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makethiscanon · 8 months ago

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Snuggle Bug - [Ojiro x Reader]

Word Count: 3500

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Tags: Reader-Insert, Pining, Class 1A Shenanigans, House Party, Fluff, Slow Burn

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One evening during summer vacation, the entirety of Class 1-A decided to pile into the Yaoyorozu family estate, ready to celebrate a few weeks of freedom from your studies.

Yaoyorozu was more than happy to host, and her parents were even happier to retire to their summer home so that everyone could relax without any parents cramping their style.

"Let's play a game!" Declared Ashido excitedly, barely waiting long enough to let everyone settle in.

"Did you have something in mind?" Jirou asked with a roll of her eyes, knowing fine well Ashido had been scheming from the moment today's plans were first announced.

"You bet."

Her smile was devious. It unsettled many.

Just to her left, you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Hagakure on one of the many plush armchairs dotted across the lounge. You were interested in what Ashido had to say, but couldn't help smiling as you looked around at everyone.

You were a few weeks into summer vacation, meaning you hadn't seen many of your classmates in that long. You were surprised by how much you'd missed them.

"Hey, stranger," Hagakure murmured, leaning close to your ear. "Don't think you're leaving here without arranging a hangout with us, Miss 'I never answer my texts'."

Her words lingered as you smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, Hagakure. It's been a busy few weeks."

Truth be told, you hadn't been busy at all. But something had happened in the final week of term that had left you dealing with feelings you didn't know what to do with. And you were sure hanging out with the gang would only make those feelings worse.

Without meaning to, your gaze wandered across to Ojiro. He was sharing a couch with Tokoyami, looking as calm and as cheery as always, wearing black sweats and a grey, sleeveless hoodie that kept pulling your gaze back to the broad definition of his shoulders.

He glanced your way as you watched him. He seemed surprised at first, but smiled and gave you a little wave hello. With a jerk, you sat up straight and dragged your attention back to Ashido, already feeling your cheeks threatening to burn.

You just couldn't look at him the same way now.

During the last week before vacation, you had found yourself in just the right place at the right time to overhear Ojiro defending you to a group of boys from another class. Apparently they had said some less-than-reputable things about you. Which wasn't unheard of. You knew you were a bit of an odd-bod and people did like to talk.

But you'd never heard Ojiro so angry before. He was quick to defend you, and even went as far as rattling off a long list of things he liked about you to prove that they had misjudged you.

Honestly, you'd never heard anyone say such nice things about you before. Let alone so many at once. Every time you thought back on the moment, you ended up flustered.

Trouble was, now you couldn't look at him without feeling nervous. He'd only defended you as a friend, but knowing that he had your back like that, and that he thought all those nice things about you... it was hard not to look at him differently. It was hard not to notice the softness in his expressions, or the deep lull of his laugh, and suddenly you were seeing handsome little quirks in his mannerisms that you were sure hadn't been there before.

Your feelings were getting out of control, and what was worse, you knew you were making a bigger deal out of him defending you than necessary.

You didn't like that your heart was trying to jeopardise your friendship, so you were doing all you could to hold Ojiro at arm's length until you got it under control.

"Let's play snuggle-bug!" Ashido announced.

The declaration was met by confused silence.

"Snuggle-what-now?" Hagakure asked. She sounded intrigued, but no less confused than anyone else.

"Snuggle-bug!" Ashido said again, like she couldn't believe no-one had heard of it before. "Oh, come on. It's like hide-and-seek. We draw lots to decide who the bugs are, then everyone spreads out; the bugs have to hide and everyone else has to find them. If a bug isn't found in ten minutes, they win. Otherwise the person snuggling them at the end wins."

"Snuggling them--?" Mineta nearly choked. "You mean actually, physically cuddling them?"

"Yes!" Ashido said with a gleeful grin. "And if someone else finds your bug before the end of the game, you've got to give up your bug and find a new one. So if you like your bug..." She made meaningful eye-contact with a few different people, including you. "You'd better keep them hidden."

The hairs along your neck stood up. For some reason you felt like your secret feelings had already been rumbled. But surely Ashido couldn't know. You'd told no one, and had done your best to keep things under wraps.

"Let's do it!" Kaminari said eagerly, leading a charge that rippled through everyone and got them into a man-hunting mood.

That, or everyone really needed a hug.

After some prep-work, Ashido had all of you pick a slip of paper from a bowl. Three of the slips were bugs, and the rest were blanks.

You checked your paper. On it were the words: 'snuggle bug.'

Your heart started beating nineteen to the dozen. That was a lot of pressure.

Faced with the uncertainty of who could be about to cuddle you, you suddenly became aware of all the different players. You glanced at Mineta, in particular. If he wasn't also a bug, you needed to make sure you hid well.

When the game began, Yaoyorozu shut off the lights then everyone fanned out. You had one minute to hide, then the claxon would blare to signal the start of the game.

You didn't know the layout of Yaoyorozu's home all that well, but luckily, aside from the class president herself, no one else did either. Hoping to use that to your advantage, you put as much distance between you and the lounge as you could. The main house was large. It would take anyone a while to search room-by-room. So you needed to find a far-away corner to sit tight in.

And you found just the spot in Yaoyorozu's parents' room. You hesitated at first, realising whose room it was, but figured that the same hesitation might stop others coming in to find you, too.

You climbed into the large ottoman at the foot of the bed just as the claxon sounded.

Ten minutes. You could do this.

As you waited to hear the second claxon, you congratulated yourself on finding such a comfortable hiding spot. You hoped Yaoyorozu's parents could forgive you for lying on their folded bed-linens, though. Even with ample wiggle-room, you tried to keep still so things wouldn't get too creased.

It was hard to tell how much time passed. You were in total darkness and the linens muffled most noises, but when you listened closely you could hear people running around. You wondered if another bug had been found yet.

The creak of a floorboard suddenly pulled you from your thoughts and back to your senses. The fact you hadn't had to strain to hear the noise meant one thing: someone was in the room.

Suddenly aware of how loud your breathing was, you clamped your hands over your mouth and stayed deathly still. You wondered what your chances were of remaining unfound. But then again. If you were anyone else, the person-sized chest would be the first place you'd check.

Their footsteps were quiet. You really had to strain to hear them -- which immediately put you on edge. They either had to be someone light-footed, or someone who weighed less than average because they were small.

That last thought horrified you.

You prayed not to see Mineta's purple hair as the chest opened.

Truthfully, you were only half-relieved when you saw it wasn’t him.

“Ah. You found me.”

You looked up at Ojiro, noticing that his tail started wagging when he realised who he had found, nestled amongst the bedding.

Even in the dark, you could see his pleased smile.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re a snugglebug, then?”

He stepped back, offering you his hand to help you out of the chest.

But you hesitated to move. You could only be thankful for the lack of lighting. It hid the fact you were both giddy and panicking at the same time.

The game dictated that you and Ojiro had to cuddle. It was the best—no, worst—no... it was a situation, and you didn’t know how to feel. You weren’t sure if your heart could take having Ojiro cuddling up to you now, not when you were trying desperately to deny your own feelings for him.

But you supposed snuggling was the name of the game. You had to do it, to avoid the question of why you didn’t want to do it. It would only be for a short while. You could endure the cuddle, as long as your heart remained under strict instructions not to run off with your feelings.

Perhaps Ojiro caught wind of your hesitation, as he let his hand drop when you failed to climb from the ottoman. He cleared his throat, then sat down with his back pressed against the outside of the box. For a moment, he looked back at you with a friendly smile then turned his attention elsewhere.

When he seemed to look settled, you quirked an eyebrow. You opened your mouth to ask if he actually intended to cuddle you, but stopped when you realised it would come out sounding desperate.

You couldn’t ignore how disappointed you felt, lying alone in the ottoman now.

“Aren’t you… meant to hug me or something? That’s how the game works, right? You cuddle the bug?”

You did your best to play your nerves off as a playful dig as you sat up, resting your chin on the lip of the ottoman. Ojiro couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw what you were doing, how childish you looked with a small pout on your lips that you weren’t aware you were making. But then his smile faltered.

“I won’t force you into a cuddle you don’t want. I’d never want to… make you uncomfortable.”

Silence followed. You weren’t sure what to say. His words felt loaded, and you could hear a melancholy tone to his voice that made your chest ache. This wasn’t like him.

As Ojiro continued, he ran his hand up through the back of his hair awkwardly.

“…You’ve been acting different around me recently. Kind of skittish. The last thing I want is to invade your personal space if... you don’t want me there.”

Guilt hit you instantly. Of course Ojiro had noticed you keeping him at a distance. And instead of calling you a bad friend, he was being considerate of your feelings. Just another reason to add to the pile of why your heart increasingly, desperately wanted him.

However, his wording really caught your attention.

You cleared your throat with a quiet cough.

“So, um, just to clarify… do you want to cuddle with me, or not?”

Ojiro’s tail swished like a suddenly-wary cat.

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

You rolled your eyes at his answer, then sat up so you could lean out of the ottoman to look at him properly.

“I asked what you want.”

It was dark so you couldn’t see the full effects of your statement, but given that you only managed to hold Ojiro’s gaze for a moment before he glanced away, you had to wonder if he was blushing. His tail swished again.

“I’d… I’d like to cud—I’d like to cuddle you.” He stammered, though his final words were definitive. There was no chance for misinterpretation. And hearing them only made your heart ache more. Not only were you fighting your feelings, but now you felt guiltier. Because no matter what Ojiro was to you, you had pushed him away and he had noticed. And he wanted to cuddle with you – whether for comfort or something else, you didn’t care. You only knew that you weren’t going to turn him away now, your heart be damned.

Despite the turbulence inside yourself, your words came out in that same, playful and calm manner Ojiro knew from you so well.

“Come cuddle me then.”

You laid down in the ottoman, pressing yourself to the front of it to give Ojiro space should he actually want to join you.

You held your breath. You didn’t know how this would go. But to your relief, you heard Ojiro heave himself up from the floor then he carefully climbed in behind you, before pulling you tight against his chest with very little ceremony, his muscular arms holding you close to him.

You had to fight to hold in the gasp that threatened to burst out of you. You hadn’t expected Ojiro to be this willing to have you pressed so tight against him.

“Sorry,” he said immediately, his breath fanning the back of your ear as his words came out softly. “It’s a tight fit with my tail. It’s always getting in the way.”

You tried to reason with yourself then that, at least in part, Ojiro’s bold embrace was strategic. Holding you close was the only way to get you, him, and his small-human-sized tail into the ottoman all at once.

When he was settled, Ojiro’s tail flicked the ottoman closed, then he rested it over you, hugging you with it like a third arm.

Your face felt like it was on fire. So much of Ojiro’s body was pressed against you, and it felt even better than you could ever have dreamed. His strong muscles, now relaxed, were spongy and soft like pillows, yet you could still feel the strength in arms as he held you.

You weren’t sure you could utter a word coherently right now, so you kept quiet, and instead listened to his breathing as his presence invaded your senses. He was so close. He was so warm. His breath fanned gently against the back of your neck, and he held you so close that you could smell that familiar scent of oranges and vanilla that he liked to wear, mixed in with the comforting smell of his skin.

Unable to find the words, you stayed that way for some time, simply curled up in Ojiro’s arms as you fought to hate the feeling, but you couldn’t. It felt too good.

Just then, you heard the creak of a floorboard. You gasped in surprise, while Ojiro pulled you closer. His wasn’t a jumpy, knee-jerk reaction like yours. It was a slow and deliberate movement, like he was pulling you closer to make you feel safe.

Both of you listened for a while, waiting to hear another sound. But nothing came. Not from close by, anyway. You could still hear the muffled sounds of your classmates around the house, both yells and laughter, but nothing to make you think you’d been found.

You didn’t want to be found. You wondered if you might manage to stay here until the game ended, whenever that might be.

As you thought about that, a knot twisted in your stomach. You didn’t know how much longer you had left. What would happen when the game was over and you no longer had the obligation to cuddle with Ojiro… and he no longer had the obligation to cuddle with you?

“Ojiro…” you began, but couldn’t bring yourself to say more; to admit how you were really feeling. But as the quiet carried on, you realised it needed to be said. You couldn’t bear Ojiro thinking you were uncomfortable around him; that he had done something wrong. You didn’t want him thinking that this cuddle… that you were only willing to do it as part of a game. Because you knew that was the furthest thing from the truth.

You dared to bring your voice just above a whisper as you swallowed to clear your throat.

“I overheard you at school.”

Ojiro pulled you closer, lifting his head so his cheek was pressing against the side of your face so he could hear you better.

“When?”

“When you defended me against those boys. What you said about me.”

His body tensed. It was hard for you to miss.

“I…” he began to stammer, his voice barely contained to a whisper. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m sorry if I— I didn’t mean to speak out of turn. Is that—is it why you’ve been acting off around me—”

Hearing the desperation growing in his voice, you cut him off by finishing your thought.

“It made me so happy.”

Ojiro went quiet. He breathed a single word, like he couldn’t believe what his own ears had heard.

“What?”

You touched his arm as he held you, both as a sign of affection and to steel yourself for the rest of what you had to say.

“I’ve never heard anyone say such nice things about me before. It made me happy. Maybe… too happy.”

You paused to take a breath. You knew you had to tell him why you’d been avoiding him. You knew you had to come clean.

But before you could utter the words, Ojiro turned his face towards you to speak, his nose nuzzling your cheek as he did.

“I meant every word of it. You really are the sweetest girl. You might be a little different but that’s why I like you.”

“Ojiro, I—”

“That’s why I really like you.”

His words hung in the air. What had first sounded like a confirmation of friendship, now had your heart in a tizzy.

“You... like me?”

You murmured, sounding shocked and in disbelief.

Ojiro squeezed you. His tail started wagging, thump-thump-thumping against the side of the ottoman.

“I really do. And I only realised how much once I thought I’d done something to make you hate me. It made me realise… I don’t want to lose you.”

Your guilt at keeping Ojiro at arm’s length hit you all over again.

“I’m sorry. I only kept my distance because I was afraid of my feelings.”

Ojiro’s tail started thumping harder against the side of the ottoman. He couldn’t keep the excitement from his voice.

“Do you like me too?”

Unfortunately the revelation came too late, as Ojiro’s excited tail became a beacon for your location. He had no time to rectify his mistake, as in the next moment, the top of the ottoman lifted up and the pair of you looked up to see Kaminari peering down. Ojiro’s hold on you grew much tighter. You groaned at Kaminari’s terrible timing.

Oblivious to the moment he had just interrupted, Kaminari grinned triumphantly.

“Which of you is the snugglebug?”

Seeing no way to get the moment back, you begrudgingly raised your hand.

“I am.”

Kaminari’s grin only broadened. He threw his thumb over his shoulder, looking at Ojiro.

“Shift it.”

Ojiro hesitated. He made no effort to move at all. Then, suddenly, the claxon blared, making all three of you jump. Kaminari straightened up after hearing the sound, throwing his hands into his hair with an exasperated groan.

“Are you kidding me? I was just about to snuggle with a hottie. Come on!”

The fact he had technically won did not seem to matter. Kaminari felt robbed.

As he skulked off, Ojiro began untangling himself from you, then helped the both of you out of the ottoman. When you were out, in true Ojiro style, he started trying to straighten out the crumpled bedlinen out of respect for Yaoyorozu’s parents. You watched him with a smile, though you felt nervous. Both of you had just confessed your feelings like it was the most natural thing in the world, but you had no idea where that left the two of you.

You bit your lip as he straightened up then closed the ottoman with his tail, giving his attention back to you.

Now that your eyes were adjusted to the darkness, you could see the warmth in his expression as he looked at you. It eased your worries, but you needed to know for sure.

“So… what now?” You asked.

Without missing a beat, Ojiro offered you his hand to hold.

“How about a movie this weekend? Not with the gang, I mean. Just... you and me.”

You could hear the nerves in his voice, like he was putting his heart on the line for this.

With a warm smile, you slipped your hand into his then gave it a squeeze to reassure him.

“I’d like that.”

Now that your fingers were intertwined, the two of you headed back to the lounge, both feeling as nervous but as happy as each other. Neither of you were prepared for Hagakure’s happy, banshee-like screeching the moment she set her sights on you.

You smiled as Ojiro’s hand held yours tighter, then he led you into the room.

So, you didn’t manage to win snugglebug. But truly, you didn’t mind. What you had won, and what the future held, was much, much better.

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#ojiro mashirao #x reader #x you #x yn #snugglebug #snuggle bug #tailman #fluff #romance #bnha #happy birthday ojiro #seven minutes in heaven #spin the bottle #ojiro #mashirao #MTCfics #GIF

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dragonydreams · 8 months ago

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Let's Be Proud Together - Buck/Tommy

Title: Let's Be Proud Together Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: Teen Audiences And Up Pairings/Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard, Hen Wilson, Karen Wilson, Josh Russo Additional Tags: Tommy POV, BuckTommyWeek2024, Pride Summary: It's Buck and Tommy's first Pride together. Word Count: 1,470 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Reamworks, Brad Falchuk Teley-Vision, Ryan Murphy Television, and 20th Television. Betas: Thank you to @medieshanachie for looking this over for me.

Note: I managed to write one story for @bucktommyweek - Prompt: Pride

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"How is that even possible?" Evan exclaimed, incredulously. "Never?"

Tommy shifted in his seat and asked, "Is it really so surprising that I've never participated in Pride month?"

"Not even working the parade on duty?" Buck asked.

Tommy huffed out a laugh. "You think Gerrard would have allowed his station to work the Pride parade?"

"From what I know about him, probably not. But you never went with friends?"

"Evan, I worked very hard to maintain my image as a macho straight man for a very long time. I didn't even come out until I was in my forties, and then… I don't know, it just never felt right. And I didn't allow myself to have any queer friends as a manner of self-preservation, so that no one would think me queer by association."

Evan pulled Tommy into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry you never felt comfortable celebrating who you are," Even murmured into his ear.

Tommy pulled back and pressed a brief kiss to Evan's lips. "It is what it is."

"But will you go now? With me?" Evan asked, hope shining in his eyes. "I kinda can't wait to show off my hot pilot boyfriend at the Pride Parade; as a member of the community, not just an ally."

"I'd be honored to go and show off my hot firefighter boyfriend," Tommy said, smiling wide.

"Good, because I already told Hen, Karen, and Josh we'd go with them," Evan said.

