a magnet.

" Owwh, fuck! " His drawn out swear accompanied by the stomping of his shoe against the carpeted floor. It's biometric, vibrant patterns splattered across a dark black background sickened you to stare for too long.

" I told you, these are a scam ", you attempted to protest against his insistence that he was sure to win this time, no take-backs. " Why not buy a ticket to the bowling alley instead of wasting it on these? " You remained temperate in opposition to his rowdy and indecent behaviour. You adopted the traits of an older sister, or a mother.

" No way! I spent too much to give up now. " Your head ached. " Look, if I keep inching it closer to the drop, I'll be sure to get it. "

And so, the poor joystick would continue to be abused, 200 yen being inserted into the comparator with every miss, Dazai's agitation growing with each failure.

It had been a sultry evening after school. Gathering your belongings and preparing to take the daily commute home, the pitter-patter of heavy footsteps ran behind you to reveal none other than Dazai Osamu.

He was somewhat of an enigma to everyone who knew him, even those that never exchanged a word with him knew of his name.

Dazai had a horrible track-record and even worse attendance. With a mysterious bandage over his right eye.

Despite his lack of punctuality and participation in classes, he not once has ever failed an exam. Many rumours circulated that he'd cheat - though no evidence of such was ever received. Others thought he must've slept his way to good grades.

Or, he was just inhumanely intelligent.

" Y/N! Y/N! " His ecstatic voice beckoned you to stop walking as he had finally caught up to you, bending over to catch his breath. " Let's visit the arcade together! "

You didn't know what possessed you to accept.

" Oy! Leave 'er alone, moron. Some people actually have work to get to after school. "

And there was his companion, Chuuya. Underestimating him is like a death wish. He was short. Horribly, unfortunately short. Sometimes, you'd feel bashful for the fact he'd have to look up at you sometimes.

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya's absence from school wasn't intentional.

No, not at all. Chuuya never missed a day of school on his own accord. His record full of missed days were from suspensions.

Often getting into fights with anyone, he has never lost a fight.

The duo had a dynamic you couldn't quite grasp.

And then there was you in the middle of it all.

Dazai had lured you into the friend-group about two years ago, when you were all put in the same base class and Dazai, in his extroverted glory, made attempts to suck up to all in class.

You listened to how the girls would swoon and whisper amongst themselves about the legend that was Dazai Osamu, and once he reached you, you couldn't be less impressed than what he had to offer.

" Oh, c'mon Y/N! It won't take too long, we never hang out anymore! "

His sad attempt at desperate puppy eyes lightened your day a little, so you thought you should humour him, just this once.

You didn't know much about Dazai and Chuuya's private life and you didn't pry into the territory either.

All you knew was that they were filthy rich and had a connection to the principal, Ogai Mori. Otherwise, they would've been expelled a long time ago.

" Let it go, Dazai. It's not worth it. " You put your hand on his shoulder as he leaned forward, nose barely touching the glass of the claw machine as he tried to focus on getting just what he wanted.

" But you looked at it! " He whined, digging into his pockets as the machine played a sound of defeat. " And? "

" And that means I need to get it for you! "

He insisted profusely that it'll be worth it, and you continued to doubt him. You've been standing by his side for thirty minutes at this point and not once has he won a prize.

You remarked to him that the game was purposely rigged, pointing out how weak the claw was and estimating the plushies within were weighing a little over the maximum capacity something so weak would be able to grasp for more than two seconds. That, and also how the claw would never close properly, inching in barely and dropping what toy it had luckily managed to hold onto.

And that degrading sound of humiliation. A squeaky, robotic coquettish voice repeating itself 'Better luck next time!' over and over.

Dazai was not losing to a machine.

Your stomach grumbled with hunger, and it was becoming clear that you both were growing with unrest at this machine.

" You kids still going at that? "

An arm propped itself on top of the roof of the claw machine, you looked up to see a worker had made his way over to you both. Dazai, did not look up from the game.

" I tried to get him to stop ", you mumbled, looking away from him. You'd always get shy at people older than you. You weren't exactly timid, but you were raised to be respectful. " He wants to win it for me. " It sounded oddly romantic when you put it that way.

" Yeah? You sure he can do it? " The man laughed at the truth. " So you two are on a date? " He overstayed his welcome and you began to wonder if it was usual for employees to wedge themselves into customers business.

" Yeah. We are. " Dazai answered for you, slotting in more coins for yet another try.

" Here, move li'l man, I got this. " Shoving Dazai away by the hip, the white-haired man. Begrudgingly, Dazai said nothing.

And almost with no effort at all, the man easily got the claw to clasp around the exact seal plush you wanted.

He must have been watching you both for a while to know what you wanted.

Although you kept assuring Dazai you didn't need it, you couldn't help the way your eyes sparkled as the man handed it to you with a smug smile.

" Oh! Thank you, sir! Thank you! " You took it from his hand with joy, looking at the fat cushion with adoration. It was simply adorable! You bowed your head repeatedly in gratitude, though felt it was simply not enough.

You almost forgot about Dazai until your ears deafened with the sound of a loud bang and the crashing of glass.

On impulse, you dropped to your knees with your hands over your ears protectively, unsure as to what just happened. Peeking through your tightly shut eyes, you saw that you were the only one to have dropped down and everyone else was as normal as ever.

Before you were even able to question, you uncovered your ear to hear Dazai converse with the man.

" How sad, I guess when you're making minimum wage you figure out how to make your job interesting. " Dazai cocked his pistol like second nature, and behind the legs of the employee you were crouched behind, you peered between his legs up at Dazai with wide, lost eyes.

Looking down at you, Dazai looked pissed.

" Didn't mean to scare you. Get up, we're leaving. "

The employee and Dazai seemed to know each other. You figured by the way the older man was cool about the whole ordeal, almost like he'd done everything intentionally.

You shakily rose to your feet, at a loss for words, and stared with astonishment as Dazai began to gather multiple stuffed toys from the now-broken claw machine and hold them in his arms after tucking his pistol away.

" But- you- the- "

You tripped over your words and found yourself unable to comprehend what had just happened.

" Not gonna run way with your Clyde, Bonnie? " The employee joked, stepping out of your way.

You felt this to be illegal. Maybe because it was. You did not want to aid in a robbery even if the employee was not actively stopping you. Before you could even act, Dazai grabbed you by the arm and ran ahead of you, dragging you behind him as he laughed, your other arm held tightly around the seal plush, afraid to let it go.

" Holy shit, I was so cool! " He shrilled, your shorter legs barely able to keep up with his strides.

" Dah-zai! " You panted out as he kept on running.

Your adrenaline rang in your ears and the heart in your chest beat rapidly as the two of you ran, jumped, hopped over valleys, onto the stepping stones of the river and through the bushes of the dark forest.

" Y/N! "

Dazai yelled out to you. At this point, many plushies in his arms had fallen, yet your intertwined hands never once budged open.

" Whah! Wh-What! " You tried to match his energy, but you were far too exhausted.

Finally, you both collapsed into the cold grass surrounding by large oak trees.

The night sky looking down on wild star-crossed students.

" I think I.. think I love you, Y/N " He said between deep breaths, both your limbs spread out as you tuned to the sound of crickets, the birds and the rapid breathing of one another.

You didn't know what you were thinking, or if you were even thinking coherently, though..

" I think I love you too, 'samu. "

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine D Saving You From A Group Of Vampires

Vampire Hunter D X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Terror, violence

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) Thank you for asking for more Vampire Hunter D content @bookwormgamerweeb I've been looking to write more about him but ideas have alluded me until now! I do have a second idea so keep an eye out for it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Everyone told you to get somewhere safe before the night falls. You had heard it through every town you passed through. The vampires stalk the night, make sure you're in the next town before the sun sets, don't get caught out in the desert at sundown, ect ect. You had planned to be in the next town, but life liked to screw you over as your only mode of transportation laid in the sand, unwilling to go anymore and the sun began to fall behind the sandy dunes. You sucked in a breath, trying to calm your trembling form. Your doom seemed to stretch before you as the sun slowly disappeared, leaving you alone in the suffocating dark. The first unholy screech made you duck, trying to cover yourself in a feeble attempt at protection.

Huddling against a rock, trying to keep your back safe. Darkness quickly over took you and no matter how hard you tried, your eyes couldn't penetrate the shadows surrounding you. The warmth of the day quickly left and despite the remaining heat in the rock radiating into your back, the terror was seeping the warmth from your body. You could hear sand rolling down the dunes, quick footsteps echoing through the dark. Your breath began to come in pants no matter how hard you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. Death was coming and it was in the forms of gaping mouths full of fangs glimmering in the waning moonlight.

Surrounded by gleaming red eyes, you closed your eyes ready for the end. You had no weapons that could take down any of the Nobility. You sat there, unable to do anything against them. You felt their presence leaning over you, feel the breath upon your fragile neck. When screams pierced the sky around you. Opening one eye you spotted wooden needles sticking out from your attackers' necks. Scrambling further away you caught a glimpse of a larger shadow making it's way towards you. A gorgeous, black clad man sitting upon a cyborg horse and a longsword strapped to his back. You sucked in a breath, rubbing at your eyes sure that what you were beholding was nothing but an illusion. You couldn't move due to the shock until this mysterious stranger got between you and your attackers who were still struggling to pull the needles from their flesh. He unsheathed the sword taking their heads in one fell swoop. The Nobility gave one last piercing shriek before they finally fell silent. Without a word the stranger offered his hand and you took it with no questions.

Clinging tightly to his back upon his horse, you buried your face into his cape trying to calm your trembling.

"Thank you," your teeth chattered.

He nodded the dull thuds of the cyborg horse's hooves the only sound in the darkness. You didn't know how long you both rode together before he pulled his horse to a stop. Dismounting he helped you from the steed's back and placed you back on your own feet. He didn't release you until he knew you wouldn't fall over. The adrenaline had worn off a long time ago and now all you felt was exhaustion. Your rescuer silently gathered sticks for a small fire and you set about to help him. Moments later there was a small crackling fire before you both. You didn't seem so afraid now with a light penetrating the cold dark. Now you could see the man who saved you even clearer and the moonlight could not do his beauty justice. He caught you staring and you tried to look away quickly.

"Why were you out in the dark," he finally spoke his voice a soothing deep melody.

"My transportation crapped out on me," you replied huddling closer to the fire as the thoughts of those monsters so close to killing you reemerged. "I had no choice."

"Good thing I came across you."

You nodded, hugging your knees to your chest. "I guess I owe you now?"

He waved a hand, refusing to look up from the fire.

"I don't have much money but if you can take me to the next town I can give you what little I have left," you spoke after several silent moments.

"I'll take you. I'm heading there myself so you owe me nothing."

Though he was trying to get a wall to talk, you could tell this stranger wasn't a horrible bloodthirsty man you were used to coming across.

"Thank you," you replied. "What do I call you?"

"D."

You gave him your name, but his looks and demeanor were giving you pause. You had seen so many hunters in your time and none of them were as skilled, powerful, or handsome as this one. You had heard of Nobility having offspring with humans, but it was rare. Was it possible your savior was a Dhampir?

"This may be too personal and you don't have to answer." You swallowed. "Are you a Dhampir?"

He looked away. the only thing that gave him away as nervous was a small twitch of his hands. Humans were cruel to Dhampirs. No matter their disposition. You didn't agree with people such as them, everyone deserved a chance no matter their species. Even some Nobility could cause good things, if they wanted to.

"Yes," he whispered.

You rose from the fire and made your way to his side, before you plopped back down in the sand. You stuck out your hand causing him to glance leerily at your outstretched hand. D finally took it giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It's nice to meet you," you smiled while giving his hand a shake.

Despite rescuing you, you really liked D. How anyone could be cruel to such a man you would never know. And despite the surrounding dangers lurking in the shadows you fell asleep and rested peacefully around the fire. As long as you had D around you felt like nothing could come in front of your goals. D watched you with curiosity, he hadn't met someone like you in a long time and it made him feel refreshed. Maybe there was hope for humanity after all as he felt your skin still tingling on his hand. He kept an eye on the surroundings ready for a new day to come and to see what laid before him.

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Knight in Glitching Armor

(Miguel O’Hara x reader)

🕸️ Entangled series 🕸️ ch. 4 prev part

(Another flashback in between part 1 and 2 of the chapter “Drunk and Crushing”!!! This chapter is important to that storyline :D)

Summary: After your physics lab ends later than expected, you walk home alone rushing to meet up with your best friend, Miguel. When you’re attacked in an alleyway, a tall, mysterious figure with holographic armor, saves you.

TW: attempted SA, mugging, mauling, beating, blood.

*to skip the attempted SA, start at the paragraph with the violet colored beginning*

My lab ended late thanks to a couple of my group members messing around and spoiling our lab results one million times before they were deemed acceptable. The rest of my group agreed to go to a bar after, but I promised Mig we would watch a horror movie at my apartment after my lab. He said he would be interning late tonight at Alchemax, so I walked off of campus alone. It was dark and uncomfortably quiet. The city was especially lonely tonight. I knew Miguel would come pick me up if he sensed I was in danger or in this case, walking alone, but I didn’t want to be a bother especially while he worked; a text would suffice.

Me: I’m sorry Mig my lab ended a bit late :( I’ll be there super soon. Could you text and stay on the phone with me?

…

Fuck.

I looked down at the chat, waiting anxiously for him to respond. The text remained on delivered.

My gut instincts kicked in, which manifested in the echoes of Miguel's voice in my head: “Don’t walk home alone, Y/N, I’m serious, especially at night. Don’t be annoying, just call me, and I’ll be there.” Yeah, yeah whatever.

I sped walked by the sketchy alley I always avoided. A tall man stood by the edge, leaning against the brick wall. I picked up my pace, when I felt him pull me back by my shoulder. “What the fuck?! Let go,” I screamed, pushing him off of me. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the alley. “Come on, I just want to talk,” he hissed through gritted teeth. I screamed, and pulled my wrist hard away from him.

He ripped my school bag off of my shoulder, then ripped my jacket open, pulling me down to the floor. He dropped onto his knees, now in between my legs. “You fucker! HELP! GET OFF!” I kicked his crotch and punched him in the face. He groaned and dropped his face into my neck, “You’re going to be fucking sorry for that,” he grunted, furiously. “Please, no,” I breathed out, tears streaming down my face.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a figure jump down from the side of the building as I fought with the man. He pounced onto the man, pulling him off of me and onto the asphalt. I stood up, then backed away, stumbling back against the brick wall. He beat him into the ground, relentlessly throwing his fists at him. I watched in horror, failing to catch my breath.

He hovered over him, tearing the man up, mauling and growling. His back was huge and muscular, flexing as he demolished his prey. His suit was dark midnight blue and blood red, glitching and glowing as he moved. Is that him… Spider—?

His mask suddenly glitched below his nose, exposing his fangs, his mouth ready to bite the man’s neck. He turned abruptly to the side, and looked up at me; his mask glitched back closed.

He slashed the man’s throat fiercely, blood spraying onto him and the brick wall beside him. He slashed the man a final time, leaving a huge bloody gash across his body, spilling through his clothes, as he immediately stood up from the momentum of his final blow. He took a deep breath then looked back up at me, then back at the body.

I dropped to the floor, backing away in horror. “Is that Spider-man?” I whispered to myself. No shit. “Are—are you…?” I called out. He looked up at me slowly, nodding, clearly expecting what I was asking. He still hovered over the man’s dead body. I stood up, pulling myself together, shivering from fear and the cold.

His deep voice began, “are you… okay?” He stood up; he was so tall, almost the same height as Miguel.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” I whimpered looking down at the bruises on my wrists, then lifting my skirt up to reveal even more bruises on my thighs. “That was— I don’t know,” I adjusted my clothes and straightened myself out, trying to process everything that had just happened. “I’m going to go home… thank you, umm Spider-Man,” I muttered, slowly walking away. I felt the tears stream down my face. My stomach ached, and my body felt sore and exhausted, like I had just run a marathon.

“Wait— Y/N, I can walk you home,” he called out, “if you want, only if you feel comfortable… with that.”

I hesitated then took a deep breath. “I just watched you fucking mutilate and murder a man, and now— now what? You want to walk me home? I don’t— wait, how do you know my name?” I replied, quickly. He paused then replied, “My mask has… face recognition,” he said, pointing to his masked eyes. “Oh, cool, great,” I replied sarcastically, nodding.

He tilted his head at me, “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you wanted me to watch him mug and murder you, then you know, just let the rapist live and continue walking freely around Nueva York!” he exclaimed, pacing, his hands up in the air. I rolled my eyes.

“I– I don’t usually murder, but this was… different. He was attacking you,” he said, firmly, looking down at me. “I know, okay? I fucking know he deserved it! I just— that was a lot. You slashed his throat!” I cried out, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m… sorry okay? But you shouldn’t have been here, and god damn it! You shouldn’t have seen this, or seen me like this,” he exclaimed frustrated and pacing. I stood across the alley from him, observing his emotions under that mask. “Seen you? You’re Spider-Man, right? This is how you’re supposed to be seen,” I said, confused and perhaps harshly. Seen him like this? Mig— no. Nope. His voice is too deep and he’s at Alchemax working late. He wasn’t the one to save me tonight.

“I meant— I just, I protect and I try to do what’s right, and here, that meant ending a predator, but yeah, sure, see it that way,” he said, sarcastically. He looked up at me, then down at his bloody claws, “Yeah, I guess this is how I’m supposed to be seen,” he muttered.

“Fuck, I know alright, you’re right. Thank you,” I replied, backing off.

“Don’t thank me. Let’s just head to your apartment,” he muttered. I nodded and adjusted my ripped jacket over me. We began to walk towards my apartment complex, which wasn’t too far.

“Why are you out so late? And alone?” He asked. I couldn’t tell if he was judging me or trying to distract me from the traumatic events that just occurred. “Late class. I go to Nueva York University,” I replied, pointing back to the huge campus buildings. I continued, “And… my lab ended super late, and the rest of my group decided to go drink, but I have plans with a friend,” He nodded, “I see. How do you like it there? Are the students friendly?” He asked, softly. “I actually really love it. And yeah, for the most part they are. There are always going to be pretentious assholes but no importa, I’m just focusing on school, and the people I actually value,” I shrugged. “Who do you value— I mean who are your best friends? What are they like?” “Do you always ask your damsels this many questions? Is this an interview?” I asked, slightly annoyed. “Pretty much. That’s the Spider-Man rescue tax,” he shrugged. I scoffed.

“I have Jenn and Rosalynn, and… Miguel,” I replied, softly smiling at the thought of him. “You’re… smiling,” he pointed out. “Yeah, no shit, I love my friends,” I responded, quickly.

“Is Miguel… your boyfriend?” He asked, slowly.

“No, no he’s not,” “Wow, so defensive, I’m just asking,” he chuckled. “He’s my best friend, he’s really important to me, you know, and I don’t want to ruin things.” “How could you ruin things?” “By telling him— by wanting anything more,” I responded, hugging myself and looking down as we walked in the cold.

“How do you know he doesn’t want the same?” he muttered.

“I don’t know, I guess I just don’t see why he would,” I muttered. Why am I having a full on therapy session with Spider-Man? It feels oddly natural though, like I’ve known him for years. Oh god, I’m delusional. The trauma is getting to me.

“God, you’re good, Spider-Man. You should go into therapy, you’re clearly good at this.”

“I just care, it’s part of my job,” he responded. “Hmph, I can see that.”

We arrived at my apartment complex.

We entered the lobby and walked to the elevator. He was so tall beside me, having to duck when we entered doorways. “You must never take elevators, huh? Since you, you know, have those red web thingies,” I said, pointing to his hands. I pressed my floor number.

“I mean, I exist amongst normal people too so I kind of have to function like everyone else to blend in,” he said, pressing the close-door button. I nodded.

The elevator arrived at my floor, opening to reveal two old women waiting their turn. They both looked up at Spider-Man in shock, then down at me. I nervously smiled, then walked past them. “Good evening, ladies,” Spider-Man said to the ladies, who both giggled and said goodnight back.

He followed after me to my door. I stood in front of it, fidgeting with my keys as he looked down at me. “So… I guess this is goodnight and goodbye?” I said. He nodded, “I— I’m sorry about tonight… but take this as a lesson,” I rolled my eyes, interrupting his stream of thought. His mask’s gaze softened, “Just don’t walk alone at night again, please. There’s been too much going on, Y/N. Wouldn’t want to run into you again,” he said dryly, awkwardly nudging me. “Hmph got it,” I scoffed, breaking a smile. Hilarious. I unlocked the door then went inside, lingering in the doorway to say goodbye. “Thank you for being there. Goodnight, Spider-Man,” I said, looking up at him. He nodded, his face hard to read under the mask. “Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams,” he said, softly. I closed the door slowly. I need therapy.

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[liveyun]

I N T E R L U D E : 2 0 0 9

pairing. yoongi x female reader / gn reader for this drabble

genre. fluff, baby angst

w. yearning. too soft for my soul 🥹

wc. 1.7k +

—taglist form.

this is a drabble from the haegeum universe. give it a read, maybe? ( but can definitely be read as a stand-alone! )

please refer to “ a/n ” in the ending.

His flushed cheeks are a testament to the wintry chill that surrounds him, adding a rosy hue to his already captivating visage. His nose scrunches up his nose at the slightly cool wind which brushes his already flushed cheeks. As the soft flakes of snow fall delicately upon his coat clad shoulders, he remains unfazed, displaying an air of quiet confidence and solitude.

Amidst the pristine white backdrop, his jet-black hair stands out, glistening as if it were coated in a thin layer of frost. Each strand appears silky and smooth, falling effortlessly around his pale, youthful face, framing his youthful features perfectly .

His once styled, not messy bangs are hastily parted to the side, giving a peek of his feline, warm brown eyes. They add a touch of mystery, drawing attention to his captivating eyes that peek out from beneath the soft curtain of hair. His eyes, when glimpsed through the gaps, reveal a glimmer of curiosity and a hint of his inner world, full of soft dreams and a longing feeling of love, and you're dumb enough to say that, too. His lashes rest on his soft cheek each time he blinks, and you fold.

His eyes are just so beautiful.

The contrast between his dark hair and the snowy scenery only enhances his striking appearance.

As an observer captivated by his presence, you feel an innate desire to reach out and brush off the snow that has accumulated on his shoulders and hair. Your fingertips itch with anticipation, longing to gently remove the delicate ice crystals that have settled on him. The act of doing so would not only demonstrate your caring nature but also allow you to connect with him on a deeper level, but you know you cannot. You would not.

Hidden behind the bangs, his eyes meet yours, and he gives you a smile. A smile which has his gums and teeth showing full on display, eyes crinkling close at how wide he's smiling at you. Cute, you think, and your cheeks heat up at the thought of finding your senior, cute.

Your senior, Min Yoongi.

But it is what it is, right? Stupid heart. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Whenever he approaches you, or smiles at you, or reads you out paragraphs.

Or maybe when he saves a tangerine or two for you. He hasn't still admitted it out loud that the tangerines you find on your desk often during the lunch break are actually from him, because a lot many times in the beginning, you've scanned over the classroom to see who's your secret tangerine Godfather, only to notice him silently staring at you through the corridor.

And you still giggle to visualise how fast he has turned away, abruptly, cheeks red like a tomato on being caught. Now, you didn't really need to actually look for confirmation whether it's from him, but you do enjoy the look on his face when you bring out one during times like these.

You find him devastatingly cute.

You know you're grinning like an absolute fool, heart palpitating like a damned drum being played.

Times like these, your heart decides to thump loudly against your will with heated cheeks and a fuzzy stomach where you feel—they call it butterflies, the funny feeling—occurs. It's as if a delicate dance of happiness is happening inside you, spreading joy with every movement, every word and every giggle passed in between you two.

He's two years older than you- you're fourteen, he's sixteen. But still, there's no icy formality as there used to be before when you met him. It's now all giggles and jokes.

Long story short, you met him at the basketball court, or rather bumped at him. But that's another story to continue, no?

“ Is that a story again you've written, Yoongi-ssi? ”

You playfully ask him as he takes a seat beside you, fumbling with his coat pocket to fish out a small, yellow paper, or rather, a sticky note.

You absolutely want to tease him for the flush that rises to his already pink cheeks at your teasing, because now you're bold enough to confront him with his short paragraphs that he writes to read out to you in the free times like these.

“ I— uh.. ”

“ I just did that randomly while trying to write a song.”

He looks so cute, so adorable, so homely with a small pout on his pink lips, his already pale skin shining softly. The chestnut overcoat fits him perfectly, hugging his slender body. Its warm color complements his features and stands out against the white snow.

The soft fabric of the coat drapes gently, giving him a polished appearance. He crosses the lapels of his coat over for warmth, and your cheeks burn with mortification when you realise your heart skipped a beat with the random thought that you had a strong urge to keep him warm with your arms.

“ A song? Did you finish it, senior? ”

His brows furrow slightly at the honorific you're addressing him with. You know his irritation because it's been long he has told you to let go of those and just be normal friends, but maybe you do like his pissed off face a bit more than you should.

A bit more than you should.

He clicks his tongue as a denial, shaking his head slightly, fidgeting with the small paper.

“ ..No, but ended up writing this. ”

“ Is it in English, senior ? ”

You absolutely love the way he sends a half hearted glare your way, but you know he doesn't mean any real burn behind it.

“ The melodies remind me of some certain emotions which..which I don't really acknowledge, at times. ”

Melodies. It wasn't really long since you've come to a realisation that melodies, mean his thoughts for him. Or, the music notes you often see him going through.

No matter if he's infront of the piano or not. You'd often catch him scribbling something on a paper with flushed, red cheeks, but on further inquiry ( and a little teasing, maybe) you'd get nothing but annoyed grunts, nothing too serious.

A new learner of English, he says, he is, apparently. But the small paragraphs he often reads you out with such fluency was already convincing you otherwise.

His voice when he speaks has a thick, Korean accent which is audible though each syllable, but you really think that it adds a dash of charisma to his overall voice when he speaks. His tone is light, fluent, and overall, pleasing to hear.

You weren't good at English yourself— but you didn't miss the times he would watch you with curious, sparkling eyes whenever you spoke in English. Or give a speech in some annual function at school, or achieved good marks in examinations.

But to you, you thought it was all just— practice and even a bit of instinct. You didn't even know what adverbs were. Well. Reading books of various genres helped you in crafting your vocabulary, and it's a good thing that you can use it now— but for him, you were a God. In English.

You bite your inner cheek to catch him blushing, again, as he fumbles with the small paper clutched in his hands.

Your hands itch to reach forward and hold his own, larger ones, which he often rubs together to warm them up. You give him a small smile with a nod, encouraging him to speak his side. He clears his throat, and after releasing a sigh, he begins.

“ Sometimes, the most elusive desires are the ones that torment us the most. We yearn for something we know is nearly impossible to attain, and the ache within our hearts grows with each passing moment. „

Yet, deep down, we grapple with the knowledge that we may not deserve it. The pain is twofold— a longing that both consumes and humbles us, reminding us of the delicate balance between our desires and our self-worth. ”

A moment of silence.

Suddenly, a realization sparkled in your eyes, like a shooting star illuminating the night sky. His paragraph was about longing something which you know is nearly impossible to attain. And it takes you almost a minute to realise that he just read it out to you. He was audibly quiet after finishing his little speech. His glance was down to the little paper opened in his outstretched fingers, hasty and cursive english scribbled on it.

You glanced back at his face. His eyelashes were covered with small droplets of snow, and you then realise that the fuzzy feeling, wild butterflies roared in the pit of your stomach. They reared high up to your chest, enveloping your tender beating heart in a soft hug as his gaze followed up to you, and you see the smallest of the smiles breaking on his lips.

But your breath hitches in your throat when you realise that maybe the yearning he just read out to you doesn't resonate the same way it does in your heart.

Your heart felt a gentle tug, pulling you to a different path, where your yearning took a different shape, with different colors and a unique rhythm. In that moment, you embraced the realization that sometimes, the yearning in our hearts doesn't always align with the yearning we find in others.

You shouldn't take Yoongi’s kindness to spend time with you for something which you don't know where will it lead to, because you know it's a path not so easy to tread on.

“ How was it, ____ ? ”

His voice breaks you out of your thoughts as you already find him looking at you.

You feel a genuine smile blooming at his feline eyes curiously peering at your own ones. He looks like a lost kitten, and you try the hardest to not coo at the big tuxedo cat infront of you.

“ Amazing as always, Yoongi-ssi! You used very high class words, though! I really love how you described it so well. ”

His small smile now widens to a whole, wide grin which has his gums popping out, nose scrunching in delight at your praise. His cheeks are dusted pink again, and you feel the roar at the pit of your stomach again.

You ignore the tug at your chest who deals with the crumpled threads of hope, again.

And that's okay, for in the tapestry of emotions, each thread has its own story to tell.

a/n : hello!

if you're a normal reader, thank you for reading so far. if it's possible, or if you want, let me know your thoughts 💜

if you're a haegeum reader, i just wanna let you guys know about the relationship between oc and yoongi more. i don't want to include the flashback parts more in the main story, though flashbacks like these may pop out of nowhere to let you guys know more ✨ however, the actual relationship of their past remains vague, or is upto the reader to decide.

also, i'm not putting haegeum on hold. because, i still maybe would write more drabbles / scenarios so regarding their past (so that readers get the connection between in the main story ) (no promises, but has more possibilities).

but the update for the main story— i dunno when. it's going to be long, and actually, it's quite a thing for me to write. there's a lot going on, so maybe the update should hopefully be done till late November (just an estimate. no promises. ) the ending I’ve visualised, i fear that it's not really the best or happy in any ways, and i have to work on it to make it presentable. but for now, maybe i’ll focus on writing my other fics with lighter genres. again, i’m not putting it on hold. it's still a wip, so don't worry 🤍 maybe or maybe not it can be released before, or even after.

feel free to ask for ask my muse / drop by some feedback / read my other works / or just chat !