"Wait, who is Josh?" Tommy asked.

"Josh Russo, you met him at the wedding." Tommy shrugged and looked at Evan blankly, so Evan continued, "He's Maddie's best friend at Dispatch and very gay. You know, at one poker night, Josh thought she was trying to set us up, and Maddie said she liked him too much to set him up with her brother. I didn't protest that I wasn't into guys, just that she didn't want to set him up with me. We laughed it off and we moved on. I really can't believe it took me so long to realize I wasn't fully straight."

"I guess I'm lucky that he wasn't your type," Tommy said.

"I'm lucky that I'm your type," Evan said.

Tommy couldn't resist kissing Evan. "You are definitely my type," he said, kissing him again.Then he asked, "So we're going to the parade with your sister's best friend and Howie's best friend, but not Maddie and Howie?"

"I asked Maddie if they wanted to come, but she insisted that she didn't want to cramp my style for my first out Pride," Evan said, blushing slightly.

"She's a good sister," Tommy said.

"She's the best," Evan agreed. "Besides, Hen is like my other big sister and Josh and I have hung out without Maddie before. Although I'm not sure if Hen has ever hung out with Josh before. I don't think their paths have crossed much."

"You do know that not all queer people know each other, right?" Tommy teased.

"Ha. Ha," Evan said, dryly. "Yes, I did know that. I just think it's interesting that they both know Maddie and Chimney but haven't all hung out together."

"Maybe they have and you just weren't there," Tommy suggested.

"Maybe," Evan conceded.

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The night before Pride, Tommy spent the night at Evan's so that he'd already be there in the morning when everyone gathered at the loft.

Evan was laying on his side, watching him, as Tommy drifted awake.

"How long have you been doing that?" Tommy asked.

"Not too long," Evan said. He leaned over to brush a quick kiss against Tommy's lips. "Happy Pride."

Tommy grinned and pulled Evan into a deeper kiss. When they broke apart, both a bit breathless, Tommy said, "Happy Pride."

"Let's get showered. They're going to be here in like an hour," Evan said, bouncing out of bed.

"You go ahead, I need a few more minutes," Tommy insisted.

Evan pouted adorably. "You don't want to join me?"

"Not if we only have an hour until we have company," Tommy said, waving him off. "Go shower. I'll get started on coffee."

Twenty minutes later, Evan came down the stairs dressed in blue denim shorts and a tight pink tank top.

Tommy felt his jaw drop as he watched Evan descend the stairs.

"Like what you see?" Evan said with a smirk.

"Very much so," Tommy said. "Come here."

Evan quickly circled the kitchen island and stepped into Tommy's open arms. Tommy pulled him close and kissed him very thoroughly.

Reluctantly, Evan pulled back. "Your turn to shower."

Tommy sighed, but headed for the stairs. He showered quickly and dressed in blue jeans and a tight white tee shirt.

As he descended the stairs, he heard laughter. From multiple people. He watched Evan lick his lips when he caught sight of Tommy.

"Damn, my boyfriend is hot," Evan said.

"Mine, too," Tommy said. "Hey, Hen. Karen."

"Hey, Tommy," Hen said.

"I'm not running late, am I?" Tommy asked.

"No, we're early," Karen said. "I promised Buck I'd paint him before we headed to the parade."

"Paint?" Tommy asked, eyebrows raised.

He looked more closely at the two women. Hen was dressed in white pants with an orange and pink top and Karen wore a beautiful sundress in the colors of the lesbian flag.

They also had flags painted on their cheeks.

"Did you want the bi flag or the rainbow flag?" Karen asked, the question clearly directed to Evan.

Evan glanced up at Tommy before returning his attention to Karen. "Let's go with the bi flag on my cheek and a rainbow flag on my left bicep."

Hen came over to stand beside Tommy as they watched Karen get to work.

"How 'bout you?" Hen asked Tommy. "You up for a little paint?"

Tommy shifted uncomfortably. He supposed that was the question. Was he up for publicly declaring his sexual orientation?

"You know you don't have to," Hen was quick to add. "No one here, or there, will be upset if you don't. I know just going is a big step for you."

"Did Evan tell you that?" Tommy asked.

"He didn't have to," Hen said. She bumped her shoulder against his.

A knock at the door delayed Tommy's need to make a decision right at that moment. Tommy went to open the door to the last member of their party. "You must be Josh," Tommy said, allowing the man into the apartment.

"I'd be offended that you don't remember me from the wedding, but as I recall, you were exhausted and met a lot of people that day," Josh said. "You, on the other hand, were extremely memorable." He looked Tommy up and down. "For more than one reason."

Tommy closed the door behind Josh, watching as he joined the others at the table. Josh was wearing a Hawaiian shirt in the colors of the gay flag with khaki pants. He already had a rainbow flag painted on one cheek.

Karen was just finishing the rainbow flag on Evan's arm when Tommy joined them.

"I guess I can't be the only one without paint," he said with a sigh.

Karen squealed excitedly. "What do you want?"

Tommy thought about it for a minute, his eyes running over Evan's upper body.

"Can you do a rainbow on my arm, same as Evan's? Well, a little lower?" Tommy asked.

"You've got it," Karen said. "Sit down."

Tommy reached out and Evan took his hand. Evan was smiling widely.

"You guys are too cute together," Josh observed. Then he lamented, "Why are all the good ones taken?"

"Maybe you'll meet someone today," Evan said, optimistically.

"Unlikely," Josh said. "But you never know."

"You really don't," Evan agreed, eyes returning to Tommy.

"There we go," Karen said, finishing with a flourish. "I just need to rinse out the brush and we are good to go."

They all stood and Evan was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Has everyone put on sunscreen and used the bathroom?" Hen asked.

"Seriously?" Evan asked. "When did you become everyone's mom?"

"Do you want those large, muscular, arms to get sunburned?" she countered.

"Good point," Evan conceded. He went into the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. "Probably should have done this before doing the paint."

"Just go around it," Hen said.

Tommy and Evan applied the sunscreen to their faces, necks and arms. Tommy held the bottle out to Josh, but he said he was all set.

"I'll just use the bathroom upstairs," Evan said. "Feel free to use this one."

They all took turns using the facilities, knowing it would be many hours before they'd be near a bathroom again.

Finally, everyone was ready to go.

"Let's go show them how first responders do Pride," Evan said, excitedly as they headed out the door.

#bucktommyweek #bucktommy #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #911 fic #Fic: Let's Be Proud Together #pride

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your-divine-ribs · 8 months ago

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The Christmas Wish Part 4

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I intended to also add Van’s POV to this but I wanted to get something posted this weekend so that’ll be next part. Sorry if it’s naff! Hopefully some cute moments coming up in the next part 🤍

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🤍 Sacha's POV 🤍

I'm still partially in shock as we all make our way down the corridor and push through the outer school door. I'd been dreading seeing Grace's dad, I was totally expecting the worst from him and I truly thought I'd be desperate to get away after an uncomfortable and awkward meeting. Instead here I am, watching his kids practically dragging him across the car park, excited chatter filling the chilly winter air of Christmas trees and tinsel and fairy lights.

"Are you really sure you don't mind me tagging along?" I say as Van comes to a stop in front of a flashy looking red sports car, fumbling in his jacket pocket for the keys. "I can always pick up the stuff I need for the Christmas wreaths on my way in tomorrow, it's not a problem."

I can't help but feel like I'm intruding on a precious family moment, but Van won't hear any of it. "Why put yourself out when we're heading there right now? We'd love you to come with us wouldn't we kids?"

Cries of "yeah course we do Miss!" and "you gotta help us choose a tree!" burst from the two children and I can't help but grin from ear to ear, buoyed by their obvious excitement.

He opens up the passenger door and shunts the seat forward, urging the kids to clamber into the back. "C'mon you pair, you're gonna have to both get in the back. We can't expect Miss Wilson to squeeze herself in there can we?"

"Err... it's Sacha," I remind him. "We're not in school now. And I don't mind sitting in the back. Not at all."

Even as I'm saying the words I'm filled with doubts as to how I'll be able to manoeuvre myself into the car gracefully without flashing too much leg. It's so low to the ground the suspension's practically scraping the tarmac, the back seat a cramped-looking space that I'd likely have to contort my body into. It's definitely not a practical family vehicle but I suppose what should I expect from a rock-star, even one with children?

"No way, you're up front with me," Van smiles and I feel a little twinge of excitement radiate through me which I try to ignore, turning my attention quickly back to the car.

"It's a really nice car, very fancy!" I enthuse, letting my eyes trail over the sleek contours, the garish fire engine red paintwork standing out starkly amongst the drab coloured family saloons parked on either side.

Van lets his hand trail proudly over the soft-top, almost petting it. "Just picked it up last week, bloody gorgeous ain't it? Bit of a tight squeeze for four though. Wasn't really thinking about the practicalities when I bought it."

"Can we have the top down Daddy?" I hear a little voice come from inside.

"Not in the middle of December, we'll freeze!" Van laughs, sliding the seat forward and ushering me into the passenger seat. I slide into the leather seat self-consciously, holding my skirt tight to my thighs. Van waits until I'm settled before he shuts the door.

I've never been in a car like this before in my life. It's a far cry from my trusty little Fiat 500 that I trundle to school and back in every day. I glance around at the impressive interior, wondering what something like this might cost.

"Can't wait for the summer," Van says as he takes his seat behind the wheel. "Cruising along with the top down, tunes blaring out, the wind in my hair..."

"You'll just be moaning about messing up your hair the whole time!" Grace giggles from the back and I laugh as I see Van sticking out his tongue at his daughter in the rearview mirror.

"Well? It's good hair!" He smirks, making a show of running his hand through it.

"Grandma keeps saying when ya gonna get it cut?" Leo pipes up and Van is quick to reply that Grandma knows nothing about style.

I can't stop grinning hearing Van's easy banter with the kids and I'm beginning to see where Grace gets her outgoing, cheeky nature from. I fasten my seatbelt just as I hear Van firing up the engine which roars into life with a throaty growl.

"Just listen to that," Van murmurs as he revs the accelerator a few times, the delight on his face evident. "Goes 0-60 in about 4 seconds!"

I raise my eyebrows and nod my head, trying to look impressed even though the thought of travelling so fast so quickly frankly terrifies me.

"Can we go fast today... please!" Grace cries. "You're always on about how quick it goes but then you never show us. You always drive so slow-ly."

She drags out the word for effect and Leo makes loud vrooming noises. Van starts to inch the car forward.

"I told you before, I'm not driving fast with you two in the car... precious cargo ain't ya?"

There's booing and grumbling from the back and I turn my head towards Van, surreptitiously sneaking a glance at his handsome profile as he's concentrating on navigating out of the tight parking space.

"I swear if I scratch this paintwork..."

"Mummy says Daddy bought this car 'cause he's having a mid-life crisis...whatever that is!" Grace suddenly announces and I have to bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle the laugh that nearly bursts free.

Van doesn't look quite so amused, his face scrunching in embarrassment which morphs into an awkward grin as his eyes flick quickly across to me. "Yeah well... mummy says a lot of things," he murmurs, then he drops his voice even lower. "Is Gracie like this in class too?"

"Oh yes," I grin, also talking in hushed tones even though the children clearly aren't listening, chattering away to each other in the back. "If Grace has something to say then she'll just come right out with it, she doesn't hold back."

"Have no idea where she gets it from!" Van chuckles, then he's pulling out of the car park, the momentum of the acceleration of the car pushing me back in my seat even though we're not even travelling that quickly. I'm not into cars at all but even I can't deny there's something kind of hot about the thought of all that power thrumming underneath the bonnet.

Van asks for directions to Harvey's and I start to tell him before we're interrupted by the raised voices of the kids squabbling in the back. I twist around in my seat to see what the altercation is.

"I get to pick this time," Grace demands, pouting sulkily at her brother. "You had your go this morning."

"But it only takes five minutes to get to school. That's only enough time for one song!"

Grace is resolute. "I don't care, those are the rules! You'll only go and put something rubbish on anyway. We don't wanna listen to 'baby shark' again!"

"Ughh had that stuck in my head all morning," Van grumbles, then he reaches into his inside jacket pocket to produce a phone which he holds out to me. "Here ya are, pass that to Gracie will ya? We take it in turns to take control of the music on car trips... unless you want a turn Sacha? Seems only fair you being an honorary guest an' all?"

God, why does the sound of him simply saying my name make me feel all warm and gooey inside?

I take the phone from him, feeling far too shy to reveal my basic music tastes. "Oh no, I'll pass thanks. We don't want Grace to miss her turn do we?"

Grace smiles victoriously and thanks me as she leans forward to take her dad's phone, immediately jabbing at the screen.

"Should be already connected," Van calls to her. "And pick something decent to put on... especially seeing as we've got company."

"I'm on your Spotify account, so you're bound to like it," she replies, and I glance at Van just in time to see that awkward little smile surface again.

"I've got a really wide range of music tastes nowadays. Touring and meeting other musicians really opens up your ears to new stuff. There's all sorts on there. You never know what you might find."

"Any guilty pleasures?" I tease, intrigued as I hear Grace giggling from behind me.

"Me? Nah... I'm not remotely guilty about any of the stuff I listen to..."

And then, as if on some perfectly timed cue, the tinkling opening bars of Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas begin to blare out from the car's speakers. Van's jaw practically unhinges and the giggles I've been suppressing since we first got into the car finally burst free.

"I never would've had you pegged as a Mariah fan!" I laugh as Van splutters, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm not, I swear! She must've clicked on some generic Christmas playlist."

"But Daddy... it's your Christmas playlist," Grace is quick to pipe up. "You picked all these songs yourself. Remember?"

"I swear, every shred of dignity goes out of the window when you have kids," Van mutters, but he's laughing, little creases forming around the corners of his eyes, an adorable tinge of pink lighting up his cheeks. "And you can't have Christmas without Mariah can you?"

"Definitely not!" I laugh along with him, before I'm trying to maintain a mock serious tone. "I mean, I'm not a fan at all but I'd be very disappointed if this particular song wasn't on your hand-picked Christmas playlist."

"Phew... am I off the hook then?" He flashes me a toothy grin, but before I get a chance to answer, two little voices sound out in perfect harmony.

"I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know... make my wish come truuu-uuueee..."

"It's your bit next Daddy!" Cries Leo.

Oh... this just gets better and better. I look across at Van again whose cheeks are getting pinker by the second as he shakes his head. "Err... not now Leo."

"So you can hit Mariah's high notes then can you?" I tease, throughly enjoying watching him squirm.

"You should hear him Miss, he screeches sooooo loud," Grace cuts in and I glance back to see her covering her hands with her ears whilst she winces dramatically.

"Hey... less of the screeching," Van interjects. "I've got the voice of an angel, I'll have you know!"

"Well if it's that good then I think I need to hear it," I say, as both children erupt into chants of "sing Daddy sing!"

"My throat's actually a little sore right now, think I might be coming down with a cold." Van finishes off his sentence with a weak cough and it's quite obvious that he's faking it, but it's also quite obvious that his children aren't backing down from their pleas.

"No you've not... liar!"

"Yeah that's rubbish! And we always sing this song together!"

"Sing Daddy... please!"

"God, they're more demanding than the fans," Van groans but I can see his resolve is being ground down. What I'm not banking on though is his next line as he comes to a stop at a traffic light and looks across at me with a mischievous smirk. "But if I am gonna sing I think it's only fair that Sacha sings too... we're all in this together."

Now it's my turn for my jaw to fall slack, my eyes widening as I protest.

"Oh no I can't... I can't sing at all... I'm tone deaf..."

"No you're not Miss!" Grace blurts out excitedly. "You always sing so prettily in class... and you lead the school choir don't you? You're a good singer!"

I'm visibly cringing much to Van's amusement, the biggest shit-eating grin stretching wide on his lips. "Ahh... it's all coming out now! Look... we're not gonna get them to shut up if we don't do this. We'll never hear the end of it."

"Oh my god I can't believe I'm actually doing this," I mumble, my whole face in flames as I raise up my hands to my cheeks.

Mariah's still warbling away shrilly on the car stereo, and I figure I might not even see Grace's dad again after this so I take a deep breath, looking straight ahead out the car windscreen so I don't have to look directly at him as I start to sing.

"Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas, this is all I'm asking for..."

And to my horror the whole car falls silent to listen to me.

"But you didn't even join in!" I gasp in surprise, but my words are cut short as Van starts to sing.

"Oh, I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come truuuu...uuuee..."

His voice is the perfect mixture of smooth with a throaty rasp that makes me suck in a breath, and he scrunches his eyes shut briefly as he rises up to hit the high note. I'm staring with my mouth agape, I can't help it, and then our eyes meet as he looks right at me to sing the next line.

"Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is youuuuu."

"Youuuuu, ba-by..." Chime in the kids, loud giggles emanating from the back seat that thankfully snap me out of my trance.

Van's smiling widely at me, his face all lit up from within and his eyes sparkling with a youthful exuberance and an errant thought flashes through my head...

Shit... I'm in trouble... I like this guy... I REALLY like him...

But as soon as the thought pops up then it's gone. I'm swept up in the moment, singing along with everyone, hamming it up as we all mimic Mariah's signature high-pitched vocals as the song plays out. I'm having so much fun I completely forget where we are for a moment, and the actual purpose of me being here with Grace and her family. Too late, I see the turning for Harvey's shoot past in a blur out the passenger window.

"Ahhh... you just missed the turning... sorry I got completely distracted," I say, quickly giving Van directions as he indicates for the upcoming roundabout.

"No problem," he replies, navigating the roundabout to bring us quickly to our destination.

"Here we are kids!" He announces as he pulls into a free parking space. "All ready to get this tree then?"

"Can we get a real one rather than a fake one?" Grace calls hopefully. "That's what Alex bought mummy last week. It's huge!"

Van's cheerful demeanour disintegrates instantly at the mention of the name which is unfamiliar to me, and it doesn't take a genius to work out that Alex is likely his ex-wife's new boyfriend. He's obviously still wounded and far from over the breakdown of his marriage and I should be filled with sympathy but instead I feel an unexpected rush of completely misplaced jealousy that I really have no business feeling.

"There's loads of trees here to choose from," I say purposefully brightly, tearing my eyes away from Van to address the kids. "Ellie bought a six foot Norwegian pine here just last week. It looks gorgeous in her living room all decorated up."

"Six foot?" Echoes Leo. "Is that as tall as you Daddy?"