[gemidoriwillbarelyusethisaccount]

The final ref sheets!!! I will be making more of this AU, trust me lol, but for now here are the remaining primary characters...AND a surprise extra :D

Loop - Takes the combined role of Riddler and Two-Face. Formerly going down the same path as The Playing One, they were devastated when they finally did defeat - and seemingly kill - Barrelman. Traumatized by this event, they believed themself impossible to rehabilitate, and spent a week running away from the House's forces who aimed to find and secure them even despite what they had done. Unable to die yet unwilling to live with themself, they took to the Favor Tree and made a new wish - to disappear and start a new life. A familiar voice, thought to be lost, beckoned their name before it was too late. An amnesiac who enjoys their new life, only remembering that they are not of this timeline, Loop takes the moniker of the Sponsor. They're more mischievous than canon, but are by no means dangerous, feeling a drive they cannot fully understand to never truly harm people. Relishing in their own mystery, they pull misdeeds in the form of riddles for a hero to solve, and uses the flip of their silver coin - from where it came from, they don't know - to determine their plan's next step, rendering them very unpredictable. They feel something bizarre when facing the Playing One however, as if something was out of place about them...

Mal du Pays - Takes the role of Scarecrow. Formed at some unknown time and first manifested when Siffrin was attacked by a thug in his home country and lost his eye, this is the inner darkness broiling within the Playing One. While Loop was able to escape its influence, Siffrin subconsciously feels the urge to continue his crimes not just out of fun, nor gaining Isabeau's attention, but due to an underlying fear that Mal du Pays had excarberated in their mind; the fear of being alone. Through the chaos, puns and destruction, it is isolation that the Playing One knows most of all, and fears the most - and Mal du Pays is what drives him to avoid it. In the event that the Playing One is infused with Venimeux, he will manifest as Bigfrin, in full control while using MDP's power. Otherwise, MDP will only ever manifest in other people's minds by Siffrin's will, playing into their fears and terrors.

King - Takes the combined role of Bane and Ra's al Ghul. His home country scarred by war, and eventually lost to a cursed wish by a dying opponent of his, the King was fueled not only by sorrow here, but also more anger. He resents the fact that his home is gone, and seeks to perfect Vaugarde by ruling it with an iron fist before freezing it into a perfect state, believing that stagnance to be what people need. Inspiring a widespread criminal underworld with his organization of devoted warriors and hired outlaws, the King would later come in conflict with Euphrasie, resulting in him being so badly wounded that he resorted to building a mask to hide his scars. He tended to his wounds by using even more Wish Craft - to create a new, augmented variant of Restoration Craft known as Venimeux, pushing his body to its limits while maintaining his cunning mind. He has a fascination for both Isabeau, seeing him as a worthy ally if he so chose to take his side, and Siffrin, who was also from his home country, having shown some usage of Wish Craft himself. He is the main antagonist, sharing such a role with The Playing One even though they oppose each other.

Part 1: Isa and Sif ( HERE! )

Part 2: Mira and Bonnie ( HERE! )

Part 3: Odile and Euphrasie ( HERE! )

Part 4: Loop, Mal du Pays and King (here!)

[spagyricqueen]

Fun thoughts and details

So, I like lore. I love Forgotten Realms. I have a shelf dedicated to adventure modules and game books spanning back to AD&D 2nd ed. I've been in this thing for a while. I played the original Baldur's Gate games when they were new. And Icewind Dale. Neverwinter Nights 1 and 2.

I fell in love with everyone's favorite pale elf. Admittedly, not because of his vampirism (although, sure, I liked it. It was a fun detail). I love elves. (I just think they're neat). I have a thing for white haired characters with youthful visages. It's a mystery, truly. I think I'm beginning to understand that my attraction to Astarion beyond his vampirism might put me in the minority. That's okay. I know I'm not alone in this, at least.

He's interesting. I love his growth as a character. His ability to work through his demons, show genuine and unexpected compassion, and remain delightfully sarcastic and hilarious.

All this to say that when I approach the writing of my ridiculously long fic, I meticulously keep in mind the world Astarion lives in, as if I were a DM running a Forgotten Realms campaign. I ask questions about the distances between locations, the topography, the climate, the socio-economic structure of different cities, history, alliances, enemies, religions, ecology. I subscribed to Ed Greenwood's (creator of the Forgotten Realms setting) YouTube channel and joined his discord, just to have more resources for information. I have the wiki open constantly (I really want to insert flumphs somewhere in the story - they deserve more recognition. Especially the cloisters, they seem cute). And hey, I may get a few things wrong here in there, as many DMs do, and that's okay too. If it works for the story, who cares?

As much as I love fun head canons, my brain screeches with, "But would that exist in Faerûn? Is that how it works?" and proceed to look up medieval/historical equivalents. Keeping in mind, too, that it's a magical world, where gods exist and they are flawed.

I keep a separate file open so that I can copy/paste words that have stresses in them, even!

Selûne

Faerûn

Ancunín

I like words.

Because I take so much time with such details, I have also gone ahead and rolled up a character sheet for Astarion in my narrative. While he is now mortal, he remains an arcane trickster rogue at level 12. In my story, he's blind, so he occasionally has a disadvantage to attack rolls and his perception (which is rather high) is limited to sound, touch, and smell. However, because of his adaptations, he's cleverly learned to use the Darkness spell to his advantage.

Starting at 4th level (subsequently 8th, 10th, and 12th), he got an ability score increase, plus a dual wielding feat (I flubbed this for story reasons). I used the level 1 character sheet that came with the deluxe edition of the game, and used those as his base stats (ignoring that there were probably already applied modifiers).

Here are the new stats I gave him.

STR: 8 (-1)

DEX: 19 (+4)

CON: 14 (+2)

INT: 17 (+3)

WIS: 15 (+2)

CHA: 13 (+1)

Based on these stats, in my narrative, Astarion has an improved memory (INT) out of necessity, and has become more measured in his decisions (WIS) as a result of his condition, forcing him to think through his actions with caution. His spells are limited to those that don't require line of sight (except I did have him blindly shoot a fire bolt at a barrel during those Underdark shenanigans because PLOT). And he can't use ranged weapons. But I think he's still a very interesting rogue.

Yes, this is a long post to explain how Astarion has grown as a person in my story. Because I am nerd.

[souma-stars]

🌿🌹KEITO HASUMI THE VAMPIRE🌹🌿

keito hasumi x fem reader

au

warnings: slightly nsfw-ish, yandere, slight horror, biting

word count: 1.6k

a/n: ok keito is kinda ooc but its bc of the vampire charm ya know. also this one is super long so i added a word count :D i had so much fun writing this i hope y’all enjoy!

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You were invited to a banquet held at Sakuma Residence, a mansion that had seemed to stretch from one end of the Earth to the other. It was a celebration for a vampire tradition significant to the Sakuma family, but many were invited and were dressed to impress. Ladies in lavish ball gowns and men in neat and fitting tuxedos. Nothing about this banquet screamed poor.

You had heard rumors circling around that there were actual vampires among the guests invited to the banquet. They could not be easily distinguished from normal humans, but if recognized, it would be best to avoid encountering them as they could change your life right before you know it.

These mysterious rumors made you wary and a bit afraid, but at the same time excitement was pumping through your heart. As you danced through the night, taking turns with different strangers, you wondered if you were yet to encounter a real vampire, or if you had already met one.

Eventually the clock had struck midnight, and the deep, rich sound of a bell echoed throughout the hall. It was already the next day, but the night was far from over.

As you danced, a distant figure caught your attention. It was a man with dark-green hair and glasses, who was standing alone with crossed arms. He seemed to be watching something that was in your direction, but you denied that it could possibly be you.

Until a few more dances later, as you were in the midst of switching partners, a hand was outstretched in front of you. You looked to see who it was, and low and behold, it was the man.

"My lady, may I be honored to have this dance?" The man asked courteously with a small smile on his face. Your face began heating up. He was the only person that night that had actually asked for a dance. Throughout the night you were simply transitioning between partners with no formalities.

You took a breathe and said smiling, "Yes, you may."

The man smiled and gently took your hand within his, pulling you close to him as his other arm wrapped itself softly around your waist. You placed one hand on his chest and looked up to admire your partner.

From afar, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was handsome, but now that you were this close, you could see how all of his features aligned. Now you were not only charmed by his polite demeanor, but you were also charmed by his handsome features. Your heart raced as you thought about this man and wondered if there could be more to this night.

"My lady, I am delighted to be dancing with you tonight. May I get to know your name?" the man had asked.

"O-oh yes I am delighted as well! My name is y/n. What is your name?" You blurted nervously as you were brought back to reality.

"My name is Keito Hasumi. It is a pleasure getting to know you, y/n," he stated coolly.

"It's a pleasure getting to know you too, Keito," you said with a shy smile.

Keito Hasumi was his name, and you made sure not to forget it. As you two continued to converse, you gazed into his lime-green eyes and felt yourself falling deeper. Unfortunately, what had remained out of your sight were the fangs behind his lips.

Before you knew it, your dance had come to an end. Keito slowly released you and held one of your hands to his lips for a small kiss.

"It was a pleasure dancing with you, y/n. I hope we can meet again soon," Keito said as he let go of your hand and smiled at your slightly saddened face.

"I hope to see you again too," you whispered with a small smile.

And like a swift breeze, he was out of sight. You were lost for a second and had felt slight panic in your chest as you hoped to not lose him. Though you were sad, you had truly hoped that you would meet again that night.

Little would you know, you would.

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After a few more rounds of dancing, you felt yourself getting exhausted for the first time this night. You left the dance floor in search of a restroom where you could be alone and away from the the extravagant orchestra and the chattering voices.

As you turned this way and that throughout the dimly-lit halls, the silence began to creep up on you and you wondered if you actually knew where you were going. In efforts to remain calm, you opened doors and peeped inside to see if you had found the restroom, but to no avail, you remained lost.

The hallways became more dim as you wandered through unexplored territory. You knew for sure you were lost, so now you searched with hopes to find a person to help you. As you closed the door to a room you looked into, you suddenly felt a cold breath tickle your ear.

"Y/n." a familiar voice whispered.

You gasped and turned around to meet Keito's face inches away from yours. You nearly let out a scream before his hand covered your mouth as he dragged you into a nearby room.

You found yourself on the wooden floors of an old bedroom, directly within the moonlight that shone through the large glass windows. Your heart raced at the sudden change of scenery as well as the sudden appearance of the man. You were secretly a bit happy that you were able to see him again, but you couldn't push away the fear in your heart.

Keito held you within his arms as his face inched closer to yours. He cupped your cheek with his hand and shifted your face so your eyes could meet his.

"Y/n, I'm happy to see you again. Are you glad to see me too?" Keito asked softly.

You couldn't get a word out. Thoughts about the mere distance between you two had completely clouded your brain. All you could do was stare hopelessly into those lime-green eyes.

Keito chuckled, revealing his fangs that glinted in the moonlight. Your eyes widened when they shifted to the source of the glinting. The truth hit you hard: Keito was a vampire. Now you were frozen and shaking with fear, your heart nearly exploding out of your chest as fear crept up within you. You didn't think vampires were actually real, did you? You had no clue of what they could be capable of. You won't die, will you...?

Keito tightened his grip around you as his expression became serious and his eyes locked on yours.

"I've waited so long to have you, y/n. You could not imagine how much it took for me to hold myself back... days and nights I spent watching you, dreaming of you, to hold you in my arms like this and have you all to myself, draped in the sweet scent of your blood... I wish you could just be mine."

One truth was already hard enough, but finding out that he's been after you for who knows how long? You felt like a deer caught in headlights, he had you trapped under his spell before you even knew it. This entire time you had left yourself so vulnerable, there was no escape to this and that fear haunted you.

"K-Keito..." you spluttered out shakily.

"Y/n please don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise. You're so precious to me, I cherish you as if you are the rarest gemstone to exist on this planet. There's nothing to fear, you're safe in my arms," Keito attempted to assure you, panic clear in his voice. The look of fear in your eyes, he didn't want you to go farther away...

He didn't want you to go farther away. You couldn't, you shouldn't. You were his and only his. He decided you were his. No one could take away anything that belonged to him. Now that he had you this close, there was no way he was letting you go. No matter what it took, he would make sure that you will truly be his in the end.

Your breathes halted as Keito suddenly pulled you into a strong embrace, holding you so close you found it hard to breathe. You tried pulling away but his grip was indestructible.

"Keit-" you tried calling out to him as you made poor attempts to escape. Every time you tried, he pulled you in even closer.

"Please y/n, please cooperate. I'm doing this for your best, for our best. I told you, you don't have to worry."

"What are you going to do-"

"I'm turning you into a vampire. That is the only way we can be together forever..."

You stopped resisting as the words struck you. You had felt it deep inside of you: There was no hope in trying anymore. This was the end. You lost.

Your body went limp within his arms as you finally gave up on yourself. Keito smirked at the sight of you surrendering yourself to him. He secured one hand on your cheek and exposed your neck, leaning in to plant a small kiss on your skin.

"Thank you for cooperating y/n. I'm sorry, this will hurt just a little..." Keito whispered into your ear.

You gazed soullessly at the wallpaper of the old bedroom, eyes barely held open by heavy lids. As you felt the sharp tip of his fangs touch your skin, your thoughts drifted from reality to another world. A world away from the banquet full of lavish dancers. A world where it was just you and him, together for the rest of eternity. The thought of it didn't seem so bad after all, did it?

The moment his teeth sunk into your skin, your vision went black. It was the end.

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[kinkscholar]

Taking His Fill

minors dni please!

service top!amab!reader x power bottom!vamp!vil schoenheit | ft. monster fucking (he's a vampire), stuffing

~3.6k

If you were completely honest with yourself, you weren't sure what led you to the borders of the Land of Pyroxene, or what made you cross them. (Perhaps the better question would be how did you end up there, but the thought didn't cross your mind.)

It was an eerie location, the soil beneath your shoes firm and the air cold enough to make the tip of your nose numb. While it wasn't vacant by any means — as seen by the smoke emitting from many chimneys, there was something about the atmosphere that filled you with the building tension that something was going to happen at any given moment.

By the time you entered what actually seemed like a town — the cobble path covering the ground and lights everywhere — the sun had set, making way for the moon to beam down upon the countless buildings. The town was quiet and everything seemed to blend in together. Your blind venture came with dire consequences. You had next to nothing on your person, little to no knowledge on just what was happening, and most importantly you were lost. The lack of people roaming the very clearly lit town square filled you with frustration. Rather than scream or potentially knock on the house of a resident, you seated yourself upon a wooden bench that looked over a row of stone buildings all separated by dark and seemingly empty alleyways.

Taking the opportunity to collect your thoughts, you buried your face within your hands, becoming dull to the world around you. Making it impossible for you to take note of the figure who emerged from the shadows. Even the clicking of the mysterious figure's heels against the cobble that only grew closer fell upon deaf ears. The being stopped before you, a long, pregnant pause as they merely watched your feeble attempts to calm yourself down. Eventually they grew impatient, this was clearly about to be some waste of time. As the person cleared their throat — you became painfully aware of your situation once more. Panic consumed you, sitting upright and your hands lowering to look at the person who interrupted your little moment.

Great Seven did you look. Was this even real? The person before you — the man was absolutely flawless. His blonde and purple ombré hair slicked back, black painted lips and and those fierce lavender eyes backed up with eyeshadow. his face was structured perfectly, like he'd been a greek statue turned to flesh and blood. Objectively handsome despite the icy gaze that bore into your soul.

"Are you going to continue gawking, or will I have the opportunity to introduce myself?" Even his voice was a gift from the divine. Though now you knew to close your mouth that had remained agape as you had stared at the man before you.

"You may continue." Clearing your throat, you spoke barely above a whisper as you felt your ears burn hot from embarrassment.

"Good." The blonde man seemed somewhat satisfied with your compliance, stepping closer to your seated form. "You're new, I can tell by looking at you. My name is Vil Schoenheit." This was the opposite of welcoming, yet you paid little mind. Someone so handsome took the time to come from — somewhere — to talk to you about something.

"Oh, yes.." You began after introducing yourself. You squirmed beneath his gaze, adjusting your posture and staring back into those eyes. "I'd just arrived not too long ago."

"A foolish time to arrive, no?" Vil was quick to scold you, but you remained confused.

"I'm sorry?" You didn't have much to say, in fact you were dumbfounded by this entire ordeal.

"Don't you know how dangerous Pyroxene is at night?" With the click of his tongue his eyes rolled, he was upset about something. "Yet here you are, roaming all alone. You should be grateful I stopped to help you at all." Help? Just what in the world was he on about?

"I see — Thank you..?" Your eyes wandered to your surroundings. Dangerous? You've really put yourself in a pickle now.

"Do not thank me yet. Come." His tone was demanding of you, your unyielding devotion — to blindly follow. So you did, you didn't have much of a choice, did you? Vil had turned his back to you, cape flowing as he began to walk, heels clicking against the floor with each step. You followed obediently, under the impression he was going to take you someplace to get directions, or a tavern — yet you ventured off the cobbled path with him. You could see little other than the glimmer of the gold accented his luxurious attire. Inevitably you stood before a large home. Of course it was a manor. This man was flawlessly handsome and stupid rich. You've scored — to some degree — but what brought him to take you out to his own home? Said thought plagued your mind as you were guided within the large home, and to a room you quickly realized was a dining room.

It was a strange one at that, a freakishly long table and enough chairs to seat a small army. At each end was a large, throne-like chair, velvet, red with a polished dark oak. Even the interior was breathtaking. You felt no bigger than a mouse as you turned to the man who'd so generously decided to host you. Despite how insignificant and pathetic you felt, Vil pulled one of the end chairs out, gesturing an open palm to the vacant seat. "Sit." And so you did, looking at him as you eased into the comfortable cushion.

"So what's going on?" You finally gathered the brains to question your situation which was most definitely too late. It was obvious in the way those eyes seemed to watch you with an intent you hadn't noticed before. Your mouth felt dry as he approached you at a slow pace, as if you were a cornered prey stuck beneath the looming shadow of a predator mere moments away from striking.

"The reward owed to me for helping you.. You will give it to me, yes?" He questioned, gloved fingers traced your jawline, moving slowly around your chair — circling you. As if to remind you of how helpless you were. Vil wasn't lying about the dangers at night, for the dangers were him.

Your breath hitched as your body tensed, a blush rising to your cheeks. "What type of reward do you seek?" The words slipped out softly, fearful as to what he would respond with.

"You." Oh, Great Seven. You were in for it now. All colors rose to not only your face, but immediately shot to your dick. He wanted you. This rich, handsome man wanted you.

You'd consider yourself nothing more than average, yet here you were — being circled by probably the sexist guy you've ever seen in your life and he wants you as a reward for housing you. "Okay." You spoke in such an awkward way, yet he only seemed to take such a confirmation with glee.

Vil circled one last time, standing before your chair in the gap between it and the table. His cold and almost expressionless face twisted into a tiny smile as the glint of his eyes only grew more dangerous. Was this the right choice? Panic consumed hijacked your brainwaves as your hands gripped the armrests til your knuckles turned pale. Vil only advanced upon you, his smile growing enough to make his fangs visible. Wait — fangs? This just only pieced together some parts of this messed up story, but now he was a monster in all of this, leaving you with more questions than ever.

You could barely breathe as the blonde brought himself to sit on your lap, straddling you. You were certain he could feel the bulge in your pants pressing against his crotch, yet not a single word was spoken of it. "Show me your neck." Vil was commanding, the captain of the ship in your mind. You had no right to deny him anything. Shakily, you pulled your collar down at your shoulder. The space was quickly taken over by Vil's head near the nape of your neck, the cool air of his breath blowing against the skin.

"Calm down, if you survive you won't have anything to fear any longer." How reassuring, he was great at this — wasn't he? You exhaled and closed your eyes, a verbal response would only drag this nightmare on longer. The tension that filled the air was pierced, literally in this sense, his fangs sunk into your flesh as you immediately felt blood being sucked from your body.

There was an overgrown, sexy leech feeding off of you. No fear or panic remained any longer despite the pain that burned throughout your body. Infact, you moaned softly as your hands moved to grasp his ass. Plush beneath your fingers as you gave them a squeeze — eliciting a groan from the vampire against your neck. The experience was near euphoric, your grip upon his form even tighter as you rubbed your clothed cock against him, lust clouding your mind like you were nothing more than an animal in heat. As the warmth slowly left your body you felt the urge to be inside him grow.

Vil fed and fed. You'd heard stories about how vampires sucked their victims til the point of appearing like a raisin — which you were certain was an exaggeration, not to mention Vil confirming you had a chance of survival. At least you won't look like that if you were going to live. Yet this was strange to you, wouldn't he be full by now? It had been some time, you mindlessly grinding against him as you held his ass. Surely your slowly drifting consciousness would say a thing or two — indicate he'd had enough of your blood. Was this yet another lie? Then you noticed it.

His attire was fashioned to fit perfectly to his form despite the many layers covering it, so the growing strain in his midsection spoke a million words. Vil was taking his fill alright. You weren't even mad or worried anymore, only watching as each minute that passed only seemed to bring more of a bulge to his middle. You were growing more aroused by the second by just watching this. What you were sure was a perfect form was rounding out right before you. Your mind took greatly to this information, hands quickly making work to undo the sash wrapped around his waist.

There was no doubt about it now, your half lidded eyes bearing witness to the very noticeable bump buried beneath the clothes, freed from the sash and pressing further strain to his vest. His coat having shifted to either side of his form, unable to remain closed due to the lack of sash and with just how stuffed he'd become.

You'd wished to feel greatly, to roam his body with your hands — but you felt so tired and likely your life fading as Vil had finally moved away from your neck, observing your weakened state. He didn't seem happy about how easily you'd accepted your fate. A scowl plastered on his face as he brought a gloved hand to your cheek, pinching it as some senses returned to you. "H—Huh..?" Your word choice was poor, but at least you were conscious.

"Come now, did you think I would let you off the hook that easily, human?" Vil chastised you, the hand shifting from your cheek to beneath your chin — tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "Not only am I still hungry because of you, but you've done something not one human has done before." He seemed almost amused to admit that last part, his free hand gripping one of your own and placing it against his midsection. What little blood was in your body rushed to your cheeks as they felt hot. Even through his clothes you could feel how soft the flesh was to the touch, his stomach tight from the amount of blood stored within.

"I take utmost care in my beauty, yet here you are, filling me far past the limit..." Vil's tone sounded almost like honey, only fueling your arousal further. "Unfortunately for you, I am still hungry. Your punishment will be to fill me." He spoke as if it were fact, your eyes widening slightly as you understood what he meant.

It seems a lack of fear after his feed was more so the mutual desire for you to fill him up further with your cum. Vil had removed himself from your lap, he began to remove his clothes before you before sitting on the dining table. He looked better than you imagined, toned form from head to toe, now sporting a bloated stomach. The way his hard cock pressed against the underside of his belly made you dizzy from how hard you were at the sight.

Some part of you wished you had far more blood in your body, enough to watch him push himself more and more. The fact your blood did this to him made you proud. So proud that your mind didn't register the vial filled with a liquid being held right in front of your face. "Hurry now, or I may reconsider your punishment." Your mind was lagging behind terribly.

"Right— sorry." You grasped the vial slowly, examining it for a moment. Thankfully, you knew this was lube without him needing him to scold you further despite your state being his fault. Popping the lid off, you poured some out onto your fingers, watching as Vil spread his legs before you and leaned back to expose his pretty hole.

You shuffled closer to him as you plunged two wet fingers into him. A soft moan escaped Vil as he shifted himself closer. Your fingers roamed his hole as you stretched and prepared him. The sight of Vil alone was enough to drive you mad, but the urge to fuck him made it hard to focus on anything else. He was already bothered from your fingers alone, you couldn't wait any longer to see what your cock would do to him.

After another strained moment or two of soft, barely audible noises as you scissored him had passed before you decided enough was enough. You withdrew your fingers, Vil gasping at the sudden movement as his eyebrows furrowed — watching you. You quickly removed your pants, letting them fall to your ankles, boxers following shortly after. Your dick was hard as a rock, pre leaking down your shaft as you placed your hands on either side of Vil on the table. Snaking your hands to his thighs and looking into his eyes. "Please, Vil. Please let me fuck you." Your desperate tone to be inside of him made the vampire raise an eyebrow slightly, his icy demeanor faltering.

"You may, but only enter me for now." You didn't need to be told twice. You poured the rest of the vial onto your hand and rubbed your cock until it was nice and wet. Not wasting a second you lined yourself up with his hole and pushed yourself in entirely. Vil let out the loudest noise yet, tightening around you as his hands held onto the table. You watched him with intent, waiting for permission for anything else. Every urge in your mind screaming at you to rail him until the sun rose the following day. You admired the sight before you, a handsome vampire filled with your blood. There was no doubt he was sexy without the roundness in his middle, but something about it drove you insane.

Your hands moved to his swollen belly, feeling it far better now with him nude. Vil seemed more undone than you anticipated for someone of his mannerisms. Strands of his hair had fallen on his face, his eyes half lidded as his gaze met your own. His lust was as heavy as your own. Out of curiosity you squeezed his middle. "aah—" The blonde was taken aback by the action, a hand placed above yours now. "You are a terribly greedy human.." He observed you before averting his eyes. "Move. Now."

Finally, it took him long enough, your hips jerked forward before you began to pound in and out of him. Your moans were harmonious with his own as they echoed through the large hall you've both decided was the place to fuck him. And fuck him you did.

"Vil— Vil—" His name came out of your mouth over and over as you plowed into him. Your name escaped his own, albeit he almost sounded shy. This only drove you closer to him. Having pulled him closer, practically placing yourself on the table with him as well. You grasped his waist with both hands, planting a kiss on his lips — not caring over smearing his painted lips. As his mouth opened you ravaged it with your tongue. His cold, vampiric form was in contrast to your human warmth, a perfect match was the two of you as your bodies collided with one another over and over again. You pulled your face back to admire your work after you finished attacking his face.

It wasn't long before how close you were was evident, as was his own. His broken moans ringing out as you groaned softly, nails digging into his soft waist. "Vil, I-I'm close– I'm close—!" Your voice cracked with a gasp. Despite all of the work you've done on him, he seemed so tight beneath you.

"Cum." Vil managed to muster through it all. "Fill me—" You came quickly, seeing white as you released your cum into his body, knees almost buckling beneath you as you orgasmed with him. He came only seconds after, seed covering his stuffed stomach and your own.

Your mind was blank as you slowly pulled yourself out of him, panting softly. It was basically the fact one round wouldn't do much in the idea of filling him further. But the two of you were already done for the night by the look on his face and how much the world was spinning around you. "Clean, will you?" The vampire's words were more of a demand than anything, he watched you expectantly. You leaned down and used your tongue to clean his form, not breaking eye contact with him for a single second. You wished to please him and witness the pleasure he felt, greed was only natural after all.

As you finished working your tongue you planted a kiss upon his middle before standing back up and smiling at him. Vil couldn't help but be charmed by you, though a confession of that would be akin to an execution. A soft smile appeared on his face as he shook his head. "You take punishment well, do you? Try not to misbehave or it will get worse." You were no fool, you knew well enough that this was an invite to stay with him at his manor. For how long? Who knows. You were going to take this opportunity though.

"No promises." You joked with him. The cold facade he carried had melted for the time being. It was reassuring to see, knowing you won't be dying any time soon at least. "Let's get you to bed." Confidence filled your tone, though there was no chance in hell you would be making it three feet without falling or running into something in your state.

Vil covered his mouth and laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh hush." In a true display of his magical capabilities he snapped his fingers, as he stood, a purple silk robe masking his formerly nude body. "You will not be doing anything, schatz." Waving his hand idly, he picked you up as if you were light as a feather. "You are fortunate to have met me of all people. There are others in the night who may not be so kind to you."

Even in your state you wouldn't consider it kindness, he was demanding and he spoke to you like he were royalty — you couldn't exactly say no to someone like that. Rather than speak you rested your head on him, painfully aware of his belly pressing against you. Praying that he wouldn't notice the fact you were growing aroused again.

The vampire took you to what you could only assume was his personal room, laying you in probably the softest bed you've ever felt in your life. Vil joined you after setting you down, allowing you to wrap your arms around him and spoon him.

"One day, could I fill you further than this?" Your thoughtless question made Vil sit up and crane his head to look at you. A scowl was plastered on his face as he shot you a glare. You didn't care though, the moon light against his face made it worth it.

Evidently, the smile you gave him made him back down, scoffing as he laid down again. "Ignoring your current arousal at this moment... I will consider it. Rest. I must have my beauty sleep."

You didn't need to be told twice, you buried your face into the back of his neck and held his middle as you savored the moment, hoping to do it again.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but thank fate for giving you such an experience.

[galaxyedging]

Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

New Year' Eve Drabbles

Warnings: Smut. P in V sex. Mentions of drugs.

The sun shone through the window. That was new? Wasn't it usually night? The statue glinted in the sun. It was a small old timey movie camera. There was a small but insistent knock on the door. Since when did they knock? Dressing in the robe from the foot of the bed, you quickly moved to the door, the insistent knocking hurrying you.