"Uh-huh," Van says as he powers off the ignition, turning around in his seat to face the children. "So how big's this tree of mummy's then kids? Is it as tall as me d'ya think?"

Leo shrugs whilst Grace looks thoughtful. "I dunno... Mummy couldn't reach up to put the star on the top though so Alex had to pick her up to do it... just like you used to do..."

The kids likely don't notice the shadow that flits across Van's features but I notice it, a ripple of emotion on the surface that he admirably recovers rather flawlessly from. He plasters on a smile full of enthusiasm as he leans on the headrest, telling his excited children that the tree they're going to get will be much bigger and better than their mum's, and how they'll take it home with them to decorate up that very evening.

"Umm... Van... errr... sorry to interrupt," I venture cautiously.

I don’t want to ruin the moment, I really don’t, but my practical primary school teacher's brain tends to assess scenarios very quickly, pinpointing and zooming in on probable complications. I wonder if Van's even considered how he's going to fit a majestic seven foot pine into his tiny little sports car to transport it home.

“Yeah?” He whips his head around to face me, eyes bright and eager.

“There might be… ummm …. a little problem... you know... with the logistics of getting a tree that size home in this car. Not sure if you've thought about that."

But it appears that Van already has, a huge grin stretching wide on his face as he reaches forward to pluck his phone from his daughter's hands. "'Course I've already thought of that... that's where Larry comes in!"

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret - Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty Three - The Prime Mover Ritual Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags! A/N: I AM ALIVE AHAHA, it had been a long week. I am so so SO sorry I couldn't get this out any sooner, hopefully this is worth the wait. Next chapter won't be posted till the friday after this coming friday just to give myself some extra time and buffer because working two jobs and not getting home till almost 11pm 4 nights a week is really cramping my style.

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Traditionally, I was told, the Prime Mover ritual was held as the sun rose so the large monastery chapel was bathed in blood red morning light.

It had been decided that trying to organize the ritual while also waiting until I had been cleared by the healers was not going to happen, thus the ceremony and ritual had been moved from early morning to dusk. Instead of the rising sun greeting me as I rose above the ranks of Siblings and Clergymen, I was to be greeted by the twilight and bright moonlight. It was going to be a cloudless night was what Sister Imperator told me as she and the other Sisters arrived to dress me for my second to last, yet most important ritual.

“How are you feeling, Sister?” Imperator coaxed, hand resting gently on my bare shoulder as I was allowed to soak in the heat of the bath that had been drawn for me while I tried to calm my slowly frazzling nerves.

“Physically? Fine. Emotionally? Anxious,” I shrugged sheepishly, a small smile on my lips. “This feels like the biggest moment of my life and I’m worried I’m going to screw it up…”

“I wouldn’t worry, Cardinal Copia and Papa will be there with you, and I know you’ve practiced and drilled with Secondo for your parts.” She smiled, a warm motherly look on her face for a moment before she fought to put it away. “You’ve come into this role more than I had ever expected or ever dreamed of. You’ve blown my expectations out of the water. I’m proud to know you’ve come into your own since joining us at the Abbey.”

“T-Thank you, Sister Imperator,” I stuttered, voice thick with tears as I took her outstretched hand and squeezed it firmly. “It means a lot to me that you and everyone here had welcomed me all those years ago, I don’t think I’d ever have been this happy with a normal life…whatever normal is anyways…”

We laughed at ourselves as we wiped at the tears threatening to spill. We were two women from very different walks of life, but here we were together in Rome only hours away from myself becoming the closest thing we in the Clergy had to royalty. If anyone had told me what my life had in store for me when I took the habit, I would have laughed at them until I cried tears of disbelief.

“Come, Sorella. Let us get you ready.” One of the sisters came over to the bath, holding her hand out to me to help me from the sunken tub.

“Of course, thank you,” I smiled as another Sister helped wrap a towel around me and only paused slightly as her eyes floated over the large golden scar.

I felt my cheeks heat up before she apologized under her breath and continued to help dry me off, making a point to not let her eyes drift over my chest again. The two Sisters worked together, just like every ritual before this, buffing me with various abrasive cloths, and massaging my body with both fragrance and ritual oils. I could tell they were both mumbling something in Latin as they worked, but what they were chanting I couldn’t decipher. Once all of the various oils and creams laid out on the countertop were fully rubbed in, both women helped me into an enormous silk robe and tied the belt snugly around my waist.

“Time to eat something, Sister. You will need your strength for this long night,” one Sibling said, bowing to me as they led me from my bathroom to a table by the fireplace.

I looked around my bedroom, half hoping to see either Copia or Terzo, but they had long since been kicked out while I was getting ready. Only Swiss was here, sitting in the wingback chairs with our lunch on the table near him. Imperator was in the other corner of the room with two other Sisters who were rushing to set up the many, many, many layers of fabric that would eventually be helped onto my frame. My eyes widened a fraction and panic nipped at my heels as I thought about just how heavy the final garment would be. Behind the three women, on top of a dresser by the window were the layers of veils and several crowns and hairpins that would be added in the end.

“Sunshine, stop freaking out. I can feel it in my balls,” Swiss laughed, teasing me knowing it would pull my attention away from the anticipation of the evening.

“Gross, Swiss…I didn’t need to know that,” I laughed, the silk of my robe swishing against the ground as I walked over and sat down with him.

My mouth was watering as I saw the spread in front of me; a plate of chicken, roasted vegetables, and yellow rice. I tried to not inhale it, but before I could help myself I was already halfway done with the meal as Swiss chatted with me about the day and how my lovers were waiting for me.

“They both are anxious about seeing you, but they are also having to go through formal preparation.”

“Preparations?” I asked, staring at him quizzically.

“What? Did you think only you have to get greased up and wear about a hundred layers and pounds of fabric?” He laughed and I flicked a roasted tomato at him.

“You are feisty today, did you sleep too much?”

“I slept like a baby, thank you very much.”

We chatted and laughed, a part of me so relieved that there wasn’t any tension between Swiss and I. Especially with everything that had happened because of Veritas. Once I managed to eat everything on my plate, sip on the glass of water that had been left for me, and relax a little again, I found Sister Imperator coming over to collect me.

“It’s just about time, my dear. Are you ready?”

“Let’s do this.”

…

I felt like a Russian princess as I stood in front of the three mirrors set up to be able to see my gown from every angle. It had taken the better part of an hour to get me dressed and ready, that didn’t even include my various veils and crowns that had yet to be put on.

They started with a simple linen chemise that settled off my shoulders, then helped me into stockings that were tied tightly at the knee so they wouldn’t slip down and a pair of simple leather flats. Next was a Victorian style corset, cinching my waist in small but giving me support for the next few layers of the heavy gown. Over that was a thin linen petticoat and then a bustle cage to support the skirts and smooth out the bustle and train of the dress.

Two of the Sisters helped me guide the underskirt over my head. Made of white silk taffeta, it had a strip of buttons from the skirt up into a strip that would eventually be fixed to my bodice. On either side of the buttons was the most extravagant gold embroidery, all hand stitched and meticulously mirrored on either side. Among the swirling patterns of vines and leaves were many symbols for fertility, good fortune, and piety; all were worked along with the grucifix and crest of the Emeritus family that were sewn by hand into the silk.

The overdress, which was open like a robe, was part skirt and part bodice. It took all four of the Sisters to help me into this outfit. The open skirt was put into place first by hook and eye closures at my cinched waist, then the bodice was slipped over my arms and I watched as the four women worked together to settle the heavy velvet fabric of the overskirt and attach the strip of buttons up the front closure. The bodice had a low neckline, sweeping across my bust, and settled right on the very edge of my shoulders; the edge just barely visible was a soft ruffle of lace. It also had long open, hanging sleeves that reminded me of the style that elves wore in fantasy movies.

Mimicking the design of the two skirts, the bodice was split with a white section down the middle to match the underskirt, with both the gold embroidery and strip of buttons. The red section copied the look of the overskirt with gold piping along the faux edge and even more of the intricate embroidery. The red velvet overdress had a long sweeping train, and all along the edges of the skirts were more golden stitches. In the center of the train was my own personal monogram seal that came with my ascension. Completely absorbed in taking in my reflection, a hand gently settling on my bare shoulder startled me.

“We leave in five minutes, Your Eminence,” one of the Sisters spoke softly behind me as I stood, completely absorbed and overwhelmed by how I was dressed.

“Y-Yes, thank you Sister,” I stuttered, looking back at my make-up as the other Siblings gathered to help put on the final layers of veils before our departure.

They had kept my hair mostly simple due to the coming veils and headdresses, a low and windswept bun at the nape of my neck, but my makeup was what stood out the most. My skin was dewy, my lips soft and pink. It was my eyes that had been done up dramatically. The Sisters had made my eyes look both bright and sultry with rouge eyeshadow; trailing from my eyes and down my cheeks were droplets of golden ichor, several large teardrops hanging in suspension on my cheeks. Leaning in slightly to check my reflection I smiled softly as I could see Swiss in the reflection of the mirror, leaning against the wall casually.

“You’ll be fine, Sunshine,” he chuckled, winking through the silver of his mask. I gave him a slight nod and couldn’t help the heavy sigh that slipped from my lips.

“I know, I know,” I laughed as I turned to him, the soft sound of layers of satin and velvet swishing as I turned back and forth towards him. “What do you think? I clean up nice, right?”

“You look like a princess.” He chuckled, he was also dressed in full finery. “A Princess of surprisingly not Italian origin, considering where we are…”

“They tried to get me to wear another antique dress from the renaissance and I fought with Sister Imperator until we agreed on a reproduction gown. I much prefer the grandeur of the Romanovs myself…” I rolled my eyes but smiled at Swiss as the Sisters came back in with Imperator right behind them.

“Time for the finishing touches, Sister,” Imperator smiled brightly, gesturing to the veils waiting for me on the bed. “Sister Maja will carry the final veil, as that will be put in place during your ritual. Sister Ester will carry the headdress, and Sister Lenora will carry your final dress. Everything else we’ll need to place now.”

The first veil was a white lace that came to just barely brush against my bare upper arms, the thin gossamer material light enough to flutter as the Sisters milled about me while they pinned it in place. The second one was slightly shorter and was made in the same style but in gold threads. Both were pinned to just barely dust against my forehead and over that was the heaviest of the items I was expected to wear. Draped over my head slowly, as to not pull the light lace veils out of place, was a heavy veil made of royal blue silk.

The edge was scalloped and piped with gold along with the same matching golden embroidery everything else I was wearing was covered in. The hem stopped just shy of dusting the floor and flowed outward with the skirts of my dress. It was enormous and I already felt weighed down by both the veil and the heavy velvet dress, however the final step was to add a gold, diamond encrusted diadem in the style of a saintly halo to hold everything in place.

Imperator clapped, gaining everyone's attention from fawning over my dress before we followed each other out of the room. “Alright, we're going to be cutting it close. Let’s go ladies.”

I couldn’t help but find it wasteful to go through all this effort for things that would be removed in the end. It was part of the ceremony of this transformation, of leaving my secular world behind in a haze of incense and ritual for my mortal form to ascend to another higher being.

Or at least that was what Secondo said the ritual was about.

As Swiss took my arm, guiding me out of the Papal suites and down dusky hallways towards the massive Monastery chapel, I felt my anxiety really creep up. The hallways were almost completely empty, most people having already made their way inside the space as we lined up and waited for our cue to enter. I could hear the sound of the organ playing and my palms began to sweat.

“Sunshine…?” Swiss whispered to me, concern obvious in his voice. “Do you need me to help you make a break for it? I think I can carry you even with the forty pounds of fabric you’re wearing.”

“No, I’m okay,” I laughed. “I can do this.” I smiled warmly, though I know I didn’t reach my eyes. “I can, right?”

“You are our Prime Mover, Lucifer sent you himself to not only shepard us but to become the Mama to our Papa and the Cardinal. If there is anyone who could do it, it would be you.”

“Thank you, Swiss.”

Without another word, the large wooden doors opened and the procession started. I watched as the Sisters headed towards the altar, the chapel already full and people standing against the walls to get even just a glimpse of this momentous moment in my own life, let alone theirs. Vaguely I registered music and a chorus singing, but I was too busy looking at the altar to notice even the fine decoration adorning the space. Swiss was the only thing keeping me grounded as we made our way slowly to the altar, and I took in the sight of Terzo and Copia in their finery.

Terzo was dressed in his purple lined chasuble, however over that was a long black cape, clipped with gold chains over his heart, with purple accents and gold embroidery. He also wore a stole, draped around his neck and adorned with the same golden filigree motif as my own dress. The skirts of the cape trailed behind him slightly as he walked up to the altar, his arms raised and his head bowed in my direction, a small smirk barely contained. On his head he wore his normal Papal mitre, long black strips trailing down his back, and black leather gloves with golden nail tips. Terzo’s Papal paints were done so sharply I know it had taken him twice as long as normal. When he winked at me I bit my bottom lip and let my eyes drift away from him to the other man with him.

Copia was standing slightly to the side, but he looked no less spectacular than Terzo. The Cardinal was wearing his choir dress, the highest of formal robes in our organization, in his signature deep red color. However, instead of the stiff wool cassocks I was so used to seeing him in, he was wearing one made of the finest silk. He too had a small train coming from the floor length silk cassock, over which he wore a white alb with a wide lace trim. A red capelet was worn over that, the hem just barely dusting against the crook of his elbows as his hands were pressed together with a grucifix dangling between them.

Instead of his biretta, he wore a red galero. It was a wide brimmed hat with tassels hanging down from either side. His makeup was done as always, not a spot smudged or line wobbled, he looked ethereal and almost otherworldly in the shadow of his enormous brim. I felt myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, like a sinner to the darkness. But when I thought I had been transfixed beyond anything, he met my eyes and I watched him swallow hard, stumbling slightly over the prayer he was whispering like a secret.

I felt my heart in my throat knowing that this moment was what we three had been waiting for. I smiled at both of them, unable to hold back my joy any longer, as Swiss helped me up the stairs of the first level of the altar in my heavy dress. I held his arm as I settled to kneel on the pillow waiting for me on the floor, looking up at Terzo who was staring at me like I was the only woman in the entire world. His eyes were filled with a swirling of so many emotions it made me dizzy; my heart thrumming away in my chest as I held my hands together tightly in prayer with the grucifix dangling between my fingers. This was to be the longest of the rituals by far, at least till the binding ritual the next day, and a part of me was worried about kneeling for as long as I had to.

“Welcome, my flock, to this momentous occasion,” Terzo’s voice boomed out over the chapel, and suddenly the space was so quiet I could hear my heavy anxious breathing. It hadn’t even dawn on me when the music and choir had stopped. “It is today of all feast days that we are gathered to watch one of our own rise above to a higher calling.”

He moved from behind the altar as he spoke, coming to stand directly in front of me on the next altar level. He reached out and I felt his hand cup my cheek. I let him tilt my head up to look right at him. Terzo was backlit by the setting sunlight filtering in from the stained glass windows. He looked like sin itself, a wry smirk on his face as I gasped slightly and felt my cheeks flush at the heat in his eyes.

“Sorella has been chosen, she has been sent by Lucifero himself, to ascend. She is to become il Primo Motore, the Prime Mover. No higher honor is offered to another than to become the paramour of an Emeritus, to continue our flock in our celebration and dedication to follow the teachings of our Dark Savior.”

Terzo’s voice was hypnotic, his mismatched eyes were locked with mine, curiously drawing me in like a frantic cry of pleasure in the dead of night. His hand on my cheek was warm even through the leather of the gloves, and when he pulled away I had to fight my instinct to follow his touch with a barely audible whimper.

“But this is not just about Sorella becoming the vessel for the seeds of the next Papa, no? This rituale to bind the followers of Papa to his most arduous and steadfast confidante. For who would Papa be without he beloved, hm?” Terzo’s eyes were so filled with heat and, dare I say, love that my face felt like it was engulfed in flames. I was panting faintly, attempting not to squirm as he refused to look away from me as he spoke.

“Join me in the first of our readings, si?”

As Terzo spoke, reading a passage from our dark texts, I continued with my eyes downcast as I was supposed to be showcasing my piety and service to Lucifer. I mumbled the Dark Lord’s Prayer under my breath, my eyes trying to focus on my trembling hands as we made slow progression towards the next part of the ritual that I’d be expected to participate in. As Terzo’s reading came to a close he came to stand in front of me again, hand resting gently on top of my veiled head.

“You are doing wonderfully, amore,” he whispered as the chapel was let into song by the choir, a slow sultry song of thanks for blessing our flock with a Prime Mover to guide and shepard the Siblings as a mother figure. “Cardinale and I are so proud of you…”

“Thanks, Terzo,” I whispered back, biting my bottom lip and trying to not crack a smile.

“Benedici questa Sorella, portala nel tuo amorevole abbraccio e mostrale la via delle tenebre…” Bless this Sorella, bring her into your loving embrace and show her the way of the darkness… Terzo called out, his own head bent in prayer. It felt silly to ask for protection from Lucifer all things considered over the last few weeks. “Consentile di seguire le orme di Lilith, lascia che diventi tutt'uno con il peccato originale e si elevi per essere degna della tua devozione.” Allow her to follow in Lilith's footsteps, let her become one with original sin and rise to be worthy of your devotion.

I could see Copia out of the corner of my eye, as he moved to bring over the next steps of the ritual for Terzo. He was carrying a chalice, filled with a deep red wine, and a plate with the unholy sacrament. Copia’s eyes locked on mine and he smiled softly, winking when Terzo turned to take the plate from him.

Ti amo, he mouthed and I smiled up at him before mouthing the words back to him. When Terzo spoke, my attention was drawn back to him, looking up with a warmth in my chest I felt I hadn’t felt in weeks.

“I offer this body and blood, the symbols of our Unholy Father, to you Sorella. Will you partake?”

“I shall, willingly,” I responded, opening my mouth and sliding my tongue out slightly, my hands still pressed together and clutching the grucifix between them.

I could see the way the position and image had already started to affect Terzo, who had to clear his throat as he pressed the wafer to my tongue slightly more aggressively than necessary. After looking up at him through my lashes, I felt him hold the goblet to my mouth and tilted the wine into my parted lips. My mind instantly flooded back to the time that Terzo spit the wine in my mouth and I had to fight to keep myself from squirming; though I was sure his smirking face was because he noticed the blush on my cheeks.