"Hello." You were greeted politely by the warmest smile you had ever seen. The energy from it lit up the wearer's whole face. His eyes sparkled with it. There was an incredible softness that reached out to you. It pushed you back into the room as your visitor excitedly swept passed you.

"Er, hi." You offered to the curls at the back of his head as he crossed the room to close the curtains.

"Better. We must be able to see properly." His curls bounced as he nodded in satisfaction.

"See better in the dark?" Of course. Javi. "What are we watching Javi?" You asked slipping over the arm onto the sofa.

"I thought 'National Treasure' then 'The Rock'." He busied himself with setting up the conveniently appearing TV.

"Sure, Javi." You lifted your legs into his lap when he sat next to you.

Javi remained silent and thoughtful throughout the movie. Maybe he should step out of his family's shadow. Have more of his own adventures. Be the star of his own movie.

The two of you slowly melted into each other as the movie played. By the time 'The Rock' started you were pressed into his side. Your breath tickled his bare neck. He turned his head towards you, your breath now fanned his lips until he closed the gap between you. The two of you made out like teenagers in the back row of the movies. It was all pretty innocent until the moans from Carla and Stanley filled the room.

Javi's bright eyes searched yours until you swung your leg over his lap. Mimicking the scene in the movie you writhed in his lap both fully clothed. Unlike the movie they were no interruption. The slow, steady rhythm of you hips rolling together carried on even when Javi asked you a question. "Is this what you asked him for?"

"Who for, Javi?"

"The Thief?"

"Thief?"

"The well dressed man. I was told he was a thief. I was also told he was a magician. Which makes more sense now."

"It does?"

Javi groaned as he pulled you closer on his lap, slipping deeper inside you.

"Well, yes. How else would I have got here? I asked for new experiences for my writing. Now a beautiful woman is making love to me just like in one of my favourite movies. A little on the nose but it is what I asked for."

"I didn't...oh god...I didn't ask him for anything. He offered me my desires." Your legs shook with your impeding orgasm.

"This is what you...d-desire?" Javi seemed to be close too.

"Yes. Kind of. I don't know. Oh, Javi!" Soon the two of you lay spent in each other's arms.

"Maybe you need to speak to him. You should find out what the price you are to pay is. I have given him a priceless work of art. It was worth it. This is surely worth writing about. The mystery. The intrigue. The sex. Although that was very similar to Mr Cage's work. Maybe I could not write about that but I enjoyed it all the same. Thank you."

"Thank you Javi. For the sex and the information. I think I knew more but I can't seem to remember."

"Neither did I. Until I took some inspiration." He patted his jacket pocket.

Before you could ask you were absorbed in the movie again. By the time it ended you and Javi were fast asleep. It was dark when you awoke alone. The bottle was sat on the table. With no sign of The Magician or The Thief or whatever he was. It was odd, he always came to you. He always cleaned you with his tongue, drinking down every drop of your release like it sustained him. Huffing in frustration you span the bottle. It swirled around again and again. It was hypnotic. You were so engrossed you didn't see them arrive as the bottle landed on the cowboy hat. Their present was of much of a shock as the lasso that landed around you and cinched tight.

[notasapleasure]

Doctors season 10 run (2008), Part 3/3

Episode 18: Don’t Try This at Home

Wooo here we go, rooting for him Not Dying in this episode (I've been burned before...)

This episode is being coy about the Dramatic Plot. We are officially in the era of Jackass: "How are we going to make a name for ourselves if we can't even do a simple stunt like skiing downstairs?!"

Here he is! Back in leather. Mourning gear? Jack is not handling things well! He is volatile and telling stories about teaching his son to beat people up. Matt and Jill exchange awkward glances.

Oh no, Jack's suspicious!! He didn't become a successful businessman by being an idiot, apparently: "It's time we got some answers..."

Ooh he's tossing tables! He realises he don't really know anything about Matt! Or Jill! (He has history with Jill, mind. Matt....I guess will remain a Mystery™️).

And now Matt has to go and take care of business, which leaves Jill alone with volatile Jack. He did just admit to killing her colleague in Newcastle though...

She's got him admitting to killing the cop (on wire?) but Matt's asking what they've been discussing like he's suspicious now....(did he do the killing?)

Matt IS suspicious: "What're you so happy about?"

Oh noooo he doesn't trust her. Maybe my theories are wrong! It's the leather jacket, he's gone to Jack's side again!

So they appeared to overhear her saying she had enough info to put Jack away but Matt held Jack back and now they're like "??? Where's she off??"

And....she very easily let herself be followed .... Six episodes of competent undercover work and then she drives off alone, lets herself be followed, gets out of the car in a dark, empty lot with the evidence in her hand, with no sign of her contact...and then gets shot!

And I was 100000x wrong!!!!! D:

Matt did the shooting!

Bye Eva? :(

Episode 19: Brick Teasers

Bye Eva :((

My heart is broken. Taken in by a no good gangster's goon just because he's built like a brick shithouse with the softest puppy eyes and he helped her hide a murder :(

On the other hand does this mean everything about Jack is a fraud and Matt was doing the Crimes the whole time?

On the third hand, this is just a way of letting Eva's boring doctor boyfriend get revenge, isn't it? Bleh.

Or maybe there'll just be nothing again, no resolution or payoff and imdb was wrong about him being in this episode as well. :/

"This place does seem to have a rather.....alarming death rate" <- Heston the posh doc is narratively aware.

AAAAAAAAA

HE FAKED HER DEATH

MY LOVE

I NEVER GAVE UP ON YOU NOT REALLY

Ahahahahahaha Matt was also undercover ok ok I did have my suspicions but I never wrote them down because that seemed absurd.

He's still undercover because he's after the bigger prize and now Jack will think his loyalty is beyond doubt :')

Aaaand he wanders off, too quickly for me to get a good screenshot. Bye Matt!

Oh my god he's like. Looking after Jill? Or her keeper now or something? She's dumping her boring doctor to go and live in hiding with Matt. I mean, same, Jill/Eva.

Love, if you want to run away with Matt, just say you want to run away with Matt, we'll all understand!

Also I was clearly right about the Leather Jacket Symbolism.

Also I see what you did there with the ‘prank’ themed episode writers, oh ho ho, very clever.

Review:

Dead? Astonishingly NO!

Evil? Also no! I mean, still a cop, and we know what undercover cops get up to, but not on the level of Jack and Callum.

Affects the plot? Yes indeed! Helping to hide the murder, then faking a murder. Very enterprising!

Hmm so 3.5/5. There’s a lot to wade through for the good stuff. And he’s barely in Episode 19 because they were hanging on to the twist, so that and the trauma of the end of Episode 18 knocked it down from a 4 for me. But good lord if I had infinite time and infinite writing energy it’s absolutely wide open with missing scenes and stuff going on in the background for fanfiction. And that hair. That jacket. The general ‘silent but deadly’ vibe. Delightful.

These episodes from season 10, as you’ll see, are all on YouTube if you search by the episode title. I haven’t managed to track down the other three episodes Joplin was in as different characters back in seasons 4 and 7, but I’ll report back if I do find them!

[profeyandere]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌. ─── ☾ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

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English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"I have no choice!"

The hoarse voice of your best friend resounded on the walls of the great room where you were and that is, after meeting Draco wandering the corridors of the castle as if he were a ghost, you finally decided to face him and find out the reason for which he had been so absent in so many ways. Your eyes had met at the narrow intersection that was on the second floor of the castle, your breaths had become agitated as your discussion had increased because of the fears you possessed and your minds had become a whirlpool of thoughts completely crazy that not even your techniques to relieve tension had served to calm you down. Nothing was enough to keep you in peace with the large number of words that had come out of your respective mouths. You were aware that this meeting would only be the beginning of your end and you were prepared to face the worst that could happen.

"We all have another way to try to fix problems, Draco," you murmured wearily, running your hands through your hair again as your eyes drifted to something other than his lanky, thin frame. "I can help you deal with this. You don't have to push people away from you if they can give you a hand."

"You don't understand anything," he mumbled between histeeth as if he was trying to keep his mouth quiet, but it was still faster than his brain when it came to acting. "No one in this school knows what I'm going through, and the last thing I need is the sympathy of any Gryffindor."

You sighed again. You hadn't even been aware of the number of times you had held your breath. As soon as your gaze returned to the adolescent that you appreciated so much, you were able to observe in him a large number of feelings of different magnitude that had remained retained in his weak body and mind, even making you wonder on more than one occasion how it was possible that he still stood up to perform all the tasks that Lord Voldemort had entrusted to him because of his useless father. Lucius, upon being arrested, had a certain dark wizard revoke his assignments on his young son who, on the brink of collapse and with a threat serious enough not to make him morally question his actions at first, did the best job he could to get him out of trouble his mother would not suffer any harm while he was at Hogwarts fixing the closet that had been commissioned, and he was completely alone in the company of some Death Eaters.

"I know, Draco, damn it," you cursed out loud, surprising him with your sudden tone of voice. Anxiety and fear had taken over you, and it was no great mystery why you had sounded even tougher and more anxious than before. "I don't understand your pressure, your pain, and your worry, but I know your suffering. You show it daily. You don't attend classes, you barely eat, and you're more absent than Potter when he sets out to solve a school problem."

The boy with platinum hair, almost white, met your sorrowful look that, although he could not notice it then, had a very curious shine that you had never shown and that is, being from a completely different reality, you were aware of his previous history and what would happen next. You didn't know if it was because of your hero complex, but since you saw him on the big screen and you were able to understand him better through the books, you understood that that boy deserved a second chance and that perhaps you were capable of giving it to him.

You just wanted to help the kid who, in some strange way, had made your heart beat like never before, who had caused such beautiful feelings in you that not even your family had been able to replicate in all your life and who had made yourself felt like a real person. Your life is your reality was not the worst, it could improve, but it was not as bad as many others that you had known thanks to social networks. The Harry Potter books, which at the time were so criticized for thinking they were "for children", teleported you to a fantasy world where you thought you could be happy, that you would finally be made to feel as free as you wanted, and you became so attached to it with the characters that inevitably, in the end, you felt empathy for those that perhaps you shouldn't have, you almost defended tooth and nail some of the most hated characters in the saga, and Draco Malfoy, for whom he played him in the movies, ended up winning great popularity due to its attractiveness and, therefore, it was also acclaimed and defended by many other fans. The passing of the years gave that blessed saga its rightful place and, suddenly, you found yourself watching the movies almost every month, appreciating each moment and each character, finally loving one in particular that perhaps you shouldn't.

Draco Malfoy became your safe person, Hogwarts your true home, and you made sure you did everything you could to meet him, but you didn't think about what would happen once you made it to the year in which the revival of Lord Voldemort and his followers would take place.

"I need you to go," the wizard murmured, clearing his throat and frowning to try to show seriousness, even if inside, he was devastated at the thought of what he was going to do to get you away from him.

"No," you denied, taking a step towards him, "you need support."

"I don't need anything, (Y / N)," he repeated, shaking his head from side to side to show emphasis in his words. "I'm fine alone."

Your legs moved on their own and, before you knew it, your arms were encircling the skinny body of your best friend, placing your right hand at the level of his shoulder blades and the left on his waist, gently caressing the mentioned areas. intending to calm his nerves and be able to make him understand that you were there for him, not to hurt him like most of those around him. You just wanted to make him see that you wanted to help him and be supportive instead of hiding your feelings from him as it seemed like he had been doing for so many months. You felt how his heart, usually with a weak and calm beat, was now pumping blood in an unbridled manner, either because of the nerves that had suddenly besieged his body or because of your sudden closeness and, although the reason was more for the second option, he knew that he could not allow you to continue trying to get close to him because he knew for sure that you would die because of the blood that ran through your veins. There was no other reason to want to get away from him.

"You don't have to fight this battle alone, Draco," you murmured, kissing his cheek softly as your hands snaked up to his shoulders. "You can seek help from Harry, surely he would listen to you, or from me, I've told you before."

"I would never beg for Potter's help, no matter how good a friend of yours he is," he spoke while accentuating the named wizard's last name and frowning until several wrinkles formed on his forehead, "let alone someone like you, disgusting mudblood."

Those words made you separate from him and, confused at first for having believed that you had misunderstood his expression, you observed his face that, stoic and with a lack of affection in his gaze, made you understand that he had called you that way so awful. Draco had never referred to you that way, every time you heard him say that you had scolded him and ignored him for several days until he finally mentioned that he had "learned his lesson" and there was no need for you to continue applying towards his person the law of ice, but now everything felt very different and that is that those same words, the ones that were always addressed to someone other than you, had finally come out of his mouth to hurt you, on purpose; Draco wanted to hurt you.

"You don't mean that," you said, putting a small space between you so you could find some kind of repentance in it, finding yourself with an icy look that denoted the opposite. "Tell me that's not true, Draco."

"Why aren't you able to understand that I don't need a thing like you near me?" He questioned coldly. "I want you to leave, to disappear from my life, and, if it were up to me, I would use Obliviate on myself so I don't know who you are because having you in my life, the simple fact that you exist, is a burden for me that seems to be dragging all life."

You didn't realize it until Draco's gaze flickered for a second, and a lone tear was slowly rolling down your cheek.

You quickly licked your lips, biting the bottom one while the gears in your head began to turn slowly and gradually picked up speed, finally making you fit all the pieces in front of you. Maybe Draco didn't want to say those horrible things to you, but the mere fact that he was looking at you that way was enough to make you see that everything had changed between you since the beginning of this last term and that neither your script nor the power of the universe would change, everything that was happening.

"When I leave, listen well to what I'm going to tell you, when I leave you'll miss me," you indicated, frowning and pointing at him accusingly with your index finger. "You'll miss me for my hair, for my walk, and you'll miss me everywhere because I'll never see you again, Draco, and, I hope, by then, the whole thing with you and Voldemort will be settled, and you'll realize what you have done."

In anger and heartbroken in your hand, you walked away from the Slytherin house wizard you loved so much, walking out of the room you had managed to sneak into and where so many secrets had come to light and, almost for an instant, You thought that this was not happening, that it had not been planned in your script and, no matter how much you tried to search in your mind when everything had gotten out of control, you made sure that perhaps you did not correctly specify what should happen as soon as Draco revealed his darkest secret to you. You should have outlined certain sections of his personality, his reactions to the truth, and his feelings toward you, but it was already too late and you doubted that tearing up that sheet of paper that was under your pillow would fix something that was already done.

It was simply too late.

The only thing you were able to hear in those long corridors were your footsteps, quick and light, moving as far as they could from the wizard who had done you so much harm, guiding you towards the secluded part of Hogwarts where, with good luck, you wouldn't be touched. I would find no one, where you could vent yourself to the point of exhaustion and where you would end that adventure you had embarked on for the last year.

You ignored Hermione when she greeted you just a few steps from the classroom where McGonagall would be teaching her class in a few minutes, you evaded Ron when he came to hug you at the height of the Great Hall, and you bumped your shoulder into Harry's when you were near Hagrid's house, without listening and seeing so many other people who appreciated you so much along the way. Your mind was fixed on one person and, it was rude not to say goodbye, of course, they would hate you when they saw that you would not return, but you were aware that they never knew that you were not part of their world and you thanked God for that; if any of your friends found out you were gone forever, they would do the unthinkable to keep you with them, and all you wanted was for them not to grieve for your departure and hate you for not telling them.

If they hated you, they wouldn't feel so bad, and therefore they would end up forgetting you.

«And, now, to go back home», you thought to yourself once you saw the small tree, already grown, that you had planted once you arrived at Hogwarts. In addition to your "magic word", a security one that allowed you to return to your reality, you strengthened that return even more with the presence of that tree, which would only remain because of others while you were there.

You sighed shakily, trying to prevent more tears from falling down your cheeks, and allowed yourself to lean back against the strong trunk of the tree before letting yourself drag slowly to the ground until you were sitting on the greenish grass that you loved to see, touch and smell so much. Being there always gave you a very strange positive energy and tranquility that you appreciated once you returned to your desired reality. Planting your hand on the small greenish strips of the ground brought you back to reality, that everything was happening and, blinking several times, you felt yourself entering a trance from which you did not want to come out. As you slowly turned your head towards the huge castle that was illuminated by the afternoon sun, which was already hiding to give way to night, you couldn't help but smile, thus saying goodbye to your parents, all your siblings, your friends, and of Draco. That would no longer be a see you later, as normally happened, but a goodbye forever.

You closed your eyes again, this time standing upright and covering yourself with the great tunic that you always wore, whose aroma sailed up to your nose and that let you know that this would be the last memory you would have of your desired reality, a dream that you never you believed until it happened to you. As you said the safe word, the one that would return you to your reality, you couldn't help but remember every person you had met in the world of Harry Potter: Your family who were eager for you to return that year because of what they said about Lord Voldemort, you hoped they would have a happy ending and not suffer the wrath of the noseless one you had learned to hate so much; your friends at Hogwarts, among which were the Weasley twins, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and many others, you prayed that they knew how to protect themselves and learned everything they needed to face Voldemort when the time came, the golden trio that, almost prepared for the appearance of the villain, remained as strong as ever.

And Draco. You just hoped that Draco would be happy, whether it was with you or without you.

A few minutes later, the Hogwarts grounds lit up like never before and a warm breeze filled the premises and surroundings. Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't understand why their hearts felt so empty, but it only took one look at the empty seat that belonged to you and at Malfoy to realize that he had made the worst mistake of his life.

Draco knew then that he had lost you forever.

[eldritchpluto]

🪩 🎤 🎧 !!

thanks for the ask mel!!! :D

I'm gonna talk about my book for this ask for context! It's a fantasy story following two generations of people pitted against each other in a magic prophecy. It shows how they interact with one another, etc etc. There's a lot to it and it's very complicated (and very hard to explain) but that's the very main idea! (It's called "The Moment Lost in Time" btw!!)

Would you want a movie adaption, TV, or something else? Animated or live action?

YES! I don't think live action would suit it too well unless it was very stylistic (maybe if it had the vibes of the Shadow and Bone show or the Sandman? Stuff in that realm). But I'd LOVE for it to be animated!! With how complex the story is, it would def have to be a tv show. But I can't tell how badly I'd love to see my little guys animated! If it was in a style like Arcane, I'd lose my mind I'd love it so much.

Describe the opening scene

MY OPENING CHAPTER IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF MY BOOK, HOW DID YOU KNOW??? So, basically it opens upon this fairly young girl, about 13-14ish, alone in the city. It hasn't rained for days, but she wears a large yellow raincoat, some rain boots, and holds a giant black umbrella. No one is on the street as she steps out of an alleyway, and into the vacant street. In the moment of darkness between dusk falling and the streetlights turning on, she opens her umbrella and points it to the sky. The umbrella looks fairly normal on the outside, but sown into the inside panels are paper-thin sheets of glass. And, this glass is the window to the sky of another world. This world's sky is made of countless colors, some of which the girl had never seen on earth. The girl, a nameless and solitary mystery to the world around her, looks up into this sky. As countless sensations of magic and emotion rush through her, the umbrella begins to glow. Soon, the glow begins to swallow her, and she begins to blur against the light, the line between her and her surroundings becoming incomprehensible. And soon, the glow reaches it's apex, and the glass above her shatters. As the glass and the umbrella fall, the girl has fully disappeared. The umbrella falls to the ground, it's owner having vanished into another world. For a moment, it sits, before the umbrella begins to fold in on itself, disappearing as well in just a matter of moments. Only the glass from the umbrella remains, and if you look at it with just the right angle, you can see the sky of the other world for just a moment. Then, the streetlights turn back on.

if you want to read the actual mini chapter, lmk! i can dm it to you on discord or something. It's basically the only part of my book I actually share with people lol.

What would the soundtrack be like?

hmmm this is hard. im gonna go the lazy way out and just link the very eclectic playlist I have for it on my spotify! I've been adding to this playlist for quite a while, but I think the most fitting songs, and the ones that would totally show up are:

Welly Boots - The Amazing Devil (which literally fits a part of my book basically word for word, its wild)

No Time to Die - Billie Ellish

When I was older - Billie Ellish

Youth - Daughter

Bloom - Paper Kites

What Could Have Been - Sting

The Place Where He Inserted the Blade - Black Country, New Road

Here's the link to the full thing!! Some bangers on here, ngl:

THANKS AGAIN MELODY!!! I love rambling about my book :DDDDD

[slytherhys]

okay okay, i have one for your november prompts (also, thank you so much for doing these!!!)

elriel, F. "Academic rivals" and V. "Are you wearing my sweater?" mixed together. Bonus points if it's like, Hogwarts AU or something magical like that! 🥰

Again, thank you so much!!! i really love these

A/N: I was super excited to write this one and I really hope it's up to your standards! (Also, Elain might've been slightly inspired by Hermione Granger in this). Enjoy <3

TW: mature themes & strong language

Elriel - Hogwarts AU

Of all her classes, Elain had to admit History of Magic was the one she preferred the least. Professor Binns had a way of making everything sound dreadfully boring, often lulling Elain and himself to sleep; he often rambled about things that were of little relevance and, last but not least, they were in one of coldest classrooms in all of the castle.

But all of that paled in comparison to the one reason that had her heart beating frantically against her chest, the palms of her hands turn clammy, and adrenaline shooting up her spine. All due to the fact the Hufflepuffs shared this class with the Ravenclaws.

Now, Elain had no issue with the Ravenclaws, not really – she liked Dorian Havilliard and Declan Emmet just fine, and Yrene Towers was a dear friend of hers. No, her problem was with one man and one man alone: Azriel Rosehall, the one person in their year take seven N.E.W.T.S.

Apart from her, of course.

Elain wasn’t a competitive person, but something about him just made her tick. More so whenever he completely ignored her entire existence as if he wasn’t as aware of her presence as she was of his.

She let herself look at him, sitting just two rows ahead: his entire demeanour couldn’t have been more dismissive - body slumped against his chair, his hand constantly doodling on his notebook... Everything about him screamed indifference: at first glance, no one would peg him for the smart, motivated guy who actually enjoyed studying. Not with his mysteriously handsome appearance, his dark, hazel eyes and that smirk that hid more lies than it told.

And yet, he remained top of the class – right next to Elain Archeron.

The entire thing set her off, and the fact everyone kept looking at her with curious glances and soft whispers jut helped putting her on edge. Was he planning something? It wouldn't exactly be the first time and the way people kept adverting their eyes whenever she looked at them made her believe everyone was a part of a joke she had missed.

“And who, then, can tell me one of the reasons that lead to the Warlock’s Convention of 1709?” Professor Binns’ dry and reedy voice pulled Elain away from her thoughts, scowling as she watched Azriel raise his hand with quiet confidence. Before she could feel a flicker of annoyance, her own hand also shooting into the air. It was a matter of luck, really, and luckily for her, it was towards her sudden movement that the professor’s attention strayed to. “Miss Archeron?”

Elain hid her smug smile as she stood straighter, ignoring the inquisitive glances of her classmates. Even Binns frowned before cooling his expression. Mother, did she have something on her face? “Dragon Pox is an often-overlooked cause.” She said less confidently than what she had intended.

She swallowed dry, urging air inside her lungs once she noticed Azriel turning in his seat, his hazel eyes immediately pinning on her form for the first time that day. It wasn’t relief that Elain felt as his stormy gaze found her – not at all. It was annoyance. Repulsion, even.

She felt, rather than saw, his eyes trail down her figure and even though she was sitting, Elain felt the satin trail of his eyes on every inch of her skin. His eyes flared as he took her in and before Elain could ask him what his problem was, he raised an eyebrow, entirely too satisfied with himself. Their classmates’ whispers grew louder, but Elain was too focused on Rosehall to pay them any mind.

“There has never been any written account stating the Dragon Pox lead to the Warlock’s Convention.” He said simply, his eyes never darting away from her. Elain felt her cheeks heat, doubt a seedy companion taking form inside her mind. She knew there hadn’t been many written accounts, but there had been one – one she had found in the library just last night before she was being pushed against the shelf…

Nope. Not going there right now.

She glared at him, entirely too aware of the heat in her cheeks. “Just because you never read it, Rosehall, doesn’t meant it doesn’t exist.”

“Children, please-” Professor Binns tried to interrupt, but Elain knew from the glint in Azriel’s eyes that it was of no use. There was little in this world that could stop them from going head-to-head - nothing pleased him more than the defiance burning inside of her, and nothing pleased her more than contradicting his every word.

“And what of the fact wizards couldn’t tame the dragons?” He asked, his eyes once again flickering down. Elain frowned but said nothing as he went on. “And what of the risk of discovery? Those are provable facts.”

Elain tried – and most likely failed, if his amused expression was of any indication – not to show the irritation flaring through her veins. “The fact remains that despite them being the only certified facts, they are not the only ones.” She raised a brow, faintly aware of the defeated sigh coming from their professor. “The break of Dragon Pox in the later 17th century was one of the arguments mentioned by several of the wizards attending the convention.” She explained, completely aware she was playing with fire, openly teasing him about things meant to stay in the shadows as she added, “Something you can easily confirm yourself in the Library.” She added in a dismissive tone, not missing the way his eyes darkened. Her gloating was cut short when his eyes dropped down once again, a faint smile on his lips.

Seriously, what was-

“I suppose I can.” He said, his gaze clashing with hers in a way that made the breath in her lungs vanish. Elain was momentarily taken back - this was the closest thing to a victory they had ever agreed on. She frowned, unease coating her body as he feigned an innocent look and turned around. For some reason, people were still eyeing her with avid interest, their sticky curiosity adding to the churning in her gut.

Had she been confunded, maybe? Or maybe she was still asleep in her bed, having some kind of bizarre dream starring Azriel. It wouldn't be the first time, much to her dismay.

“Alright, that’s it for today.” Binns announced in a rather exhausted tone, his head already dropping on top of his desk for what Elain assumed was his 10th nap of the day. Everyone quickly gathered their things, leaving the room with amused expressions on their faces; no one was even trying to hide the fact they were clearly talking about her.

Doubt crept in. Had she stated the wrong fact? Mixed up her dates? It didn’t seem possible, but by the way everyone kept staring, she had to wonder. Even Professor Binns had eyed her with interest, and she couldn’t help but huff in frustration as she made her way out of the classroom, ready to get her mind off things.

Elain shook her head in a weak attempt at clearing her head. Maybe she should go down to Hagrid’s hut – she had promised to help him with the all the leftover pumpkins from Hallowe’en and maybe she could bake something for the Hufflepuff’s Common Room. She faintly remembered Elide mentioning an Astronomy quiz and she knew her friend would appreciate the-

The echo of footsteps trailed after her, and Elain cursed herself as she waited for him to come closer. And then she cursed herself for recognising his gait from afar. When had that happen?

Azriel was suddenly walking by her side, that stupid sinful smirk still plastered on his face. “Will I see you at the library tonight, Archeron?” He asked softly, a smile to his voice that Elain couldn’t quite understand. 

She kept walking, eyeing him cautiously through the corner of her eyes. She didn’t love the smile on his face, but she couldn’t say she hated it either. “Whatever are you on about, Rosehall?”

“Studying, of course.” He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in such a cocky manner she almost rolled her eyes. Bastard.

“I’m sorry but I much rather study alone.” She quickly dismissed, sending him a tight smile before quickening her pace.

But her power walk was of little challenge to his long, powerful legs, and he was next to her in no time. “Is that so?” He asked with a nonchalance that made the hair on her neck stand up. She stopped, eyeing him with a bored expression.

“I’d think you’d know, considering I bested you at Herbology. And Potions.” Her smirk was all poison, but it faltered as his eyes darkened, his smirk turning feral.

Elain should’ve felt scared – Azriel was well known for his antics across Hogwarts – but she didn’t falter. Not even as he stepped closer, the feeling of his breath fanning against her cheek as threatening as it was alluring. Elain raised a brow, as if bored by his little intimidation act, even if her heart was raising havoc inside her chest.

Azriel pursed his lips, a thoughtful expression coming over his face. “And what about Defence Against the Dark Arts?”

Elain let out an annoyed huff, still not making a move to leave. And she should leave. She definitely should. “You only got that plus because the new professor has a crush on you.”

His chuckle was pure sin as he tilted his head, a pleased smile on his lips. Elain hoped she didn’t look nearly as affected as she felt. “I never took you for the jealous kind, Archeron.”

She rolled her eyes, even as she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Spare me.” She said, quickly resuming her walk in an effort to step away from his teasing, feeling relief take over her body as nothing but silence followed.

But the relief was short-lived. “And Astronomy?” He asked, and Elain went still as he approached her slowly, stopping until his lips were next to her ear. His voice dropped to a soft murmur, “I remember you quite enjoyed my help with Astronomy.” Elain felt her body run hot and cold, locking in place as she avoided his gaze. Unwelcome images of the dark library, of his delicious grunts as he thrusted inside her flashed through her mind, but she quickly shoved them away.

Elain cleared her throat, “A small mistake I must emend.”

He smiled, even if something else flashed in his eyes. “A mistake, was it?” He stepped in front of her, blocking her way once again.

“It’s one way to put it.” She lifted one shoulder.

“Oh?” He smirked again, looking completely indifferent as he leaned against the wall. “Enlighten me, then.”

Elain huffed, crossing her arms as she finally looked into his eyes. “Do you struggle with English as well? I understand now why you’re so set on studying with me, Rosehall.”

“Tell me, Elain.” He gritted out, his smirk dropping slightly as he stood up and stepped closer than necessary.