Terzo moved away from me then, placing both the plate and chalice back on the altar as I stayed kneeling. Copia stood just to the side, repeating a hymn under his breath as he watched me before remembering that he too had a part to play in this. Jumping slightly as Terzo cleared his throat, he shuffled forward and grabbed the small plate of apple slices. He walked up to me, heat in his eyes clear as he looked down at me. With his free hand Copia mirrored Terzo’s earlier move and reached out to cup my cheek. I couldn’t help but nuzzle against him as well, a content look on my face. Copia smiled before he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Like the first Prime Mover many generations ago, I offer you this apple as a symbol of man’s original fall from grace. Will you accept this knowledge, Sorella?” he asked, voice smooth and sultry as he subtly ran the pad of his leather gloved thumb against my bottom lip. It took me a minute to register that I needed to respond to him.

“I shall, hungrily,” I spoke, voice thick with desire as I watched Copia pick up a slice and press the tip against my lips. His eyes practically begging for entrance as I let him slip the slice between my parted lips.

His eyes were locked on my mouth as I chewed the offered slice and looked up with large, doe-like eyes before he bowed his head to me and took a few steps back. Terzo was there again, as he was to lead the ritual, and smiled at us both.

“Who offers this woman up to her fall from the pinnacle?” he asked. We all knew I had no family in the church to speak of, so we went with the next logical answer. Swiss took the steps up to his spot next to me quickly and I could see him from the corner of my eye.

“I shall offer the lamb to the wolf,” Swiss replied, bowing down to one knee. “Let her serve the Dark One’s will, from the pinnacle to the pit.”

“From the pinnacle to the pit,” was the response from the congregation behind me and I couldn’t help but blush slightly.

“Then you must help this woman shed her earthly confines in favor of her robes fit for her station.”

That was the cue. Suddenly the Sisters from earlier in the day were there and helping me to my feet, Swiss holding out his hand to help me as I stood. What I didn’t know until this moment, I’m sure something Imperator left out conveniently, was that I was not to be moved to the back alcove to change and emerge like a broadway quick-change. No. I was to be stripped where I was standing and it didn’t occur to me till I saw the Siblings bringing over my dress.

“Tricky bitch…” I mumbled as Swiss fought to hold back the laughter I heard him struggling with under his mask as the ritual mass carried on around us.

Both Terzo and, surprisingly, Copia were leading the congregation in a lovely angelic hymn. I could hear Terzo’s voice, clear as a bell, but it was Copia that shocked me enough to make me pause. I hadn’t heard him sing like this before, at least not loud enough to really notice how beautiful his voice was. I felt Swiss tug on the diadem on my head to get my attention and I focused back on the task at hand.

The Sisters helped take off the diadem and veils, and had begun to unbutton the heavy velvet of the bodice before I had even taken a breath. Before I knew it I was standing in nothing but the thin linen chemise that had been my base layer, even the corset was gone. As the hymn came to a close, Terzo began to speak again.

“Lucifer, we beseech you. Protect this woman, your vessel on this plane, as she prepares to ascend to a higher cause.”

The linen material was pulled over my head and I was momentarily nude before the Sisters began to dress me in my official formal Prime Mover robes. I had helped design the garment myself, and after finally seeing them put together I realized that, subconsciously, I had designed the same thing I’d worn in my shared dream with Copia. The black, high neckline and skin tight dress fit like a glove. Even the golden cutout where the grucifix sat over my cleavage was included.

Next was my belt, embroidered with Prime Mover and my seal at the bottom. Much like the previous dress I had on, there was more gold embroidery along the hem and in the center of the small train was the grucifix again. All of the embroidery was accented by shining and shimmering beads and stonework. Quickly black leather gloves were slipped onto my hands, they had golden nails on the fingertips as a nod to Terzo’s own pair. After the dress was finished being buttoned up the back, Swiss helped me kneel again before moving to stand a few steps below me.

“Almighty below, I bestow this woman with my life blood as she will bring forth the blood of my blood; thus the continuation of the line of Emeritus begins anew.” Terzo’s voice was clear, echoing in the marble walls of the abbey as he raised his hand high and sliced his palm.

I watched while mumbling along with the prayers around me, transfixed as he let several drops of blood into the open clay pot of black grease paints sitting on the altar. Speaking in Italian, Terzo offered prayers to Lucifer as he mixed the blood with the cream.

“Tuere eam, dux eius, eam fortis.” Protect her, guide her, make her strong.

”Pro hoc offero sanguinem meum in sacrificium.” For this I offer my blood as a sacrifice.

Terzo came to stand in front of me again, holding the pot of grease paints in on hand and a brush in the other. Copia came over and took the pot from him and nodded solemnly at him as Terzo cupped my chin and tilted my head in the direction he needed.

“Trust me, Amore?” He asked, a devilish smile on his face and I couldn’t help but smile right back at him.

“Always.”

“Then close your eyes, eh?”

I held back my laughter, closing my eyes and attempting to keep very still as Terzo began to chant in Latin again. I felt the brush, with paints slightly cool, sliding across my skin as Terzo worked quickly and smoothly. His hands had memorized this after so many years, though he was only working with black for the purpose of this ritual.

After a few minutes, he pulled away and I peaked an eye open to see him holding out a mirror for me.

“What do you think, hm?” He whispered, suddenly looking shy. “Cardinale and I worked together to come up with the design.”

My cheekbones had been hollowed out with the paints, much like Terzo’s paints though my edges had been brought to my hair line. My eyes had been hollowed out, making my eyes shine brightly, between the black spots. My upper lip had been painted much like Copia and there was two small swipes made to the bridge of my nose as well. I looked up at Terzo, suddenly my throat was thick and full of emotion as he smiled brightly.

“Let these paints be a sign to all who see you, Sorella, that you are now and forever more a part of the Emeritus clan.”

“Hallowed be thy name.” was the response from the crowd behind me.

“Does the clergy sanction this ascension?” Terzo turned to ask Copia and I had to hold back a gasp at the intense look in Copia’s eyes as he kept his gaze locked on mine.

“We, the Clergy, are in full support of this decision.”

The sisters who’d helped me the last week, bathed and dressed me like I was their own, and finally had carried down my veil and headdress were now standing with Copia and Terzo. They both had their heads bowed in my direction as they handed the items to both of them in perfect sync. Copia took hold of the veil I’d be expected to wear for semi-formal and above events, with the exception of any events taking place around ‘worldly’ folks.

It was a long circular shape, though it did have quite a long train. It was made with black fine netting and all along the edge was more matching golden lace. The veil was a drop-veil style, cathedral length and settled far past the train for the dress. The Sisters helped bring the veil up behind me as it settled neatly against my dress and the floor. Copia slowly flicked and fluttered the gossamer fabric over my head, the front covered my face entirely and draped down to my elbows.

Copia placed his hand on top of my head, causing me to look down at his feet and my slightly trembling hands. He spoke softly under his breath, but I could still hear him.

“Lucifero, grazie per aver portato questa donna nelle nostre vite. Non so dove sarei senza di lei.” Lucifer, thank you for bringing this woman into our lives. I don't know where I would be without her. I could hear the heavy emotion in Copia’s voice, causing tears to threaten to ruin my makeup.

Before I could do anything to bring him comfort, the weight of Copia’s hand was gone and I looked up only to see him take a few steps back and allow Terzo to step in front of me. In his hands he held the symbol of my station. My halo style crown, it looked more like a piece of saintly artwork than a crown. Made of a large golden circle; it was made to look like I had a saint’s halo, like all the paintings and frescoes all over the monastery halls, and was covered in filagree and gemstones. I felt like my neck was going to get a cramp just from the short time I would have this on my head.

Terzo perched the heavy diedem on the crown of my head, the sisters with him working quickly to pin it to my head in four places to make sure I’d be able to move and not knock it loose. As he placed it, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I looked at him with a curious expression but he just smiled warmly and cupped my cheeks through the veil.

“You have done so, so well, Tesoro…” He whispered and I fought the giggle that wanted to spill from my lips.

“Thank you.” I smiled and I watched as he winked at me before begrudgingly pulling away.

Terzo took a few steps back and threw his arms wide.

“Rise, Prime Mover.” He called out, only the sound of the organ accompanying him. “Rise and gaze upon your flock.”

Both Terzo and Copia offered me a hand, graciously I took them as I stood up and turned to look at the large chapel behind us. I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I took in the sight around me. Everyone in the chapel, including the Emeritus family and the ghouls, was kneeling before me. A thrill at the idea of power, of the control I was given in this position, slithered up my spine. Deep down, I knew I would never ever abuse my powers I’d been given but the idea that all of these people would do as I said or even commanded made me momentarily drunk with power.

I turned back around to peek at my boys and I gasped quietly. Both were kneeling, their heads bowed, as they spoke the final prayers in latin. When they looked back up with me, practically synchronized in their movements, I was momentarily shocked at the heat and lust in their eyes.

Terzo was the first to stand, offering Copia a hand to join him. When they were both standing again Terzo stepped forward and took my hand, having me turn again to face the crowd.

“All hail Prime Mover Elizabeth Lucia Emeritus, the First of her name.”

I will never forget for as long as I live the sound of the thunderous applause and resounding ‘Long may she reign.’

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pocarinapyon · 2 years ago

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Nuisance of Being a Woman

For the past few weeks, you and your boyfriend had been preoccupied with work and it was ages since you two spent some quality time together. Thus, you agreed to set everything aside on Valentines Day for each other.

The special day came. You were supposed to go on a long-awaited date with your boyfriend but your body (cough - period cramps - cough) had other plans.

Starring : Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe (Separate)

Extras / Mentions : Klee, Sucrose, Kaveh

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️ [Mild Chili] Some suggestive themes (Alhaitham, Childe); Albedo being the only sane guy among the three (loljk what I meant was sweet Bedo); Petnames, if it bothers you; Stray cuss words; Mentions of blood (because periods!); Feeling insecure because of stains; Self-indulgent because stupid cramps and period got me absent yesterday, and nearly today 🥺 Oh what a way to start the week!

Pls. Lmk if there are typos or grammatical errors or whatever.

Future Plan : N/A... Maybe to go see a doctor IRL? LOL! 😅🤣😭

Target is female reader.

To whoever is reading please enjoy.

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Albedo

"Big brother, let's go! You've been fixing your hair for the past ten minutes!" Klee exclaimed as he watched her brother who painstakingly styled his already majestic fluffy hair.

Albedo chuckled at the girl munching on sweets.

"Of course. I want everything to be perfect. Today is a special day, after all," he explained, patting Klee's head lovingly. "Now then, I think it's time we head out."

"Hehe~! Okay!"

Albedo and Klee strolled outside and was greeted with various romantic decorations. Restaurants served special menus and discounts for couples. Shops sold merchandises that were meant to express love. Bards sang ballads of romance. Truly, love was in the air and its effects were contagious.

"You behave yourself now, okay? We'll pick you up at eight," Albedo knelt on the ground and reminded the energetic lass as he patted her head.

"Okay! I promise I will behave," Klee repeated solemnly. "Hehe~! Bye! Enjoy your date with [your name]!"

Albedo hummed with a nod. The girl gave him a tight hug of goodbye - to which the Chief Alchemist reciprocated with a gentler one - before running off to play with her friends. He watched his sister flee then made his way to your meeting spot. Usually, the three of you would spend the day together looking like a family. But today, Albedo deemed it had to be just the two of you.

The Favonius Captain of Investigation Team, for once, felt anxious. It was now an hour past the agreed time and there were still no signs of you. Perhaps he had not realized he made you mad at him for spending less time with you? Or perhaps he had done or said something wrong during the brief moments you spent with each other? But whatever it was, his brain cannot seem to remember anything that warrants your absence on a special day.

"Mister Albedo, good morning," Sucrose greeted, effectively distracting the young man in his deep thoughts.

"Mmh. Good morning," he replied. "Have you, by any chance, seen [your name]?"

"Today? No, I'm sorry."

So it was possible you haven't been out of your house. He thanked his subordinate and decided to investigate. Striding away from your agreed place, he went to visit your home.

Albedo stood in front of your door. He observed you truly were at home as you left your outdoor lights on. Did this mean you overslept? Three knocks and a call of your name. No answer. He tried again. Still no answer.

"Pardon my intrusion, my love, but I am going in," he warned, bringing up his spare key to the doorknob.

He pushed the door open and was greeted by the silent corridors of your humble home. Your footwear remained in the doorway, further proving you have not left.

"Bedo...," your weak voice called, suggesting you were in pain.

"My love," he responded immediately.

Your lover rushed to the source of your voice - your room - and found you curled like a ball on your bed, grimacing in pain somewhere located in your lower abdomen. Your lower garments were stained red, inking your sheets with the same colour.

Ah, period cramps. A severe one.

"Nnh... Bedo, I - I'm sorry you had see me like this," you winced, feeling the stinging pain brought by your period.

"There is no need for you to apologize, my love," Albedo cooed. "How are you feeling?"

You felt the side of your bed dripped as Albedo sat on it. He gently rubbed your back.

"I - I feel so messy. This is embarrassing...!" you whined.

The thought of your perfect lover witnessing you in a horrible state brought tears to your eyes. What if he didn't want to see you again? What if he realized he was out of your league? What if he left you for someone better? Terrible ideas invaded your brain as your hormones told you how Albedo was not meant for you.

"Hush, my love," Albedo, sensing your distress, gently said as he planted a kiss on your cheeks. "Please do not fret. Allow me to prepare you a soothing lavander mix and a warm bath to get you cleaned up. Also, is there anything you're craving?"

"N - no...," you protested. "Bedo, we were supposed to have a picnic on Starsnatch Cliff. And I was supposed to prepare our food. And I was supposed to be on our meeting place at what? An hour ago? Archons, I'm sorry I ruined our plans," you cried, sniffing your snot so as to not destroy your already unsightly image.

"My love...," Albedo uttered as his heart broke watching you fret over something that didn't matter to him. "A ruined date is nothing compared to your health. You. Your well-being is what's important to me. Rest assured my love for you will never fade and will only continue to grow."

Slowly facing your lover, you blinked your tears away. Albedo, your prince, looked perfect - was, is, and will always be perfect. While you, you looked like shit right now. And you both missed your date because of you. You-

"I love you," Albedo declared, kissing your tears away.

You nodded. The horrible thoughts terrorizing you were banished by your prince as he caressed your face and gingerly drew circles with his thumb, effectively melting you into his loving touch. A victorious smile painted Albedo's face as he was relieved he was able to calm you down.

"My love, I understand the pain makes it difficult but please try to relax. You don't have to worry about a thing. Please, as your lover, let me take care of you."

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Alhaitham

"Alhaitham," Kaveh called, popping in front of the muscular man out of nowhere. The blonde then sniffed his roommate causing Alhaitham to retract. "Is that actually perfume on you?? Wait! Of course! It's Valentines Day! Ugh! Don't tell me you're planning to have sex here tonight? Frankly, I don't want to hear you guys shagging."

Alhaitham rolled his eyes at his guest's peculiar actions. Obviously he wanted to score. The last time you and Alhaitham did the deed was a month ago - and that was a quickie because you had fieldwork to do. After that, he couldn't help but crave for more. Today was, after all those excruciating lonely nights, finally the day he would indulge himself in your warmth after your modest lunch.

"What of it if I bring [your name] home?"

"Ugh! I know what will happen when you bring her home. You're going to take her directly into your room, banging and fucking her until all Teyvat knows your name."

"Hmph. That's a perverted imagination you have right there. I'd advise you to stop thinking about my girlfriend like that. Also. If you think it is awkward, why don't you leave my house instead?"

"Woooow! Are you actually kicking me out?? You are so petty!"

After the battle of wits against his roommate - and effortlessly winning - Alhaitham rushed to your house. As agreed upon, he was to pick you for lunch and he was a buzzer beater. So there he stood in your doorway, shuffling his gift from his hands - an assorted liqueur-filled dark chocolate from Fontaine - before knocking at your wooden door.

Odd. Usually, you would have already answered his call by now. After a few minutes of waiting, Alhaitham deemed it would be wise to knock once again. But before his knuckle could meet the thick wood, you slowly creaked the door open to reveal yourself.

Odd. Usually, you would have already been dressed by now - complete with your cute outfit, fashion accessories, and make-up. However, it seems you had just taken a bath as your hair was wet and a towel draped on your shoulders. Another thing the scribe did not fail to recognize was the sweat drops littering your forehead. Calculating all the possibilities, to his dismay, the most probable reason for this was-

"Darling," you greeted in a forced energetic voice. Stepping aside to welcome your lover, you beckoned, "Come in."

Your lover let himself in your home, his turquoise eyes meticulously observing your sluggish movements. Also, you were hunched a little, indicating you were in pain.

"Sorry if I'm still in my house clothes. I'll...get dressed real quick."

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"Are you on your period?" Alhaitham inquired, aiming straight to the heart of the problem.

"Ah -!" you uttered, momentarily freezing at his accurate calculation. "Y - yes...," you yielded, sighing as you could sense the disappointment in Alhaitham's tone of voice even if he did not admit it. You did not dare look into your lover's eyes as you knew his dismay would be evident there. Instead, you walked towards your living room and beckoned him to follow while providing a simple explanation, "My cramps are acting up again."

"Ah. Cramps. Of course," your lover repeated, his tone now laced with mischief.

From behind, Alhaitham snaked his arms around your waist, one hand still held his gift while the other soothed your lower abdomen with a massage. He pressed onto your flesh and rubbed lower as to help flush out the pesky blood. In this distance, you could smell the intoxicating perfume he had on and you simply melted in his muscular arms, moaning softly as he continued his ministrations. Meanwhile, Alhaitham could also whiff the scent of your shampoo, effectively luring him deeper into depravity.

"Darling, I've learned sex can help ease menstrual cramps," he whispered on the shell of your ear, fanning his hot breath to stimulate you. It was all he needed to say.

"Haitham..." You didn't intend to moan his name but you did - and you knew he was, in a way, manipulating you to get what he wanted. So you reasoned, "You know period sex is messy, right?"

"It's nothing shower sex can't fix. Besides," Alhaitham spoke as he began to kiss your neck hungrily. "It's effective in relieving your pain and it aids in flushing out your uterine lining. It's highly beneficial for you, don't you think?"

"Oh, darling. You're so needy," you teased as you allowed Alhaitham to touch your body. He was right though: you were starting to forget the pain you were feeling earlier.

"I am," he admitted, his hands now free and undressing you. "I've missed you so much."

You rested your head on Alhaitham's broad shoulders and let him rouse your already burning body, whimpering and moaning at his devouring passion.

"Feels good already, doesn't it? Heh. I told you it relieves cramps. Wait 'til I massage your walls with my fat cock."

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Childe

Childe, in a relationship, had always been clingy with his beloved. He loved sweet embraces, cuddles, kisses, and any other form of skinship, grounding him that he was still a human who longed for affection.

Unfortunately, in the recent weeks, he was deprived of your loving touch. The distance tore him apart as he was sent back to Snezhnaya while you traveled to Sumeru. Your love letters were the only things he used to get by, but even it was not enough.

No, it was never enough.

On your letter, you agreed to meet with Childe in Sumeru and spend the Valentines in the nation of Dendro. This greatly excited the ginger as the giddy thought sent him to euphoria.

Luck didn't seem to be on his side as he was requested to extend his stay in his mother nation. No worries. He calculated if he boarded the earliest ship, he would disembark on exactly Valentines Day. At least he could still spend the day of love with you. In short, his romantic plans for the two of you were not entirely spoiled.

Yet.

The fourteenth of February. Finally, the naval ship he was in had reached Port Ormos. Almost jumping from the ship, he quickly disembarked and rushed to the room you mentioned you were occupying.

"[Your name], babe, your husband is here!" he called after knocking on your rented room's door. "My love! My darling! My baby!"

He couldn't help his excitement. It had been so long since he last saw you. So when you opened the door, he immediately pounced at you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

"Baby girl, I missed you so much!"

"Childe."

Unacceptable! Did you just call him Childe instead of baby boy? Or hubby? Or my darling snowflake of Snezhnaya? Seriously, he would be rather called anything other than Childe, or Tartaglia.

And you weren't reciprocating his embrace! Did his long absence make you mad at him? Or maybe it was because he had not given you his souvenir from back home yet?

Did you wince??

"Hey, baby girl, what's wrong?"

"Ugh... Period. And cramps. And pain everywhere," you explained.

Yikes!

"Aw... My baby is hurting. Have you been drinking a lot of water? Or do you want to try turmeric or ginger?"

"Heh... Ginger. But, you're a ginger, right?" you retorted jokingly before whimpering at the sudden sting on your lower abdomen.

"That's not what I meant, wifey," Childe chuckled and shook his head. "Let me help."

Childe then, with his strong hands, gave you a back massage as he knew you don't bruise easily during your time of the month. He started on your shoulders and worked downwards, pressing and kneading on your muscles in hopes of easing your pain.

"Mmh... Baby, you're so good," you moaned, melting at the pleasure of your lover's soothing touch.

"Haha! Are you actually horny right now?" Childe asked, still working his thumbs on your muscles.

"A bit... I've missed you, you know," you admitted, closing your eyes at the heavenly sensation of Childe's strong hands. You leaned yourself on the wall so your boyfriend could apply more pressure.

"Aw, baby! I've missed you too! Want to have sex?"

"Pfft. No. Not now, baby. You know I'm on my period."

"Babe," Childe whined without interrupting your massage. "C'mon. Just today. Please? I'll help you clean up, I promise," he negotiated. No, he begged.

"I'd love to, babe, but-"

"No buts, babe," Childe immediately replied.

He then shifted his hands on your hips while still kneading his thumbs on your body. Trapping you between the wall and himself, Childe inched closer to you so you could feel the bulge poking you from behind.

"Just today, babe," he whispered in an erotic tone.

The thought of your pussy staining his cock red caused blood to rush down his manhood. He could take you here and now but he had to be careful not to cause you any more pain.

You clicked your tongue in response.

"Fine. But I expect to be pampered later. I want a nice warm bath and another massage. There has to be scented candles and flower petals on the thub and the bed. Plus-" you then continued on with your demands.

Childe didn't mind. He'd be willing to go the extra mile just to make you happy. But right now, the only thing on his mind was to fuck the blood out of your pussy.

He would make you feel good, he promised.

Hello, headache! Hello, abnormal bleeding! Hello, cramps! We've said our greetings, now can we say our goodbyes??

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some take-aways. 🥡🥡

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #Genshin albedo #albedo kreideprinz #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #childe #tartaglia #happy valentines i guess?#genshin valentine

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wellthatwasaletdown · 2 years ago

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I've read hilarious tags to a tweet (that was posted on tumblr): Don't think Harry Styles likes dressing like that. Looks miserable in pics. Probably is like hey man can I wear a suit or something. maybe a big t-shirt Pete Davidson gets to wear big stinky shirts. And his handler is like nah you're a fake gay guy gotta wear fake gay guy clothes

The tags (and some replies): -he exists so straight people can be allies without actually being allied to any queer people /hj -Hey yeah the issue is not that he isn't wearing ""man clothes"" the issue is that he looks like shit and it feels incredibly performative to everyone except you fans. -the issue is that his music is bad. if he was putting out bangers no one would gaf how he looks. You know who never got this kind of reaction for wearing a dress? kid cudi. cause man puts out bangers -its what happens when you only achieve level of solo fame by being part of a wattpad ship -I just saw you rb the diamond jumpsuit and he looks so uncomfortable it gave me sympathetic dysphoria. Like legitimately he looks like he's desperately closeted, but like for cishet people. He looks like want transphobes think we do to people. Like those shitty alt right political cartoons of like 'in 2030 everyone will be forced to be queer at gunpoint'. Lazer sniper sight glinting off his diamanté encrusted extra nipple -sure he's fighting gender norms but the gender norms are winning -he looks like a very boring conservative man's idea of a gay man. Like whatever he's made some good music and he seems like an alright person. But I cannot find it in me to be happy for him. He looks manufactured -Literally like you look at the photos of 70's glam rock stars and like. Not only are they rocking it but they seem to be beyond comfortable in it in that 'this is me' way. Styles looks as if he'd kill for a pair of khakis and a hoodie -Dude the logic around Harry has fully switched. First it's 'oh no management isn't allowing him to be gay' and now it's 'omg he's acting gay only because his pr team told him to -Why do Harry Style stans try to suck your eyes out of your skull if you criticize him? Celebrity culture makes me wanna self immolate lol I am saying that's just him trying to be more special than his designated bland pop singer for straight girls niche

 Said in a server last night he looked like he just came in straight from a cke binge. Then said he looked like that hairy pink dancing creature with that silver look 😭  He just always looks like sht man…you're rich. I know you can afford to challenge gender roles and dress well Wearing the ugliest rompers w his nips out just aint cutting it

 LMAO he looks SO sad in the diamond jumpsuit people have been comparing it to their pre transition pics

-fake pretentious c*nt. *untalented -he really is just some guy being forced to be a gay icon mf showed up looking like a batman villain -Nah i was directioner and harry biased then and he always dresses like that. But yeah i agree his stylists and producers say for him to exaggerate and pretend he is the modern david bowie when in fact he is just a boyband soloist lmao hes in my top 5 on spotify for the past million years TWO THINGS CAN BE TRUE

-if 2021 target pride collection was personified.

-this is exactly how my 62 y/o mom talks abt him lmaoooo. Liike she HATES him she thinks he’s a total phony and finds him an insult to the lgbt community#best ally tbh gotta love her

-I've literally been saying this like he’s just doing this for the money but for how long 😭😭 -ite transtrender but for gay people

-ok. there was this huge ass paper thing full of his new cd in the middle of my favourite record shop. Making the already small store even more cramped. so fuck him#there you go i <3 being a hater

-he’s literally not gay. if he was i’d become homophobic

(Sorry if some of them are too rude, I have hard time discerning bc I don't speak to many people on the internet and don't know fully what's the proper etiquette)

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dystini · 2 years ago

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The last thing I wrote, you ask? Thanks @alasarys for the tag 💕

He went silent, watching the dance floor. Alex did the same, acutely aware of the young man beside him. This encounter wasn’t going like he’d expected it would, like the countless ones before it. It intrigued him.

“Sorry, I’m probably, like, cramping your style or something. I’ll leave you alone now. Thanks for talking to me.” David said and turned to leave.

“Wait.” Alex grabbed his shoulder. “Stay. Please. You’re not. Not at all.” He hesitated. “I don’t mind the company.”

David grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Alex nodded, smiling back.

There was something about this man… And in any case, talking to him was better than watching Pato slobber all over that guy on the dance floor.

David stood beside him again. “I’ll try not to ask stupid questions.”

“Ask anything you want.” Alex tilted his head toward the booths against the wall. “Wanna sit down?”

“Sure.”

@dottieapple @champagnepodiums and if anyone else wants to do it, say it was me!

#I'm on my rarepair kick again #Malukas and Palou #AU - David's just a fan #Can I make signing a NDA sexy?#indycar rpf #tag game

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j2lx · 2 years ago

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The Pains of Periods (and the reasons why your boyfriend helps make it better) (Sukuna x Reader)

Prompt: Fem!#4 ("Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you?") with Ryomen Sukuna

Synopsis: Your period was never easy to get through. From fatigue, to cramps and mood swings, you just couldn't catch a break on your period. Luckily, you had your boyfriend to help you!

A/n: @joey-02 Thank you for waiting and for requesting! This is such a cute request ahhhhhh I hope I did it justice =") Thank you for your support and enjoy reading! (Also, this is a repost because the tags didn't work ="))

Warnings: (not a warning but) Sukuna has his own body but isn't in his true form, pet names (reader is called princess, baby, brat (affectionately), babygirl), overall just really fluffy honestly

Word count: 1.3k

From the J2LX'S 100 followers event ♡

"Hey brat, what d'ya wanna have for dinner huh?" Sukuna asked as he stepped into your shared bedroom. Seeing you wrapped up snuggly in the blanket, he smiled softly and made his way to you.

"Hey wakey wakey princess. Time to decide on dinner-" Sukuna said as he pats your back lightly, not expecting to see your eyes red, puffy and filled with tears, and your cheeks wet from the tears you've already shed when you turned around to face him.

"W-wait- baby are you ok? Was it something I said or did? I'm sorry, does it hurt? Did I…" He panicked and started asking an endless number of questions, until you said, "No 'Kuna it's just my period." He looked at you and just stood there, wondering if he should comfort you or give you some space.

You see, Sukuna never knew what to do whenever you were on your period. He wasn't that good with emotions on a normal basis, let alone when you're in pain, bleeding and having cramps. Yet, he always tries his best to make you feel better.

He made up his mind and stroked your hair gently. Making sure that his hands weren't too cold, he placed his hand on your tummy, rubbing it lightly as he asked, "Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you? Which aspect of your period is causing my baby to cry?"

"A little bit of both…" you replied, feeling a little guilty when you saw just how panicked he was over your condition. After all, you could've handled it yourself. You didn't have to get your boyfriend worried over something you could have hidden from him.

But then again, Ryomen Sukuna wasn't the kind of boyfriend to leave his princess alone when she was in pain or needed help. He was bound to find out about your condition anyway, and take action to make you feel better. And that's exactly what he started doing. He immediately took out the basket of period supplies that he kept at the bedside table, took out one of the heating pads and pasted it on your shirt, slowly rubbing and pushing the heating pad down gently so that it'll stick better. He then kissed you all over your face, while hugging you to his chest.

"Better now?" You nodded. Of course you were better. You had your handsome boyfriend with you, who also helped make your mood swings and cramps better. What more could you ask for?

Sukuna asked you for permission before carrying you to the living room, bridal style, placing you on the couch gently. He drapes a blanket over you and then heads to the kitchen to get you your favourite hot drink. "Oh I'm making dinner tonight by the way. I think you need my food more than anything now huh," he says teasingly, a small smirk on his face when he returns to the living room with your drink.

You manage a smile, already feeling better from what Sukuna had done. But you couldn't help but cling onto his arm when he tries to leave to make dinner. "Stay," you mutter, your grip on him tightening. He turns and looks at you, wrapped up in yet another blanket with a heating pad stuck to your pajama shirt. You didn't seem to be in any pain, but Sukuna knew that you wanted his presence anyway.

He sat down on the couch next to you, before pulling you onto his lap and letting you snuggle into his chest. "Hey princess," Sukuna started, hands making their way to wrap around your body, "I know I'm not great with affection sometimes but is there anything else I can do? About your mood swings, maybe?"

You look up at him and cup his face with one of your hands, smiling at him. "You're here 'Kuna. So I'm fine. I'll always be fine as long as you're by my side," you confessed, watching as his lips turned upwards into a warm smile.

"Is that right? Then I wonder what you'll do if you never met me huh. Probably cry and throw something at the wall because your mood swings are too crazy?" your boyfriend teased, smirking at you when you punched his chest lightly in disagreement.

"For your information, you're part of the reason I have my mood swings too," you roll your eyes as you reply in the most matter-of-fact tone you could muster.

"Oh how so? Because I'm so handsome that you're oh so scared that some girls pin after me and I'll stop loving you? Hmm probably not, you always told me that you didn't fall for my looks to begin with."

"Ryomen Sukuna, I will tell you here and now that no one else would be with you because I'm the only one who can handle you. Don't even try to deny it, it's so true! Besides, like hell I'll care about some girls who don't even exist, it's not like anyone is actually pinning after my boyfriend."

"Yes, yes, apparently no one else wants this hot man. Then again, even if someone did, you're the only one for me right babygirl? My pretty and feisty little princess is so cute, yeah? So perfect for me."

Your cheeks flushed red, not expecting a conversation about your mood swings to get to the point of your boyfriend straight up complimenting, and lowkey flirting with you. He chuckles at your flustered state, before pressing kisses all over your face.

"I love my baby so much yeah," he says in between kisses, making you giggle.

"I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his forehead just as he pulled away from kissing your face. The two of you stared at each other in utter adoration and love... Until your stomach grumbled.

Sukuna laughed and placed you back on the couch gently, heading to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, looking for ingredients and utensils, you couldn't help but wonder: what would it have been like if you didn't meet your boyfriend?

Periods would've been a lot more painful and difficult to handle, and you surely would've been distressed more easily on a day to day basis. When you actually thought about it, your life wouldn't have been as happy and exciting as it was now. Sukuna has helped you find peace with yourself, and taught you so many things while also having fun with you. You knew that if not for him, you wouldn't have become the person you were today.

And as Sukuna walked to the living room, his hands holding a large bowl of your favourite dish, you were glad that you only had to wonder about life without Sukuna, and not actually live it. He might come off as scary and intimidating to most, but deep down he's a softy who wants the best for the people he loves.

He smiled at you warmly, setting the bowl on the table in front of you before switching on the TV and settling down next to you. He took a spoonful of the food, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to you like he always does when you're on your period. And at that moment, you couldn't help but realise just how lucky you were.

To have a loyal and caring boyfriend who would do just about anything for you, making sure that you were comfortable and happy. A boyfriend who would give in to your absurd request without questioning anything; a boyfriend who you knew was always there for you.

Yeah, periods were a pain, but your boyfriend certainly made all that pain go away. And you couldn't be more thankful for that.

Ahhh the idea of Sukuna taking care of his s/o when they're on their period makes me so soft 🥺 I didn't really like the ending part, but I tried my best to make it fit. Nonetheless, I hoped you enjoyed reading!

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fillinforlater · 3 years ago

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Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (Pt. 3)

Male Reader x Kang Hyewon x Jo Yuri

Length: 3568 words

Tags: threesome, cunnilingus, lesbian sex, doggy style, tit’s play, passionate sex, shygay!Hyewon, singer!Yuri

TW: mention of hate sex

Inspiration: “Jazz Bar” by Dreamcatcher + @friskyriskywhisky

Credit: GOAT @worldsover for editing. Thank you!

(A/N: IT’S BACK! The third chapter of L4 is out, finally. I am so sorry for delaying this for so long and I hope you are satisfied with the result. Enjoy one of my favorite IZ*ONE ships.)

“I‘m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Even as you stroll through the park, the words that Eunbi whined in her sleep still linger in your mind. Like a parasite, they have found their way into whatever part of your brain is responsible for emotional pain—and now it’s starting to make you insane.

It’s Eunbi’s fault. She has to pay for cheating on you, and the best way she can is with her body. This is what you truly believed when you ravished her last night, but now, you feel a lot less comfortable thinking about that guy who ravished her the night before. Was it all a lie you told yourself that things would be fine if she confessed and submitted? That a week of hate-filled sex could salvage things?

What idiot actually believes these things?

Many hours have passed. Many times you have seen this exact tree currently in front of you. Many rings were formed over the passing years, making this old oak right in the heart of the city exceptional and impressive. If only your marriage could be like that. Just comparable would be enough.

Mindlessly, you play with the ring on your left finger. Why were you here again? The trees, the bushes, the grass, they won’t have an answer for you; neither do the birds, squirrels, or strangers passing by. It might all be in vain already. Because of Eunbi, there is no way to return back in time to stop your heart from crumbling..

Get to Hyewon.

You gasp at the sudden realization. The random, senseless strolling had your mind fuzzy and you forgot why you even left the house in the first place. A quick glance at your phone: it’s already Saturday Night. If your luck strikes again, Hyewon will be at the same bar, at the same time, with the same attitude.

Send an aimless prayer that it will be like that and get back to your car. The radio shall not taunt you tonight.

The bar is a lot more crowded than last time. People have placed their chairs and bar stools in front of a small wooden stage in a cramped yet cozy corner of the main room. Excited chatter and laughter, mixed with the occasional colliding of beer glasses, make the atmosphere light and refreshing—except for the building heat caused by a lack of fresh air.

For a second, the busy bartender looks away from the crowd and sees you. You must look dumbfounded by how drastically a place can change overnight. He smirks and points at the far side of the room, somewhere behind the main crowd.

A squint of your eyes and you see her: Hyewon, leaning at a wall and closely eyeing the stage as if someone would jump out of the ground at any second. With a tip to your imaginary cap, you thank the mind-reading bartender, who only winks before preparing the next set of cocktails and beverages.

After a couple of hasty steps, you are able to squeeze yourself through a couple of playful discussions and cheerful conversations, getting to Hyewon without causing an accident. Before you can open your mouth and get her attention, everything goes dark, except for a lone spotlight above the stage.

Like they all have one mouth, the crowd gasps and then falls silent at the sound of a piano coming from two small speakers. The clacking of high heels on wood makes dozens of eyes focus on who enters the stage: a small, extraordinarily pretty girl with brown hair and in a light pink, almost see-through dress. Her eyes are focused, stern even, but they show an undeniable passion.