She ignored the warmth radiating from his body. “Well, I could also call it a lapse of judgement, I suppose.” She shrugged. “Maybe the result of too much studying and not enough sleep?” She raised her shoulders. "The possibilities are endless."

Azriel went still, his eyes darting around her face. Elain didn’t like the way they seem to see entirely too much. But they always did, didn’t they?

Elain sighed, all thoughts of baking quickly gathering dust in the back of her mind. This was not the place to have this conversation; not when students strolled around them, most paying entirely too much attention to whatever was going on between them. But nothing seemed to be able to stop Azriel, not as his jaw clenched; not as all humour fled from his face.

His voice was as calm as midnight, “Then what do you call last night?”

Elain felt herself blush, her cheeks heating under the weight of the memories playing inside her mind. The dark library, her panties stuffed inside her mouth, his calloused hands on her naked back as he bent her-

No.

Not this again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Azriel simply smirked, bending his head lower and lower until his lips remained a mere breath away from hers. Elain felt her breath catch, her eyes dropping slightly as she waited for…something. Anything. But Azriel never dared closed the space between them, instead reaching for a stray lock of hair and playing with it between his fingers.

Images of her hair wrapped around that hand as he-

Mother, she needed to go back to her dorm.

“Really?” He muttered, the question laced with a darkness that made her momentarily forget all about occupied halls and curious stares. Azriel smirked, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt like she was hanging on a precipice, anticipating whether his words would break her or save her from damnation. Azriel hummed. “Tell me, Elain. Is that my sweater you’re wearing?”

Elain felt her body go hot and cold, her eyes widening as the colour drained from her face. Oh, Mother, no. Please, don’t let her be this dumb.

Elain's head snapped down to look at her outfit, regarding her perfect uniform. Her skirt was pressed, her shoes were shining, and her knee socks were still standing. Everything looking perfect except-

Except for the blue and bronze colours painting her sweater instead of her usual yellow and black.

She had realised her sweater had felt looser that morning, but she hadn’t thought much about it. She had spent most of her night awake and through her sleep-hazed mind the only thing she had focused on was how comfortable it had felt against her skin, that familiar scent sending a zap of electricity down her spine. She now knew why, exactly, that was. It was his scent in his sweater - the sweater she had stolen from him when they finally left the library at 3 in the morning.

Her cheeks turned crimson as she stared up at him, pleading for his help. But Azriel simply grinned, shaking his head slightly as if enjoying her public misery.  

“You couldn’t have warned me sooner?” She whisper-shouted, feeling entirely too embarrassed to look anywhere else than his hazel eyes. Maybe she also really enjoyed staring into them, but that was beyond the point. “Everyone will know-“

“Would that be such a bad thing?” He interrupted her, and she was taken back by how serious he sounded. He had never, not once, shown any indication he had wanted something else – something more. Elain had never said anything herself, even if she felt like she was being eaten alive whenever she spotted him in the Great Hall, laughing at whatever Morrigan, or Amren said.

She had assumed he had preferred to keep the ruse of hating each other, even if they had started meeting in secret months ago.

Azriel had appeared next to her on a Friday night, mocking her for missing some random party for Potions homework and Elain had fought back with an equal remark - things had heated up to the point where nothing else seemed logical beyond kissing him until he couldn’t breathe.

Needless to say, they kept meeting every night.

No one knew. Not her friends, clearly not his friends, and they had never talked about changing that, but as Azriel grinned at her, effectively making her stupid little heart miss a beat, she wondered if maybe things were about to change.

“You want that O in Defence?” He smirked, standing straight again, his hands inside the pockets of his slacks as he looked at her, a dare glinting in his eyes. “Meet me today in the library.” He turned around, leaving her behind without another word - but not before saying over his shoulder, loud enough for everyone to hear, “And keep the sweater, Archeron. I like seeing you in my clothes.”

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 6

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

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jimin x reader, jin x reader

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

wordcount: 5.6k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive & possessive themes, kidnapping, physical roughness (pushing, hitting, etc...not abusive but like sexy hate sex type thing), EDGING, poor jimin, use of restraints, brief gun use/play, cursing, degradation, jimin is a BRAT, crying, robbing/stealing/fraud, so much lying, character injuries, dubcon/coersive sex, kinda somnophilia, knife play kinda, woohooooo

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H B A C K—

Jungkook’s vision was a blur of the sickly golden lights that landed on the dark concrete of Death Valley’s parking lot. He tasted a metallic tinge in the air as he wobbled back to his car, leaning back against it with a satisfied grin. He sighed, you always felt incredible. There was no high quite like you. His mind wandered back to your body, glossed in sweat and eyes fierce with passion. He wanted you to destroy him.

He giggled, almost tripping over himself. He felt a hand hold his shoulder steady. “Ohhh thanks man” He wasn’t even sure if he actually spoke before he suddenly felt a sharp sting of pain in his stomach. He winced, breaking into a fit of coughs. 

Opening his eyes, he looked down to see a knife piercing through his gut. The blade twisted, sending an addition spurt of pain through his whole body as he limply fell forward onto his attacker. The knife dug deeper into his flesh as he got pushed back harshly, and it was only then he was able to squint to identify his assailant. The man barely regarded him, withdrawing the knife before chuckling softly and turning away, leaving him to slide down to the ground, ready to die. 

As a drug dealer, Jungkook was used to knowing too much information for his own good. And it was a great place to be, because whenever the gangs began to have power struggles within themselves, he would always walk away even richer. 

Jungkook knew bits and pieces of enough to paint the whole picture, and now he uncovered the missing piece to finish it all off.

The kingpin of Death Valley had remain anonymous for as long as anyone could remember. Gang members simply went by orders, not questioning where a majority of the profits were going or to whom. After a while, the drug money begins to pile up, and the thrill of the hustle fades. It was around this time he began the fights. 

Sure, the kingpin was a powerful man. But being a low level dealer and knowing who the kingpin was, that was even more powerful. Enemies and allies alike were desperate to know, and were willing to do just about anything for that information. Jungkook liked to think this alone made him far more powerful than any gang leader. 

Now he had seen his face. He was almost certain. He shivered at the prospect of what all he could do knowing what he now did.

So it was you all along, you clever bastard. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

Taehyung chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair "Trust me you don’t wanna know the answer to that. It’ll get you” He mimicked a knife with his finger drawing a line across his throat.

Seeing you unamused expression he sighed, “Fine. Look, I told you someone powerful has their eyes on you. Well powerful people never do their own dirty work. I’ve had to keep an eye on you, for a damn long time. Trust me, I don’t feel great about it either” He continued, “Now, Jimin can’t know where you were last night, okay? He can’t know Yoongi is involved, because the truth is” He held his wrist up to show his watch, “I’m a mole”

“A mole?”

“I’m fronting as Jimin’s right hand guy. I have been for a while, but in reality, Jungkook, Namjoon, Hobi and I, we’re all Death Valley boys. They don’t know that though”

Jin was right after all. “So Yoongi really is...a gangster? He’s the one behind everything? He’s the one...who wants me?” Taehyung hesitated, thinking deeply before nodding.

“He’s kept his identity hidden for years. Only I know. Yoongi...is obsessed with you. He loves you, and has for so long. You’re the bane of his existence, and by extension, mine.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re lying.” You pursed your lips in annoyance, “Yoongi didn’t give a fuck about me when I first moved here. He was just a sweet, ordinary guy. He took care of me. He has always had my best interests at heart. Maybe I believe you. That he really is this scary gang guy or whatever. But the rest of it, bullshit”

“Don’t you work for his company? Don’t you live in his building? Do you really think anything you’ve been through is a coincidence?” 

Taehyung shrugged, reaching for his trousers and wrapping his hand loosely around his pistol before tracing your cheek with it. “You don’t have to believe me. But not a word of any of this to anyone” 

He cocked the gun, the soft click resonating through the quiet room, "Because I’m everywhere baby. I’ll know if you fuck up, and I’ll kill you so fast you won’t even have time to blink.” 

He pulled the trigger, making you shut your eyes and yelp. It was a blank. Taehyung laughed maniacally, “I just need you to play along just a little while longer and this will all be over. Now go freshen up, I’m taking you to see Jimin”

Jungkook was clearly stalling. Jimin wanted to shoot him in the mouth just so he would shut up and get to the point.

Jimin felt his phone vibrate, seeing Taehyung’s text. He sighed with relief. “You got lucky this time dumbfucks. I got her. Tell your little kingpin cockhead that he’s already fucking dead, because when I get my hands on the bastard who threatened Y/n, I promise you that I will kill them. In the worst, most painful way possible.” The door creaked open.

“Oh my God” Your heart sank the second you saw them. Blood was leaking through the white bedsheets, and they were both badly bruised. Jungkook was shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his stomach while Namjoon was in a neck brace. You rushed to Namjoon’s side, grabbing his hand and pressing your lips against them. 

You hadn’t noticed Jimin at first, as you tended to Namjoon. He wanted to hug you. To make sure you weren’t hurt. To cry in your arms because he missed you so damn much. You weren’t even noticing him? Did he really mean so little to you? You hadn’t seen him since the accident, did you not even care? 

He hated how much power you had over him. You didn’t care but he spent hours thinking about you. You were a disease he couldn’t shake. You were sand slipping through his fingers the tighter he tried to hold on. He watched you carefully until his eyes caught the etched out letters burned into your back. His whole body froze. 

Jimin’s breaths began to quicken as anger overwhelmed him. He grabbed the nearest item to him, which happened to be the glass of water on Jungkook’s dresser and threw it on the ground in frustration. The loud shatter finally caught your attention, and you turned to meet his glossy eyes.

“Jimin! Thank goodness you’re okay” You gave him a smile, sighing with relief. His mind was running a mile a minute as he tried his very best not to break down in front of you. 

“Outside” He growled. “Right now”

You hesitated, not understanding why he looked so upset to see you. Namjoon tugged at you slightly and gave you a warning look. 

“Did you fucking hear me? I said right now.” Jimin screamed, to which you heard Taehyung stifle an ironic giggle. Getting impatient, not wasting another second before grabbing your wrist, yanking you out of the room and kicking the door shut loudly.

“Hey--ouch” You winced at his rough grip, “Easy Jimin that hurts”

Once you were in the hall, Jimin grabbed your jaw and pulled you towards him, digging his nails into you and tilting your face up to his. He stared deep into your eyes.

"What the hell is on your back?” He sneered. 

Your mouth went dry. Should’ve worn a fucking turtleneck. Recalling Taehyung’s warning from earlier, you debated internally what to say next.

“You fucking whore” He cried out, shaking your body, “Did you sleep with him?”

You blinked back tears, recalling the immense guilt you had been feeling the past few days. You thought you missed Jimin, but seeing him now in reality made you remember all the reasons you had wanted nothing to do with him.

Jimin growled at your silence. He kicked at your shins, prompting you to lose your balance as he held you up. “I asked you a fucking question! I know you don’t care about me but at least have the decency to--”

Smack. You slapped him clean across the face. You were tired of his tantrums. He had no idea the hell you’d been through. He had the audacity to think that you didn’t care? He was the one who treated you like a pet.

Jimin released his grip you, backing away to cover the reddening skin of his cheek as he blinked in amusement. 

“Fucking brat” You hissed. 

You had begun to turn away when Jimin grabbed your forearm and pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. His grip was brutal as he encircled your wrist before twisting your arm onto your back and pushing you against the wall. 

His teeth grazed against the back of your ear, chuckling softly. “The fuck did you just say to me?” He sounded more teasing than upset. Through the corner of your eye you see a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You yelp as he continued to twist your wrist as he chuckles softly. “Go on. Fight back”

You struggle, squirming against his hold. Kicking your leg back into his knee, you know you’re walking right into his trap as you turn yourself around.

His hands quickly grasp your waist and he lifts you up. He presses his forehead against yours, looking deep into you eyes. His lips were parted, panting heavily and breathing you in. A moment of silence passes before a naughty grin appears on his face. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours, propping you up on his thigh as he holds your hands above your head. You moan breathlessly at the friction, tightening your hold on his hands. He licks his thick lips, bringing them closer and closer to yours. 

His eyes don’t leave you for a second as he begins to nip at your neck, sucking harshly into your skin and leaving marks wherever he could. You groan, tilting your head to give him more room. 

Your body feels ablaze through the touch of his lips. Your heart is racing as you gaze stays steady on one another. “Jimin” You moan his name like you’re pleading for your life, “Let’s find a room” 

He halts his movements, letting you carefully slide onto your feet. He snakes his hands behind you as clenches your ass “Lead the way baby” You grinned. It was about damn time. 

You pulled him into the nearest room you could find, which seemed to be some sort of office. Within seconds he was all over you again, sharply kissing your neck and shoulders as he kicked the door shut with his heel. 

He cupped your face, his lips sloppily running up to meet yours as your tongues intertwined. 

“Wait Y/n I...” Jimin mumbled, “I’m sorry. I got upset for no reason I just...it hurts.”

“Shut up” You snapped, pointing towards a small cushioned chair that was near a window. “Sit down over there. Hands where I can fucking see them” 

Jimin took a seat without hesitation, watching intently as you grabbed the curtains on either side of the window. You climbed onto his lap, his face finding home against your chest as you bent over him and tied his wrists together tightly. You felt his tongue over your clothes as he attempted to suck your breasts, but you tugged his hair back sharply.

“Oh hell no” You smirked, taking in Jimin’s roughed up appearance. Having him under you like this, you felt invincible. "You’re such a spoilt brat, you know that Park Jimin? I was worried. I thought about you constantly, when really, I shouldn’t even bother” You settled back into his lap, bringing your face inches from his “You’re. A. Dick” You gave him a chaste kiss before unbuttoning his jeans.

Jimin let out a shaky moan as you harshly pulled them down. You licked your lips as your hand grabbed his hardening length. You began to pump him slowly.

“Ohhh fuckkk” Jimin tilted his head back, tugging desperately against the restraints. Your hands felt so good, you gripped him just right, and your hands were so incredibly soft. He bucked his hips as he felt you spit onto his tip, rubbing the wetness in with your thumb.

You wrapped your tongue around his base, hands cupping his balls as you licked a stripe up his cock. You let your tongue swirl and linger at his tip, watching as he fell apart into a fit of whimpers. Hollowing your cheeks, you took him deep into your throat, just the way you knew he liked it.

Jimin watched you bobbing your head and sucking him off for everything he’s worth. Your gaze was intense, he felt utterly powerless. The craziest part was that he loved it. He had never done anything like it before, used to girls spreading their legs for him without the blink of an eye. 

He wants to kiss you so bad as you rose from his cock, saliva stringing from your pretty lips. He could have looked at you like that all day, just perfect. Delectable. You reach behind your back to unzip your top, letting your breasts break free. Jimin’s breath hitches as you slide your tits over his wet cock. “You like that?” You teased, “So fucking desperate. You’re pathetic”

“Holy shit Y/n” You hesitated as he moaned your name. “M...more. I’m so close. Fuck I wanna touch you” He whined in complaint. 