In a second of only slow piano play, you whisper to get Hyewon to notice you:

“Hey, Hyewon. I—”

“Psst! Sorry, but shut up. I wanna hear this.”

Her reply is definitive—and so is her index finger sealing your lips. Hyewon’s eyes are locked on the girl on stage, so you follow her lead to find out where this is going.

The second she starts singing, the tension that was building up evaporates. Her voice is magnificent, soothing, husky, melancholic. The way she pronounces each word and hits every sound leaves the entire crowd covered in goosebumps. Nothing tops a ballad, accompanied by a slow piano, especially if the vocalist is that talented.

Now you understand why all these people gathered here. They may not be many, but it still feels like a massive crowd at a concert or festival. Time flies by with each of her syllables, the perfect pitch, a magnificent voice. You feel like flying. Never before has this happened. The faint smell of liquor and wood adds unimaginable layers to this experience.

From the corner of your eye, the sight of Hyewon snaps you back to reality: the beauty drools heavily—even her tongue hangs out of her mouth. Her eyes are immovably fixed on the singing girl. Naughty fingers rub her covered crotch.

Only now do you notice that Hyewon’s dress has the same pastel color scheme as the girl on stage. Of course, it looks entirely different, especially with the exposed shoulders, but the biggest difference has to be a damp spot at Hyewon’s crotch.

Her fingers dig into the fabric, directly into where the wetness comes from. The way she rubs and curls each of her digits along her pussy lips and clit probably drenches her panties in arousal—if she is even wearing them.

Another strange, yet extremely exciting cocktail of emotions hits you as the vocalist hits her final, ethereal notes. Applause. There is second-hand embarrassment, there is lewd excitement, and there is reasonable fear. But beyond all, there is a throbbing erection poking at your zipper, caused by a horny fantasy that is growing with every moment you stare at the mewling Hyewon.

“Hyewon—ah, fuck it!”

Yank Hyewon up at her wrist and out of her self-indulged trance. After a loud yelp of surprise, she hides her body and subsequently, her juice-stained dress behind you. You part the diverging crowd easily. Most people already engage in the next interesting activity, only a few walk up and praise the beautiful girl who sang her heart out a minute ago.

You wait patiently until all of them wander away and step forward, suddenly on eye-level wíth the vocalist because she decided to kneel on stage. Hyewon’s trembling hands dig into your back like she is trying to get to your spine, but you swallow down your pain and continue with your plan.

“Hey, I, uhm… I wanted to say that your singing was absolutely insane. It gave me goosebumps!” you straight up say, smiling all throughout.

“Aw, I’m so glad you liked it, thank you!”

The bright smile which makes her eyes disappear infects you immediately.

“I felt like I was flying. This was an ethereal experience, and I am so grateful I got to witness it for free. Your voice is a gift.”

“Thank you, thank you!”

“I’m serious. I wish I got an encore that would go to infinity and beyond!”

“Oh my, oh my.” The girl laughs and playfully hits your shoulder “You really don’t hold back your praises, kind stranger.”

“And you deserve every single one, beautiful stran—"

“My name is Yuri, you handsome guy!”

A gasp from behind you. It acts as a reminder that Hyewon is still hiding behind you, not involved in the conversation, although you started it for her.

It is your first time playing wingman and things are going very well. Revealing Hyewon, who obviously is more than interested in Yuri, will be a challenge, however. After all, her entire crotch is dark and damp. This could end in shameful embarrassment.

The gasp did not go unnoticed by Yuri:

“Oh, someone is hiding behind you. A friend? Are they shy?”

“Well, usually she is not shy, but… I guess something about you is different.”

Yuri moves her head back in surprise. Unabashed by the blush forming on her pale cheeks, she releases her stream of words onto you and Hyewon:

“Wait, what do you mean? I’m different? Hey, you. Can I see you? I won’t bite. I just wanna know what you mean.”

You feel Hyewon’s chin graze your back and her head peek out from your side. The moment Yuri meets her eyes is so intense that even a bystander like you can feel a billion sparkles light up the small distance between them. If magic exists, it’s odd.

Yuri is like a magnet for Hyewon: although she has good reason to hide herself, she moves out of her haven of safety and close to Yuri’s bright, angelic face, until she almost touches it.

“H-hello, you.”

“H-hey, Yuri. Yo-your singing w-was beautiful.”

“Well, uhm, thank you a lot.”

“Ju-just like y-y-y…”

You clear your throat to get their attention.

“Yuri, this is Hyewon. Hyewon, this is Yuri.”

“Hyewon… that’s a pretty name.”

Yuri’s voice, husky and sultry, and her expression, amazed and lewd, make your brain malfunction: it sends every last droplet of blood down to your length, while even infinite droplets of sweat are not enough to cool it down. You suspect Hyewon is the same: she presses her lower body against the wooden stage but squeezes a hand in between to most likely rub her folds.

“N-No! Yuri i-is a w-way p-prettier name.”

A delicate finger runs across Hyewon’s red and sweaty cheek, from the lobe of her ear to her slightly parted lips. She visibly melts under Yuri’s touch, who gets on her knees and bows down from the stage to Hyewon’s ear. A short wave of words, undetectable to you, makes Hyewon’s glassy eyes grow wide open as the glisten of drool sparkles on her lips.

Out of nowhere and with incredible haste, Yuri pinches her chin and points at the door Hyewon pulled you through when you first met her. The hallway behind it—you can still clearly remember it—and Hyewon’s room at the end of it. Yuri’s intentions are unmistakable.

“Your courage needs to be rewarded, Mister Handsome.”

If your mind weren’t void of blood and reason, Yuri’s way of dragging you and Hyewon into the room might have been awkward. But you can see it in Hyewon’s eyes—and you feel it in your own, lust-filled gaze: it doesn’t matter if anyone noticed the wet juices all over the dress or your throbbing boner towering in your jeans.

The door slams shut. Immediately, Yuri wraps each of her arms around yours and Hyewon’s waist, lips forming a passionate smile when she slowly whispers into the dimly lit room:

“I am so happy you came up to me, Mister. I haven’t done it in months. And… to be honest… I have never done it with another woman.”

She lowers her head to hide what you assume is shame or embarrassment in her usually confident expression. Except for a short sigh by Hyewon, everyone is quiet. Nothing happens and the strong, sexual tension might end in awkwardness. No one is taking the lead, until…

“I-I will show y-you, Yuri.”

Hyewon guides the vocalist to the bed. Four shoes fall onto the wooden floor as the two beautiful ladies lay down next to each other, and you are the only one to witness it. The only one to witness how Hyewon cups Yuri’s face and carefully inches closer, until two pairs of lips meet. The only one to witness how two hands experience Hyewon’s body and drag along the perfect curvature, until they reach the wet spot.

“Hy-Hyewon—”

“This is, this is what you do to me, Yuri.”

“I—Hyewon, you, you are so beautiful.”

Their lips crash again, passionately exchanging love and saliva. Yuri’s inexperience with girls quickly shows, however, and Hyewon takes control. She hikes up Yuri’s dress until her adorable white panties are visible. The vocalist gasps when Hyewon’s fingers run across the insides of her thighs, collecting all the slick juices and even brushing against her clothed pussy.

“A-are you okay?” Hyewon asks, looking deeply into Yuri’s eyes. She will—you are certain of that—detect every lie that might come out of Yuri’s mouth.

“Y-yes. Please don’t s-stop, pretty girl.”

Being witness to such loving foreplay might be already great for you, but you would be a fool to not join what might be a one-in-a-million opportunity.

Remove your shirt and jeans, leave them next to the collection of shoes next to the bed. Then you decide to lay behind Yuri, spooning her so that there is enough space for everyone. Your erection pokes her small butt cheeks, and she mewls into another Hyewon-dominated kiss.

“You mind if I join? You two seem very occupied,” you say while kissing Yuri’s nape and caressing her back through her dress.

“Not at all,” Hyewon whispers and gets rid of her dress, basically throwing it over her head into the room. Yuri and you ogle at the sexy lingerie Hyewon decided to wear tonight: a lace bra in purple and lace panties which would have been in the same color if they weren’t wet.

Yuri is a lot slower when removing her outfit, although there is nothing to be ashamed of. Her body is in excellent shape and the plain, white undergarments may fit her better than the slinky purple of Hyewon—not that you were in the situation to complain.

“This is all so… new for me. I’m excited, but—”

“Are you okay if we lead the way?” Hyewon asks while stroking Yuri’s brown hair and removing it from her sweaty forehead. The small woman nods.

“Good then. How about some spooning while I—”

Hyewon cuts off her sentence by taking one of Yuri’s tits into her mouth and roughly sucking it. With a fierce look and fingers pointing to Yuri’s entrance, you get her idea and immediately follow suit.

From behind, you insert your cock in the small girl’s thigh gap and align yourself with the moist pussy. A gentle thrust later, and you start to penetrate Yuri. The texture leaves you in awe and the hotness makes you groan in pleasure.

Yuri is completely overwhelmed by the attack on her sensitive spots. Instinctively, her legs open, giving you easy access to fuck her faster, while Hyewon rubs her hard clit. Yuri covers her mouth to deafen her moans and screams, but her voice is too powerful. You can hear her getting louder and probably closer already.

Hyewon finishes sucking on Yuri’s small yet magnificent breasts and kisses all over her tummy, down to her hips. With licks that increase in frequency and speed, she arrives at where you thrust in and out of her. Hyewon looks at Yuri’s cute pussy and how your big cock fills it up, then she starts violently sucking on Yuri’s clit.

“Oh my God! F-fuck, Hyewon, Mister—too much!”

Because you still did not have the chance to touch her tits, your hands wrap around Yuri’s small frame and creep up to her chest. The very moment you graze her nipples, her walls clench down hard onto you, and a waterfall of words comes out of her mouth:

“Ah, fuck! S-so fucking good! P-please don’t stop, never stop! I’m so close, ah, oh my God! Why is this so good?!”

You look down at Hyewon, but she only has eyes for Yuri’s clit and how to stimulate it more and more and more. Her own hands rub along those smooth inner thighs and then up to those puffed lips, adding yet another element to push Yuri over the edge. With a strong suck on her clit while deeply looking into her eyes, Hyewon finishes her off.

A scream. Then a stream of juice. Yuri’s orgasm shakes the bed, the ground, the earth.

Yet it’s still not over.

Both you and Hyewon continue without pause through Yuri’s climax. The goal: getting her into the next. No regrets, just pleasure. After all, this is one in a million for the two of you—and for Hyewon, it might be even more meaningful than you initially thought.

Yuri’s limbs shake violently, so you grab her legs to keep them apart. It would be harder to fuck her if they closed, although her thigh gap definitely isn’t bad. Maybe something you can do later.

Hyewon does something similar to Yuri’s trembling hands by intertwining them with hers. She stares upwards and you know their eyes meet, but you only see Hyewon’s, which are filled with lust and love. So it feels only natural that Hyewon continues to pleasure Yuri’s hard nub with all her oral power.

“Hye-Hye-Hyewon! H-harder, please! Mister, faster! P-please, again!”

Gladly, you oblige Yuri’s screams. Each move of your hips is now amplified by you jamming her down on your cock with your hands. Loud slaps at the point of collision on Yuri’s ass, but it’s all drowned out by her screams. You see her sweaty hands as they dig into Hyewon’s messy, wet, yet absolutely stunning hair. The wetness must mostly be Yuri’s girl juice because she squirts a lot while cumming.

And she already does again.

The tightness squeezing repeatedly makes your head dizzy. Only milliseconds before you would have busted, you are able to pull out from probably the hottest pussy you have ever made love to. Your cock feels the soft skin of Yuri’s thighs that shake like the rest of her body does—except for her hands that try to drown Hyewon in her convulsing heat.

“You are too good, oh my God! Y-your t-tongue, ah!”

Hyewon frees her head with feral force and you are only able to watch as she pins down Yuri underneath her. The purple panties fly away into the room, which will probably never be rid of the smell of sex.

You adjust yourself behind them to take in a scenery of indescribable hotness: Hyewon’s leaking slit is only a couple of inches above Yuri’s. Her hairless, red entrance still twitches, while Hyewon’s seems to beg for any kind of stimulation. Further up, two tongues thoroughly touch, travel, tingle the opposing mouth. Hyewon lets a lot of saliva and freshly collected juice run into Yuri’s mouth.

Nothing could make this scene any hotter—

“Hey! You gonna put it in or do I have to beg?” Hyewon mewls, as Yuri tears down her bra, not bothering to open it.

She does not need to beg. She doesn’t even have to wait. Your cock slips into her needy hole with ease and it’s just like when you had sex with her back then. Doggystyle, on the same bed, in the same bar.

However this time, there is no hate involved, but another beautiful woman, massaging and licking Hyewon’s voluptuous breasts underneath. Hyewon yelps when you start to pound. Although the pace is a lot slower than last time, the texture of her insides is still impeccable and you can’t help but grab her amazing hips to give your thrusts more leverage.

A hiss from Hyewon. A whisper from Yuri. Whatever happened might be excused with Yuri’s lack of experience—maybe she went too far or too hard, but it seems to not make a difference, as you watch Hyewon guide the flushed girl back to her mounds. Her moans grow louder, intensely passionate even, whenever Yuri gets more involved.

Your admiration for her slippery, tight hole, which is a fitting stimulant for your cock, mixes with the admiration for her smooth, curved backside. A feast for the eyes, from her ass to the back of her head. Instinctively, your hands run all over the perfect paleness. You only know of one other woman that rivals Hyewon in this department—but it pains thinking about her.

Plow faster to forget, although it might be to no avail. From your half-opened, pained eyes you see Hyewon focusing on Yuri, and Yuri focusing on Hyewon’s chest, her midriff, her pussy. Eventually, the small woman is between your knees while she licks the hard clit above the snatch you fuck.

Hyewon’s head crashes onto the mattress. Her hand shoves Yuri’s face at what you assume is just the right spot. With excessive trembles in her thighs and high-pitched moans, she announces her orgasm.

“Y-Yuri, oh my God, so good! Fuck, I’m—ah!”

You could swear that something has never been tighter than Hyewon is right now. Yuri’s tongue did things to the bisexual woman that you could have never dreamed of. With four, five exhausting thrusts, you make her walls white, your mind white. For a second, all worries matter not—yet they still dawn on you.

You pull out and back off with unstable feet. Hyewon’s hole convulses, pushing your seed out of her and onto Yuri’s unexpecting face. She gasps in an incredibly sexy voice, just to follow it up with a giggle in the same pitch.

Hyewon crawls down to her and licks your white batter from Yuri’s nose, chin, throat, cheeks—lips. They indulge in a kiss. Every sloppy sound fills the room, reaches your ear, and finally flips a switch in your head.

It was quite obvious that Hyewon fell for Yuri during the show.

Quite obvious that you are the third wheel in this threesome, a glorified dildo.

Quite obvious that this will be a one-time thing.

Should I go back? Back to Eunbi?

#kpop smut #izone smut #male reader smut #male reader #male reader insert #hyewon smut #yuri smut #hyeyul smut #female idol smut

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A Heater for Her Thighs - Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon

Authornim: Yup, just a small piece with an idea that would be fit for this year’s Halloween. This is probably my most NSFW and explicit work to date. The tags as well as the TWs would give you a good enough of an idea about why. Please proceed with your own caution as the imageries and descriptions in this story are really not suitable for immature audiences. You have been warned.

This story was inspired by an existing song of which I am a huge fan of, translated and slightly altered to fit my personal narrative style. I’ll include the name of that song at the end of the story in order to avoid spoilers (the title is pretty much is a hint on the song though.). I understand that these kinds of stories are not for everyone, so no worries if you’re not comfortable and I’ll see you on the next update!

Once again, a very, very, VERY NSFW piece for Halloween… Let me know what you think once you’re done with it.

WORD COUNT: 12.6k

TAGS: Male Reader x Kim Yoohyeon, Fluff (?), Dark Fantasy, Supernatural Love, Twisted Romance, Love and Death, Body Horror (?), Zombies and the Undead, Horror Imagines

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains a lot of violent actions, Depictions of violence towards idols/women, Depictions of violence towards the main character, Mentions and implications of sex, Imageries of Hell, necrophilia, abuse, mental Illness, Imageries and descriptions of blood, Gore, Murder, Swearing, degradation (?), cannibalism, paranoia, Depictions of Death, Body Horror, Explicit language, Sadism, Very fucked up story overall.

Enjoy!

This was a bitch to write.

Happy Halloween!

Masterlist

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You had your legs situated under the table of your old apartment, tapping the wooden ground endlessly in a quiet display of anxiety. The small décor you placed around the dining room was criminally minimal despite having a greater purpose for that particular evening, which explains the impending worry you had in your mind. Scent of molten wax lingered about the air as the candles danced clueless into the void; their flames echoing a soft illumination that joined the minimal lighting you arranged for that night. Your sole company for that worrisome approach were two plates of carefully cooked dinner as well as the euphonious rhythm of the blues and jazz you set as a background. It sure sounded romantic and invigorating and yet it did exactly the opposite to your feeble seated figure.

A sound of a door opening felt like a shriek that broke into the silence as well as your misplaced concentration. The stillness of your rising distress halted in one fell swoop the moment that the love of your life, your girlfriend of many years Kim Yoohyeon, entered the room. However, as much as Yoohyeon was the one who could keep you in upright and positive equilibrium, she was also the unwitting source of dread for that arrangement.

“Hello my love,” Your girlfriend greeted you as she sat opposite you on the humble dining table; her expressive eyes gazing at you with concern. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting, but at least I took care of the things that we won’t be interrupted just like you asked me. Shall we start, my love?”

“Y-yes…” you croak; the tapping that came from your leg seemingly became a lot worse when she finally arrived at the scene. You could not even figure out if you were doing it to quench your unbridled anxiety or your leg cramped entirely on its own.

“Are you okay?” asked Yoohyeon in utmost concern. You planted your eyes on her in response; a bit forced and divided whether it was caused by care or fear. “You look pale. Are you really nervous? This was your idea, my love. Please, keep calm and just let the moment flow with you. I’m here with you; don’t be afraid.”

As an act of control, you placed your hand heavily over your thigh; effectively stopping your leg from trembling before Yoohyeon could even sense the tension going on with your sorry being.

“S-sorry… you just l-look beautiful…”

Even with that mousy reply, Yoohyeon found the beauty in your words and sensed that something you planned was already in effect. You were never the type who could keep still when something was going on and having known you for years, Yoohyeon could already tell that there was something behind the scenes just by looking at your eyes. However, even if she had her hints she still elected to play along your little game and act blind with your plans. It’s not like going for a candle-lit dinner devoid of any occasion was not suspicious to her at all.

You sat there opposite her as you feel your heart about to burst out of your chest. You had Yoohyeon for years and years and this was the night you planned to tie the knot: you gained traction and finally decided to propose to her and make her yours forever.

It was time for you to marry Kim Yoohyeon.

“Yoohyeon … my love…” you began as you finally asked her to stand up. You ignored all sense of ceremony and formality inside your head and decided to jump the gun right away. The dinner was more of an afterthought; you only used it to lure her with you alone. At least then, if everything went with how you planned for it then you have something to talk over dinner.

You stood from your chair, carefully waltzed around to Yoohyeon’s position where she mimicked the same action out of confusion. She already supplied you with a tilt of her head, signalling her interest on what was to follow while you fished a small box from your pocket. There was no sense of build-up; no small talks between, no nothing. You were there and she was with you. You gathered the courage and it was your moment of truth. You gave her sharp eyes a final glance before you sank to the floor on one knee, prying open the box for her to finally see the diamond ring hidden within.

“Yoohyeon, my love, will you marry me?”

Then, silence.

Even with the gentle play of the music in the background, you never felt the atmosphere as dead as ever. Yoohyeon was frozen in silence, utterly shocked that you reached that degree or even the had the courage to ask her of it. The next minutes were torture to you. She never moved a single muscle nor twitched even a single bit of her hair after you asked for her answer. You were nervous as she never stood that emotionless than before; so dead, so expressionless and so dreadful. It was far worse than her having to reject you right on the spot; telling you that you made a mistake for asking her for marriage on that very dinner.

And yet what you viewed as worst, Yoohyeon did what was far more vile and cruel than that.

She laughed.

At first you thought that she was chuckling out of joy; that the love of your life found the small gesture thoughtful and that she was showing her appreciation for it. It would have been such an adorable conclusion; you would have been really stressed for nothing as she finally gave her confirmation and agreement to be your fiancé and later on your wife…

No, it was not. The laughter that escaped your girlfriend’s lips was maniacal and plunged deeper and deeper onto her mocking you, just the cackle continued on and on and on. You stopped dead; shivers ran down your spine as you witnessed Yoohyeon swat the ring out of your reach and set it crashing onto the ground. It clanged noisily against the wooden floor, bounced with every your hope and love lost with its wreck.

Once she was done mocking you for even daring to propose to her, she gave the answer that was the final nail in the coffin.

“No… why would I do that, my love? Why would I marry a loser such as you? There’s no way!”

And then she proceeded to guffaw as your entire body crumbled in desperation, losing the built-up confidence you took so long to prepare for that night…

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“S-sorry… you just l-look beautiful…”

It was time for you to marry Kim Yoohyeon.

However, you saw things differently that felt like they were played out like a hole movie; they unfolded in your mind as if they were a premonition of your inevitable defeat and it drove you crazy from the inside-out. You were scared; no, you were terrified of how things would unfold had Yoohyeon decide to reject your proposal. You would lose your only world. You would lose the one thing that made things sensible for you in your unfair existence. You would lose Kim Yoohyeon, the love of your life, and you do not want that to happen ever.

You wanted to be with her forever; be by her side through thick and thin. If there was even a slight chance to get rid of the possibility, you were all for it. That was when your mind went black. You gave in to the demons that were telling you what you should do.

Eyeing the knife that lay on your plate, you shivered as you finally stood up in the imposing silence. Your girlfriend Yoohyeon lay confused at the sudden change of your demeanour as well as the expression that lay on your face. You used to be so pale and worried and now you look so eerily happy; in fact, the smile that was etched on your face was twisted and borderline sadistic and you were echoing a soft yet maniacal cackle.

“M-my love, are you o-okay?” she asked in fear, beginning to stand in reaction to your odd posture. The wooden chair creaked noisily as its feet got dragged across the tainted floor. “M-my love…?”

Her pleas dropped into nothing as your thoughts began fixated on to one thing: if she was the one who could rid of your love for her, then even your precious Yoohyeon should go. You intend to end all possibilities before they even became reality. You were not willing to take the risk only for you to break in the end.

You curved your lips into a deranged smile, grabbing the blade you prepared on the table and gave chase to your poor girlfriend. Yoohyeon looked at you in terror, struck in disbelief at the sudden change of the man she once loved. She did not need more than enough evidence to see that you intend to kill her; a goal that seemingly came off of nowhere. Regardless of the motivation, she scrambled to her feet in attempt to flee through the door of the house you two shared together; the raw thought of you chasing her with a knife seemingly silenced her due to her immediate trauma. She still lingered in disbelief that you could do something similar to her.

The length of your limbs gave you enough advantage that you were able to reach the door before she did, effectively shutting her off from the only remaining access to the outside. You stalked her like a hungry lion and aimed the sharp cutter up high, ready to inflict damage to the woman you once valued with all of your life at the first chance you could get to do it. All Yoohyeon‘s screams dissolved into the evening; the remote place of your house eliminated the possibility for her calling for help and that was what you needed. Eventually, Yoohyeon backed onto a corner… a wall that rendered her virtually unable to escape from your approaching and murderous visage.

“M-my love, please…” she breathed out in attempt to console to her lover within you. She was desperate as she sank onto the floor with her hands up high in surrender. Those small pleas served as the final words that escaped the mouth of your girlfriend, her life flashing before her very eyes.

Your mouth seemingly moved on its own, replying a set of words Yoohyeon never even imagined to escape from your lips.

“Come here my love~ come here you fucking bitch.”

You held on to Yoohyeon’s wrist with excessive force, denying any chance of the woman before you to even escape your clutches. With the blade that you held high on your left hand, you repeatedly released deep and piercing stabs that tore through her skin as the demon finally took over you. Her screams of agony were drowned in repeated struggle; you covering her mouth with you bare hands and her fighting to her best against it. All of that happened while your hand went to do the rest of your bloody work.

Yoohyeon’s pleas and fracas became more and more adamant just as the cold, silver steel continued to puncture her being further and further, leaving wounds all over her once-perfect body. You had nothing else on your mind but to kill; to murder the very girlfriend you were intending to marry mere moments ago, and even more so her appeals went to loose noise as her voice began to lose steam. You two were a scarlet mess with most of her blood splashing on the wall she was leading against. It was a lot of stabs that you lost count of our immense frenzy, and the fall of Yoohyeon’s body was evidence to that deranged trance you underwent in a split second. Her eyes; the very glassy ones that showed you love and affection were now ruined, only showing the terror that you, yourself, had given her poor and decimated soul.

The pair of you lay along the floor in a flood of crimson with you straddling the disembodied mess that was once the body of your girlfriend as soon you finished your work of art. You had no idea if she still had some life with her, yet her eyes were clearly full of sorrow and shock on her last moments. You knew that it was bound to come at that point; the fear caused you to think better of yourself and murder her then and there. However, even with that violent display your demons still were not contented. You wanted to humiliate her even beyond the grave.

Through the sanguine pool around you, you examined the unmoving body of your partner under you. Despite the savage display and the ripples of each and every blow you drove on her body, most of Yoohyeon’s beautiful features were still laid there as her face was left untouched. Bloodied, sure, but you could still make up the astounding features that made her so breath-taking. And then, with the rip that her clothes made you eyed the stab on her very chest, right above her heart. You don’t know what came over you, but you ripped her sternum open with brute strength. You were quickly greeted with the sight of her very heart only moments from losing the beating that gave her life.

That was what you wanted. You wanted her heart quite literally.

You ripped her heart out right before her lifeless eyes, and if ever there was still a bit of life left in her, that was surely the one that sent her to her impending death. It was so inviting; you finally had her heart on your hands and yet you still would not yield with your desires. Having someone else have her muscle on your hands would be your greatest nightmare you could think of. So the best course of action was to deny anyone from ever having it.

Never in your sane mind did you imagine yourself eating the raw heart of a human being, let alone your girlfriend. However, there you were tearing through the thick muscle with your bare teeth like it was nothing. The sheer contact your teeth made against the soft tissue felt immaculate while your taste fell numb. The way that the blood painted your face and body while you took your time consuming Yoohyeon’s heart would terrify anyone else unfortunate enough to walk into you, but you loved the idea that she was finally yours. You were quite lucky that no one else dared to even check on you, or they were just as twisted and heartless as you were for playing deaf with Yoohyeon’s cries of help.

Then again, every chew and tear you made with the mess on your fingers seemed to drive you deeper into madness. You eyed Yoohyeon’s dead body and there were still a lot more… perverted ways that you could do with her. You were essentially corrupted by your own carnal desires. There was so much free moments now that you were alone and even she could not stop you if she wanted to…

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Days after your macabre art, you spent your hours locked in with yourself with the dead body of Yoohyeon being your sole company in your own twisted world. You cleaned and washed the blood stains off of your beautiful woman, carefully took care of her mangled body and moved to the next stage that your demented mind was telling you. Of course, because the hacks and stabs you made against her body left most of her limp limbs unsightly with the obvious tears on her skin and the occasional gaps, you beckoned yourself to sew her wounds back together with some makeshift needles as well as all the steel wires you could find around your rural household.

One by one, you took your time to secure the rest of her deceased body that she may be whole and functioning like she used to be. The loss of buckets and buckets of blood caused her skin to turn chalk-white, almost borderline grey, only complimenting the periodical stitches you gave her throughout her entire body. Once you were done, Yoohyeon was back to how you remember her being; albeit looking sinister with all the stitches that were distributed all over her body yet still managed that youthful bliss of her beautiful face.

However, even with that excellent display of your creativeness sometimes her body could only take so much. Parts of her body would often fall apart and all that was left to do was to sew them back together. You did not mind. In your head, she looked most perfect than ever. You even danced with her body along with the same jazz music that played while you killed her days prior, all to your hearts’ content. Even until Yoohyeon’s head broke off loose from her neck, you merely sew it back together and went on with your life. That was the celebration for the eternity you intend to spend with her, trapped on the same four corners you had to yourselves for years to come and it was just the first days before it all began.

Then again, you still were not satisfied.

You and Yoohyeon shared a bed a couple of times into your relationship and you were no strangers to the fantasies of sex. However, even with the pleasure and satisfaction you both gave to each other the weakness of the human body always offered a form of limitation. You always had to consider everything that would come every time you and Yoohyeon had sex and admittedly she would often cut you when you clearly wanted more of her. Now, Yoohyeon’s body was pendulous and yielding to you no matter what you wanted of her, and even if you took her to bed for the entire evening she would not complain whatsoever.

You had her dead frame all over your command and you intend to exert every limit you could with her desecrated frame.

As every day unfolded, you almost spent your entire day nude and constantly railing Yoohyeon’s lifeless and stitched body. You thrust your ever needy cock inside the cavity between her legs, feeling the immortal sensation of her naturally squeezing your length all throughout. It was just how she was when she was living, only with the exception of her cold body adding a sense of satisfaction whenever you heated her insides with your friction. You were relentless; intending to fuck her dead and flopping body all over the house to satisfy your needs. You railed her over the bed while you had her legs anchored around you, over the dining table while you positioned her like a dog and rammed her from behind, and even at the back yard whilst the moon and stars lay witness to your perverted and disrespectful ways. You never seemed to care. It took a good while to get used to Yoohyeon’s absence of moans while you continued to pound her but that was perhaps the best part; at least you could get to rail her even with your other neighbors passing by. They would never know what you were doing with her body under the table.

Countless number of times you defiled her dead body and the thrill was already getting to your head; raping her to your heart’s content that she could not even complain of anything with what you do to her even if it would normally hurt her human being. That was the best part. Kim Yoohyeon was your man-made sex-doll, customized and tailored to all your likings and fetishes that you dare not convey to her when she was still alive. In your eyes, you were still fucking Yoohyeon albeit she was on a deep sleep. You knew she felt every trail of semen you shot deep in her womanhood. The sensations were too real that you could sometimes feel a ghost of her moan escaping from her head mouth.

You repeatedly disrespected her body. You applied all sense of sexual fantasies you conjured up on your mind and you dared not to leave anything behind. You tied her; you fucked her from behind, rode her, fucked her mouth, fucked her standing, over the stove, over the dining table, strapped her on, pegged yourself and felt the satisfaction of having your hole expanded like hers… You did anything imaginable until you grew personally tired of her for the day and you would not even hear a simple complaint from her especially as you dumped all your cum all over her holes. You were fulfilled of everything that your warped mind was telling you to do so. You were creative on everything, sure, yet you were corrupted by your very carnal and hellish desires. Your debauched thirsts were more than just quenched, and then when days would pass you would still keep on thinking what else to do with her mangled form. If you had one, then you’d proceed to take her on towards your darker path once again. It went on and on and on until you cannot anymore.

Often times when you would not let Yoohyeon’s freshly fucked body alone on the bed next to you, you would place her on a standing and decorated coffin you made yourself. You made sure that you situated it right next to the television just so you can have a perfect view of her resting body while you enjoyed your shows. Despite being so horrid with her, you still loved the body of your girlfriend. You made sure to place and decorate her coffin with photos of you both, taken when she was still living and clueless of her eventual fate. You took care of her dead body to preserve her look exactly how appeared when she was still alive. It might be out of love that you were doing it and yet you also did not want her to look ��lifeless’ whenever you engaged on fucking her once again.

That was how your life with Yoohyeon went as the days passed by. You kept her lifeless body preserved and looking young, occasionally taking her to your bedroom to spray on her youth from time to time. All was going so well.

At least, it was going smoothly until you left to gather supplies for your future experiments, refilling your stock as well as your own food. You secured everything in your house thinking that all was safe. Kim Yoohyeon was placed on her coffin just as usual, and you even bid a soft good bye to her body by giving a kiss on her cold lips. You locked your front door, placed a couple of chains and locks to prevent anyone else from discovering your little crime. At the end of the day, you still viewed her as your little treasure; your little piece of heaven.

However, on that silence and amidst the cold and dark living room you left Yoohyeon on, her dead white eyes fixated on the floor devoid of any pupils dissolved into a black mist. She stood there so still, leaning against the left side of your coffin when her body began to twitch and her eyes blinked back to life, hungering and more than eager to finally move at last.

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The view of the sunset heading to your home was always immaculate. Having to see the final reaches of bright orange day as it fades onto a dark-blue twilight was always a treat considering you don’t get to see it that often. It did felt odd that you did not have Yoohyeon with you as you bring the groceries home for sure. However, the anticipation that her body gave you knowing she was just there waiting for the ‘new adventures’ you intend to do with her lifeless body was as immaculate as the sunset; you felt like a child heading home to your favourite toy. In a sense, that might as well be the case. Someday, you might even get the courage to take her out of your very home.

You quickly unlocked the multitude of chains you had to secure your front door up, eager to finally see Yoohyeon after a long afternoon of going around town without her. The scent that greeted you was different as it was very waxy. You went out a couple of times before and yet you do not remember lighting any candles before you left, so why was that the case now? The familiar burnt wax scent haunted your nostrils and it seemingly grew stronger and stronger as you became closer to freeing the door. You set the heavy chains beside the bags and swung the door fully open.

At first, you deemed the standing figure of Yoohyeon greeting you to be normal at first. It was about the same way that she greeted you whenever you came home from a long day. That heart-warming presence of your girlfriend was already in display, and you even can’t believe how lucky of a man you were for having her greet with you with such warmth and enthusiasm.

But then, there was something blatantly wrong with that.

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened. Yoohyeon was not simply standing at the door’s entrance because you simply forgot to put her back on her coffin, but she was there staring at you with her glaring eyes. They were sharp, black and iris-less yet full of anger that joined the rest of her already ghoulish presence. The stitches you gave her body made her presence increasingly more sinister, quite obvious from the hanging tank top you had her dressed her before you left. You froze, eyes drifting towards the rest of her body in effort to make sense of what you were seeing. Yoohyeon literally looked like a monster that came back from the dead and you could not even move with all that was presented before you.

To your surprise, Yoohyeon’s head tilted gently to the side and that movement caused you to break your stupor and step back in quick and terrorized reflex. Slowly, her deathly visage mimicked the steps you made only hers was moving closer to you, in a still and fearful presence. You moved back further and further, trying to keep your eyes glued to her approaching figure until you eventually tripped on the chains that once held the door shut together.

You scrambled to your feet, panicking to get back only to fall once more. You rushed to fixate your eyes on Yoohyeon’s figure. She reached the door still in the same dead-pan pace while you crawled back using your legs and your hands. Then, your girlfriend’s head straightened again, her death-clad stare surely fixated towards you despite lacking any evidence of emotion before a sadistic smile curved on her pale lips.

“Hello, my love~” she echoed; her voice still had that sweet and sultry tone to her albeit lost in a faint yet monstrous growl.

Yoohyeon‘s body twitched as her movements became erratic… it was as if she was getting used to the new life she had as well as the body that served nothing but cum dump since she died. Each clockwork movement she made had an inch closer to your horrified figure. She was that; the very manifestation of the fears and misbehaving you concurred. You did not even think of how it was even possible for her to come back to life. The mess that was once your girlfriend was a heart-less body that was on its feet and clearly at a loss of all the humanity left. All you could do was flee. There was certainly no sense of trying to reason to a being you could barely even call as Kim Yoohyeon.

You were being chased by a relentless monster; a vengeful soul that possessed the body you repeatedly disrespected. Yoohyeon’s dead and jet-black eyes curved and flared with a murderous intent, and of course her only target being you.

Once again, you scrambled to get on your feet, sending dust and dirt to the air as your feet desperately tried to clamour over the pavement. You managed to gain ground by knocking over the groceries you once brought home, and they were unfortunately left in a tired mess in front of your doorstep. The heart beating faster inside your ribcage almost rivalled the pace that you took knowing your life was in danger. You glanced back once you felt like you gave yourself a decent distance from her, only to find Yoohyeon breaking in your pick-up truck of which you haplessly disregarded amidst the ensuing chaos and panic.