“You wanna cum all over my tits hmm?” The sound of your teasing voice was ecstasy to his ears. He nodded furiously, his whiny moans filling the room. You grinned, watching him edge closer and closer to release, only for you to stand up and leave him a writhing mess.

“Y/n” He growled, kicking the air and stomping like a child, “Are you kidding me?” His cock was absolutely flushed, making you giggle at the thought of how the even the smallest thing could just make him cream all over.

“You don’t deserve to cum” You shed your own jeans quickly, letting your fingers trail up and down your body sensually. Jimin gulped as you put on a show, clenching your own breasts. 

You straddle onto the armrests, making sure Jimin can’t thrust his dick up to touch you as you bring a finger to your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it before plunging it into your sopping pussy. Jimin eyes become absolutely blasted with lust. He frantically looks from your face to the way you were fingering yourself so close to him. The soft squelching seemed to harmonize with the way you teasingly let soft moans slip from your lips.

Jimin held his breath, trying his best not to cum at the mere sight of you. His hands continued tugging frantically against the curtains. He had never been so turned on in his life, sober or otherwise. 

“I wanna touch you. I need to feel you, fuck baby please. I’m not even fucking kidding baby please sit on my cock” He whined softly, giving you puppy eyes to which you scoffed.

Scooping up some of your dripping arousal, you shoved your finger into Jimin’s mouth, watching amusedly as he sucked every last drop of you. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were driving him insane. Your eyes widened as you heard a loud tearing sound. Jimin quickly broke through his restraints, his hands immediately clenching your sides.

“Oh baby you’re in for it now” His voice gave you goosebumps as you excitedly anticipated his next move. He stood up, lifting you back into his arms before harshly tossing you onto the wooden desk. Your head hit the back harshly, pain sizzling through you as he propped one of your legs up over his shoulder, while pushing the other one as wide as he could. His cock was rock hard as it rubbed against your inner thigh. 

He trails kisses up your chest and onto your lips, nails digging into his tight hold on your thighs. You watch as he aims his cock at your gaping entrance, slick and quivering in anticipation. He pushes into you, slower than you expected. His lips sucking on yours. 

For all the times you had fucked Jimin, he had never felt this good inside you. He stilled as he bottomed out, gasping loudly. A part of you didn’t want him to move. You didn’t want him to cum, ending this and forcing you to return to the daunting reality you had to face. You grabbed onto him tightly, not ready to let go. Jimin notices this and his heart swells.

“Hey” He leans down to kiss you deeply, pouring his affection into you. His hands release your legs, instead tangling in your hair and tugging it back as he begins thrusting into you with short, deep movements. 

“Jimin” You cry out. He smacks your ass with a low growl, “D...daddy, fuck you feel so good” You cup his face as he continues pistoning in and out of you. You feel his cock twitching inside of you, knowing he would cum in mere seconds. 

If this was nirvana, he believed it. Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he let out a strangled moan, “Oh my god...oh my fucking...baby...feels so” He chokes as cum shoots out into you and cries out your name, burying his face into your neck. You stroke his back as his body twitches, steams of cum continuing to spurt out. 

He steadies his breathing before pulling out and examining your stuffed cunt. He glides his finger over your creamy folds. “Turn around” He growls, “I’m not done with you” You sighed with relief, cunt stinging desperately for a little bit more.

As you flip onto your stomach, Jimin playfully smacks up your ass cheeks. He bends over, whispering filth into your ears as he shoves in two fingers. “You’re so fucking hot baby...Mmm you want daddy to make you cum huh?”

His fingers were unforgiving, you cried out as your pussy clamped down on them, spilling all over. “That’s right...only daddy can touch you like this.” He smacks you again, and you can feel him grin “Such a little slut for me aren’t you hm? Go ahead and cum like the slut you are” Your eyes fluttered shut as you came over his fingers. He pumped you through your high, cooing and teasing you relentlessly with kisses on your back.

With a heavy sigh you rest on the desk. Jimin shuffles around the room, grabbing the torn curtain and wiping you up. He kissed the small of your back as he tenderly caresses your ass, easing the red marks he had made just minutes ago. 

“I’m sorry” He whispers as you sit up to face him, “I know you know about the gangs and stuff. You got caught up in it because of me, and I’m sorry for that” He kisses the tops of your hands, “Let me keep you safe. Please. If something happened to you because of me, I would...” His voice trembled, emotions suffocating his words. He didn’t even want to think about it. 

You wanted to laugh, simply because Jimin was hardly to blame for anything you had been through. And there he was apologizing for it. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay”

“Let me take you back to work” He offered sweetly. You swallowed uncomfortably. He doesn’t know. Anything. “Come on. I know exactly how I’m gonna get back at Yoongi”

You coughed. This is bad. Where the fuck is Taehyung now? You looked around frantically. “Uh...okay”

You had no idea what Yoongi’s reaction would be. He could get upset. You were supposed to be locked up in his place. But on top of that if Jimin was the one with you...

He wouldn’t kill him. 

Would he?

-

Taehyung had left shortly after he heard a good amount of moaning through the thin walls. Admittedly, he hadn’t expected to see Jungkook bedridden like that, but he immediately knew who must have been behind it.

Things had been happening that he hadn’t predicted, and it made him furious. When he heard that you had been kidnapped with Namjoon, he had decided that this had all gone too far. For whatever he was, he hated hurting innocent people. He didn’t like that you were involved in this, that people were hurting you.

Maybe he had just grown fond of you over the years. He always told himself Yoongi was strange for being so into you. You were attractive without a doubt, but the dedication Yoongi had to you always shocked him. Yoongi could have anyone he wanted at his feet, he was rich, powerful and good looking. But he never indulged in the luxuries that the rest of them did. Pictures he had taken of you through your cracked bedroom window back in your hometown were enough to satisfy him.

Yoongi had said he had something he needed to prove before he could pursue you. Taehyung hadn’t cared to ask what exactly that was at the time, but since meeting you, he wished he knew. 

Taehyung arrived in the back lot of Death Valley and flipped open his phone, “Load the money in the car”. He reached for his mask, pulling it over his face before he stepped out. 

Hobi arrived promptly carrying two large duffel bags followed by a few other men doing the same. “How much?” Taehyung asked.

“Felt like only 100k, but Jungkook said it was a pretty good week for sales so it might be more” Hobi lifted the bag into the trunk of the Cadillac. He wiped sweat off of his forehead, allowing the trunk to close and patting it shut. “Fucking Jin guy ruined everything, otherwise we would’ve got millions.”

“Yeah” Taehyung rolled his tongue inside his cheek, “I wonder why he didn’t lose” 

After Hobi left, Taehyung dialed the bank. “Hi, I’d like to make a wire transfer?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out Jimin’s black card, turning it over to read out the number “Yes, there would have been a deposit recently of around half a million? Could you please transfer that to an overseas account belonging to V Kim. Yes, just the letter. Thank you so much!”

In truth, Taehyung was grateful to you. You were the perfect distraction. Both Jimin and Yoongi were wrapped around your fingers, too caught up with you to notice anything else. That made you powerful, so much more than you realized. Taehyung tossed the card into the passenger seat, it slid down onto the floor of the car. 

“Fucking idiots”

-

Yoongi fiddled with a tangerine in his palm as he sat, bored out of his mind in his office. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see you, get you out of that horrible cell he had put you in. His work was getting in the way of your relationship and he hated it. 

The sounds of cameras and vehicles slipped through the dark walls. He cocked his head in irritation. The noises kept growing louder and louder. He was used to the press being around, especially when there was an album being released by one of his artists. But this was much more than the usual.

For that number of paparazzi to be around, it had to mean one thing. Scandal. “What the fuck is going on?” Fruit in hand, Yoongi stormed out of his office into the lobby.

Juice began trickling down his wrist as he saw what all the commotion was about. Jimin strutted in confidently, hand thrown around your waist, holding you to him. 

“Yoongi!” Jimin taunted, arriving with a wide grin. He met your eyes and could sense that you were afraid. Jimin looked Yoongi dead in the eye as he knelt down to kiss the back of your neck, over your scars. “I know you have a no dating rule but I was driving her to work and the media caught us. It’s trending on twitter” Jimin shrugged, “Oops” 

Yoongi began to see red. His blood was boiling. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath. He knew he had to be careful how he acted around you. He wouldn’t want you to be afraid of him, after all he was just trying to protect you. He wanted to make you happy. You didn’t actually want Jimin, did you? No way. 

Pursing his lips, he maintained an expressionless face as he walked up to you. He could see the way your eyes quivered as he neared. He hoped you’d understand. You would understand, he would make you understand. 

“You’re fired”

His heart ached as he watched your expression drop. Yoongi simply shrugged and returned to his office, tossing his fruit in the trash on the way. Yoongi knew you’d be upset. You’d blame Jimin and come crawling to him in no time, he wasn’t even worried.

He made his way back into his reclining chair, kicking his feet onto the desk as he stared down his door.

Three. Two...

The door burst open. “Yoongi” Your voice was weak. “Don’t...please don’t fire me. I know I crossed a line. We’re...not dating. I swear”

“How did you get out?” You knew Yoongi would ask this, and luckily you had some time to conjure an answer that probably wouldn’t get anyone shot.

“Taehyung let me go to my apartment to shower and change. Jimin happened to show up at my place while I was there” You looked at him steadily, trying hard to not even think about the fact you were so blatantly lying to the man you felt like could see right through you.

“I see.” He lowered his legs and pat his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You had dreamed of fucking Yoongi in this very office countless times. Riding his cock while he did paperwork and just ignored you. It had your knees weak. 

You sat down obediently, and he stroked your back, pressing his lips into the side of your head “Let’s get you back home. I would’ve let you out of the cell tonight, but clearly I can’t trust you” He paused, backing away from you slightly, “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m gonna be home late tonight”

“W...why?”

“Some business I need to take care of”

-

Jin was just about to sleep when you arrived back. He stirred as took a seat next to him.

“Fun day?” He asked sarcastically. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed with him, “No but I did find out that...” You paused, looking around the room. Is he watching? “I…I’m really tired actually”

Jin nodded in understanding. “It’s pretty hot in here, you might not be comfortable in that” He motioned towards your jeans, “I can give you my shorts if you want, I have boxers on so it’s not a big deal”

You blushed slightly, but as the stuffy air set in around you, you realized he was right. The thick denim was suffocating against your skin. “Sure yeah, thanks”

Jin took off his shorts, tossing them to you. You turned you back to him, wiggling out of your pants. Jin’s shorts were far too large for you, sliding down right away. The two of you exchanged glances before you burst out laughing. Jin sat up straight, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to you.

“Take this instead, it’ll cover you” Your breath hitched as you took in his naked chest. He was hot. His skin was seamless, slightly sweaty but his toned muscles made your mouth water. You swallowed. You turned around again, attempting to unzip your top. It fell to the floor, your bare back now exposed to Jin’s dilated eyes. 

His shirt smelled like him. Wearing it was like a big hug, and you felt oddly comforted. You laid down by his side. “Night Jin”

“Goodnight”

In the silence of the room, you could hear your own heart pounding through your chest. Neither one of you had closed your eyes. 

“Y/n” His whisper was so soft you could barely hear him. “I promise I’ll keep you safe. We’ll get out of here. Don’t worry”

You wanted to tell him everything. He would know what to do. But then again, you weren’t sure if you wanted Yoongi to get arrested. You sighed deeply. “I know” You rolled closer to him, and his hands wrapped around you loosely. His fingers rubbed the flesh of your back as you hummed in appreciation. 

“You’re so tense” Jin commented, moving his hands under your shirt and up your back, “Relax,” You let your eyes close as he continued to massage you. His hands teased at your sides. You shifted in discomfort as his palms brushed against your breasts. 

“Jin—“ He shushed you, shamelessly grabbing your tits under your shirt. You stifled a moan into his chest, “Jin, I’m exhausted please”

“I’m just trying to help you” He murmured, “You don’t need to do anything, just rest. I got you”

Jin pushed the fabric up and began leaving soft kisses on your stomach before you tugged down your panties. He squinted, seeing that your cunt had already made a mess. You drifted off into sleep as Jin tugged your folds apart, examining you with interest.

“Who did you fuck today hm?” He growled lowly. You stirred slightly. Jin climbed over you, reaching into his boxers to furiously stroke his cock. Pulling it out, he slapped it against your tits, loving the way your brows furrowed with irritation.

“Jin…” You mumbled, “Mm tired. Wanna sleep”

“Yeah fuck baby, just let me do this and we’ll sleep hm? We’ll sleep real good. You’re so stressed Y/n, I just wanna help” He began rubbing your clit, causing you to whine as your legs subconsciously spread for him. “Just like that…there we go” His fingers moved faster as his other hand jacked himself off. 

He rolled you over onto your chest, stripping you down to nothing as you groaned. From the corner of the room, he picked up his knife, drawing a straight line on your back through the scarred spelling of Yoongi’s name. “Yoongi huh. Guess he’s next then”

Jin straddled himself over your ass, lining his cock with you before he sunk into your throbbing heat. You were insanely tight around him, he cursed as he tried to push in deeper and deeper. 

“Jin...” You convinced yourself to wake up with whatever little energy you had left, “Just...easy okay I’m sensitive” It had been barely hours since Jimin had fucked your brains out. You felt Jin trail his lips down your back.

“That’s not fair” He muttered, “Why do I have to go slow?” He began thrusting into you, ignoring your pleas as he rutted into you, watching the way your ass jiggled with each move. “Everyone else got you however they liked” Jin groaned softly, sounds of slapping skin filling the room. “It’s my turn. I was patient. I deserve this” 

He cums quickly, his hot seed spilling out of you. You roll your eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to put my cock in you”

Your eyes felt heavy, you didn’t care. Your thoughts went to Yoongi, desperate his embrace, his sweet voice for some comfort as you drifted to sleep.

-

Weekdays at Death Valley were generally quieter. Yoongi preferred only to visit the dive bar at those times, where he wouldn’t run into any clients or fans. He would sit at the same place, at the very back end of the bar where no one would be able to see him unless they knew where to look. He poked aimlessly at the martini in front of him, before sipping the bitter liquid. 

“Are you fucking insane?” Taehyung growled, sliding into the stool “Okay I admit, you calling that accident on Jimin made sense. Hell, I’ll give you the kidnapping. I get it, you’re jealous, whatever. But stabbing Jungkook? Are you serious? We need him”

Yoongi blinked at him, “Stabbed him? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Taehyung bit his lip, “No way. No fucking way. It wasn’t you?”

Yoongi shook his head. 

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a/n: yall aint ready for this jin, thats all i have to say. lmk what you think. I’ll be honest I had an ASS week so sorry if this isn’t good. anyways, hyung line smut next week :))) see you then!

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