“Where are you going, my love? Aren’t you going to say ‘hi’ to me?” You heard her taunting call throughout the commotion as the truck roared to life, followed by the sound of her insane laughter. If you were not yet running fast, by then you surely were at the moment you heard the truck heading towards your direction. The limited heads and eyes of your neighbours were even discarded as you ran for your life, exiting the quiet and remote village onto the dirt road ahead.

Your legs brought you onto the nearby forest, exiting the dirt road once you heard the truck coming to a close. Twigs, broken branches, and shrubs rustled under your sprinting feet while you wade through the uneven terrain, making sure to give a good glance towards your back every once a while. You heard a loud crash, perhaps coming from the truck that Yoohyeon drove to get to you; but even with that you still kept your pace thriving deeper and deeper onto the jungle of trees and passing by overgrown roots as well as thickets.

Yoohyeon’s voice once again echoed as if she had the entire forest bewitched for you to hear her voice. It was either that, or the bone-chilling hiss of her vindictive expression was playing right inside your head. It was more than enough to slow you down, make your knees weak and yet you pursued for the sake of the illusion of escape.

“My loooooove~ Where are you my looooove?”

You lost track of the path you were taking on as the skies dissolved into the faint darkness of the approaching evening. All you saw seemed to have been in a deep shade of blue; all details of the forest vague on your bare eyes. The ground under you were barely even showing itself as you ran over it; torn between keeping the pace up with the noise of the twigs below you and keeping your journey as quiet as you possibly could. Even the presence of Yoohyeon inside the forest with you seemed to have been brought out of your system with you solely focusing your efforts on navigating the labyrinthine greenery.

“My loooooove~”

You immediately snapped your gaze on your back the moment you heard Yoohyeon l’s voice again, closer and quite approaching you that time around. You eyed every sliver of light you could make out between the trees, hoping to find evidence of her movement but to no avail. The night started to get deeper as the twilight bled onto the eventual evening. It would only be a matter of time before Yoohyeon’s possessed and angry corpse would be close to your disadvantaged mortal figure.

You hurried your attention back towards the direction you were running at, only for you to be stopped dead on your tracks by a deep and quick blow striking you right at the right side of your stomach.

It took a second for you to realize what even had happened. The sight of the deathly presence of Kim Yoohyeon l right next to you, all in her stitched-up and horrifying aspect, was the answer you were dearly looking for. You looked at her dead-on her life-less eyes; the void of her all-black sclera now appearing more sinister amidst the impending darkness along with the dreadful presence of her mangled body. You froze; it was as if all sense of motor movement on your body left you as you stared on Yoohyeon in disbelief. Her hand cradled the handle of a branch.

You began to shake as the blow felt more than connected to your own. There was heat; searing warmth that you’ve never felt before lay on the perimeter of the blow and it slowly became dead cold. You traced Yoohyeon’s outstretched hand and she held a thick and angled branch, its end pierced inside you with a deep wound.

Your eyes lingered towards Yoohyeon’s once again with your shocked gaze appealing to the sense of humanity in her. You hoped there were still some left inside her chalky anterior. However, Yoohyeon’s lacerated face supplied you with a grin; her lips curving from ear to ear accentuated by the small seams on her face. The horror began to bite in you; no sense of appeal to her would even get you out of that. The painful truth began to shed its face to you just as the pain of the wood against your bare skin began to manifest itself.

Yoohyeon, with utmost incredible force, pulled the thicket from your body and thrust onto you once more, sending a spurt of blood over her face. You screamed in agony and yet your voice was drowned amidst the dark trees. You felt strength leave your body, holding on to Yoohyeon’s free arm with a quick shake of your entire being. Your then-girlfriend held onto you in return, but she merely used your hand as leverage to pull the stabbed thicket out and pierce it through your body once again. On and on it went, Yoohyeon mimicking the same degree of savagery you displayed when you murdered her, but with her newfound strength it drove the feeling harder and harder for your body to tolerate. In moments time you were already falling down with weakness taking over you.

You had no idea at what point during her rampage that you felt numb to her forces. You might have been desensitized with the consecutive blows that came your way, causing you to lose ground and fall to your knees with the pool of blood showering beneath your feet. Your body became uncontrollable and you cannot help but fixate your eyes on Yoohyeon’s figure towering over your body as you fell on your back; knees still bent on that awkward angle.

You could not even speak as blood gurgled out of your mouth with your desperate attempts. You knew that you should have been dead by then, and yet as punishment for your previous deeds towards Yoohyeon, your senses remained well. You could still see her approach your body and kneel beside your destroyed frame. It felt like a fevered dream at that point; you were merely there to watch what she was about to do to the remnants of your body. You were quite literally unable to stop what she has in mind. If she was intending to inflict the same degree you did to her, you could only do so much and watch.

Yoohyeon raised her right hand, nails shining in the darkness like sharp talons, and quickly plunged her hand straight through your ribcage with one quick crack of your sternum and rib bones. All of her prior stabs that evening dissolved towards the end. However, it was that one pierce; that one particular that Yoohyeon did with her bare hands reaching for your heart, felt the most painful of them all. You watched in horror as Yoohyeon pulled your heart out right before your eyes, equally engulfing your body in a pool of blood under the moon and stars. You gazed onto her until the life faded out of your frame; the sight of your girlfriend with your heart on your hands being the last thing you saw before your eyes closed involuntarily. It was enough for you to see Yoohyeon devour and indulge on the heart situated on her very hands. You were dead. You know you were already dead and yet you still felt like you were falling onto a deep abyss after what had just happened…

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The transition from your apparent death to what followed came quicker than you expected. There was nothing certain about what comes after death; it becoming the end-all be-all of one’s life might yield onto a promise of an immortal life. However, just as you felt falling to your death after just being killed by Yoohyeon. You felt like you entered a dream-like state that lasted for a couple of minutes followed by a quick state of stillness. Your consciousness was telling that you were falling beforehand and when everything came to a stop, you never felt your feet hit solid ground. The fall was a dream and you felt your eyes close while you leaned onto a desk.

All the thoughts of previous events were already behind you as it all dissolved into a fevered mush. You were seated and you knew it, feeling the hard wood that your head and body was dearly leaning on. In a quick rush, you opened your eyes and you were immediately greeted by a familiar sight.

The hint of burning candlewax lingered strongly onto the open air of your apartment, apparently still in pristine shape after all that misbehaviours you did previously. Even that was beyond you now. You only took what you were sensing for what it was. It was the apartment you and Yoohyeon lived on, only void of the obvious furniture that added a lot of space to it. There was only the empty table you were sleeping on, the wooden chair you sat onto, and finally the single piano that seemed to be playing the same melody on the evening you slaughtered and dehumanized your own girlfriend. Hearing that rang no real bells to you as confusion primarily ruled on your calm consciousness.

You began to stand up and take a feel of things, call for your girlfriend and ask her what was going on. However, you cannot move your mouth to even speak. You tried and yet there was no sound coming out. A small layer of panic began to coat over your questionable stay whilst you began to take a walk. However, you were greeted by a gruesome sight invisible to you when you first woke up from your bizarre dream, only now that it felt more realistic than any dream or illusion could convey.

The ground on your feet was filled in with burning wood. Charred logs lingered all around you upon the realization that the ligneous floor of your apartment began combusting onto oblivion; sending sparks and ash all over your surroundings. You ran your eyes towards the rest of the place and even the walls of your humble apartment began to combust and engulf the entire interior with angry, blazing fire. The walls, the table near you, even the chair that you sat on was burning with hot flames. What used to be windows of your cabin with Yoohyeon were now glowing with hot and resentful fire.

However, despite the abundance of blazing material around you the orange dance of the heat was nothing to you. There was no immediate reaction to flee or even the sensation of pain. In fact, there was no immediate reaction as you felt nothing with the inferno that surrounded you.

Confused and unable to speak your curious steps began to tread you closer towards the fiery glass-less windows of your apartment in the hopes that it might give you the answers you need. You came proximate and slowly peered through the fire and the flames, only for the silhouette of burning hands clawing at the surface of an ocean of heat to greet you; some even making their way towards the safety of your own cabin.

You tread back as you felt fear overcome your curiosity, not even minding the now-audible pleas and screams of help that came from the distance. Your eyes were not deceiving you and at that point you could have wished that they did. In that stillness and the retreat out of fear that you made from the door, your senses were greeted by an immediate presence lingering behind you. You never felt anything from the entity’s end and yet you already knew you were with someone, apparently appearing out of thin fire as the rest of the apartment seemingly came from. You quickly turned, noticing how even your own body appeared to be burning yet devoid of any pain or sensation on your skin as well, and fixated your gaze on the newcomer that joined your confused being.

It was none other than your own girlfriend and doomed fiancé-to-be, Kim Yoohyeon.

She stood there as beautiful as ever; her body restored to its former beauty before you ever desecrated her for your own sadistic purpose. Yoohyeon’s once paper-fair complexion was there once again as her skin was finally rid of the ties and stitches you did to put it together. Her presence seemingly glowed and radiated amidst the already bright and deafening place of your apartment ablaze. She was dressed on an equally dazzling white wedding dress, stretching from laced patterns that covered her sleeves and the long cloth that covered beyond her legs and feet. A veil separated you from ever witnessing the rest of her pretty face.

“Yoohyeon, my love… you look so beautiful,” you mused in awe and your loving girlfriend supplied you with a keen smile. You never knew you could even speak and seemingly the sight of your girlfriend already broke that curse within you. “You’re here… you’re with me. You’re with me, my love~”

You began to take your steps closer to where she was standing. There was that hunger, or rather desire, as well as elation to finally see her amidst the questionable place you were on. Aside from the familiar scenery of your apartment, Yoohyeon was the only thing familiar amidst the sea of hell that was lay outside of the door. Having the comfort of seeing her would be better if you could finally embrace her. You knew that you missed seeing her even if you had a vague memory of when you even last saw her.

You were about at arms’ length from Yoohyeon when you saw her face transition from her former stoic and emotionless smile to a face that was as long as a fiddle. For a moment’s thought, Yoohyeon’s gloom was evident on her figure before the rest of her body entirely combusts, engulfing her in a pillar of flame that sent you hurtling back towards the floor she found you on.

After that scramble, you brushed the relative smoke that formed on her ignition and quickly got to your feet with utmost effort. You scrambled to get up and finally fixated your eyes on Yoohyeon’s burning figure, only for the flames that hugged her body slowly disintegrate into thin air, leaving the sight of horror that was familiar to your ever-twisted memory.

Yoohyeon stood there on her true form just how you recalled when she killed you. Skin dead as snow, body full of stitches and ties that bound it together, and lips curved into a sadistic smile, and her blackened eyes fixated their void stare back at your mangled figure. The rest of her wedding dress was now burnt and singed all throughout, leaving you a more sinister and terrifying look at your dead fiancé. You were wide-eyed, shocked, and perhaps even fearful for your life. The horrors you left on your living body seemingly haunting you even in the afterlife.

“What’s the matter, my love?” Yoohyeon spoke in that same sweet and sultry tone dissolved into a feral and shadowy growl. “How come that little enthusiasm is now lost on your face? Do you not like me when I look like this?”

Your jaws trembled upon the presence of her. Your knees felt weak and unable to move; not to mention that the former chilling cold of the burning place now began to warm up to you. You stared on Yoohyeon’s figure dead on, terror and regret flashing on your eyes with her pitiful yet imposing figure.

“My love…” you began to squeak but even that ability to talk was lost on your fright.

“Do you not like me when I look like this, my love?” Yoohyeon repeated her question. Her body then rose from the ground and drifted closer to where you were standing, and you could not help but stand there in remorse with the sheer evidence of the lustful and criminal sins wavering straight at your fore front. You could not even look at Yoohyeon straight in on her blackened eyes.

Yoohyeon could absolutely kill you again with that stare of hers even if you’ve already died.

“How come you cannot answer my question? You were the one who made me like this, right? You’re supposed to love me now, especially when I’m shaped to how you desired. Why are you so held in disbelief?”

“My l-love…”

“ANSWER ME!”

Yoohyeon’s sudden change in tone, her grotesque accent contributing to her already hideous appearance set you on your knees. You were weak; vulnerable in front of the woman you once claimed that you love. Yoohyeon had her long and sharp fingernails bared on her sides as she hovered over your small being. You had no idea what else she could do to you. She already killed you in cold blood, took your heart out, and ate it too to match your misbehaving with her body. What more could she do to punish you?

That was when the ground around you began to move. The burning wood that you remember you were standing on became a wide pile of skulls, each burnt black like charcoal in an open fire. Slowly, a combination of charred and burning hands began to rise from the hulk of death around you, reaching for you desperately as you panicked to get your feet out from their grasp.

“Fuck, no…! No please! Not like this!” You pleaded towards Yoohyeon’s waiting stance. She could only do much as watch you as you were slowly pulled in by the exposed arms.

Despite your struggles, the grasp of the undying souls were too much even for your fickle mind. You began to sink slowly onto the burnt skills as more and more burnt arms grab you from below, dragging you onto the eventual unrest that was a consequence of your actions from the world of the living.

“No, Yoohyeon, my love! Please…! Help me…! I’m sorry…!” You pleaded towards her once you were already waist-deep amidst the scattered bones. Echoes of disorder and screaming were audible from your ears, and yet Yoohyeon was there only to watch you get devoured by your own words.

The arms rapidly overcame you and quickly pulled on you down like a quicksand. You felt heat on your feet as hands began to grasp on your shoulders. It would only be a matter of time before you…

“Yoohyeon… please, forgive me! Please don’t let this happen to me,” you pleaded once more. Your entire body was already buried with the bones and the arms were rapidly overwhelming your head. One more arm and you can no longer see the floating figure of Kim Yoohyeon before you. “Please…! Yoohyeon! Please…! I’ll do anything for you to forgive me…! I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I promise!”

“What will you do, my love?” she finally asked. Your hands were desperately crawling for her, throwing the reaching arms off of your sight. The entire apartment was gone, and all you could see was Yoohyeon standing amidst the valley of bones with nothing but fire all around her. “What will you do to get my forgiveness?”

“I will do anything! Please, just give me one more chance and I will make it up to you! Please…. Don’t let me die like this… I will be with you forever just to make it up to you! I will take an eternity to even try and make it up for my mistakes, please!”

“That’s not long enough.”

“My love, I will suffer for so long!”

“I pray to God that you do.”

You twitched as your jaw was attempted to be held.

“Please…! I’ll do anything then… I’ll do anything… I’ll do whatever you want me to do, please just save me my love… please!”

You were finally overwhelmed. You reached an arm out as your face and sight was covered. Yoohyeon was the final thing you saw before everything went black. You were counting on her final hold as you reached your hand out in desperation. It was a final attempt and yet it was proven to be futile.

And then, everything felt dead around you.

The force that was pulling you down the sea of bones was gone. You stopped from ever descending as your body was merely lingering amidst an ocean of skulls. You brushed the skeletal remains off of your face to provide you better sight, and once again you were inside that familiar empty apartment where you and Yoohyeon resided; the walls and ground were now black as if they were just extinguished from a previous burnout.

You crawled out of the skeletal pit and were immediately greeted by the sight of Yoohyeon standing before you once again. The entire apartment was dark, safe for the small glow that her undead body offered for you both.

“I will let you do that then,” she said while you went off and knelt opposite her. “Spend an eternity with me; trying to make up for all the sins you did to me and my life. I will let you do that because I still believe of your love for me. I’ll grant you… one chance. That’s all that I’ll give. And if it’s not enough…”

“If it’s not enough…?”

Yoohyeon drifted her figure close to you and pulled you by the collar of your shirt, and forced you inches above the floor. You could only do so much as to keep your eyes glued onto her immense visage; staring intently onto the grotesque figure of her eyes. Both of her dead and blackened eyes were gazing back at you. Even through that void of irises you know that Yoohyeon was pleading to the little humanity left on your now repenting figure.

Slowly, her lips began to tremble. There was something definitely gruesome seeing how her lips curved and move this close, especially with the stitches around her beautiful face that added that level of sinister to her.

“You will try again… again… and again… and again... until the end of time. You will spend the rest of your soul’s existence trying to make up for what you did to me; to bring what you stole with everything that you got. You have to do this, or there would be no peace forever. That is what I want, my love, because in the end… you may have destroyed my humanity but I still love you. I still want to be with you forever, even if it means that we would be doing the same thing over and over again. If you really want to get my forgiveness that is what I want you to do,” she finished. Yoohyeon made sure to give you a small shake to emphasize her point. “It’s that or you can stay here and burn forever.”

You nodded without a second’s hesitation and even gave the most kind-hearted smile you could have ever given your fiancé even before you descended down to the path to madness. Even in that moment, despite all of your sins Yoohyeon finally saw the good in you. You were driven by fear; driven by the cowardice that led to both of your undoing. None of this would have ever happened had you not let your thoughts consume you from the inside out.

“I concur. I’ll happily take that if it means that I will be with you forever. I love you, my Yoohyeon. I love you forever.”

And then, Yoohyeon’s monstrous image produced a gesture you would not even think possible for a being like her. She shed tears. She wept.

You found a single tear drop from her eye. What normally would be a clear, tone of clear liquid that would spill down from a human being was pitched black from Yoohyeon. It should be petrifying to say the least, yet Yoohyeon’s jet-black tears coming from her equally jet-black eyes only emphasized her softness hiding amidst that tough and grisly shell.

You reached out to give Yoohyeon a tight hug despite being suspended in mid-air by her support. That action seemingly caught her off guard and yet she returned the gesture nonetheless. However, as much as you surprised her with your sudden intimate embrace, Yoohyeon returned the favour by doing something off as well. You no longer cared whether what was supporting you up or so; logic and realism were definitely not of that world. You let your hands go as you felt Yoohyeon snake her arms around your neck, engaging you in a deep and torrid kiss that would was rightful for the place that the two of you had for your own.

You felt the fire. The heat that once seared the surroundings was now adamant between you both. You and Yoohyeon burned; sharing a kiss that felt so long since you two both had for each other. Kisses after kisses were what spent the rest of your conscious self on that place. It was passionate, lustful and hungry even, and unbelievably very much full of love. You felt Yoohyeon’s burning presence as the fire consumed you both. It was the end of the road. You and Yoohyeon finally had a bond that tied you to each other forever.

The only thing left was to solidify your vows in a ceremony to make things official once and for all.

And as you and Yoohyeon made out in the middle of literal hell, you had your eyes closed with only one thing in mind:

It was finally time to come back.

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Sometime after you and Yoohyeon’s doomed relationship spread through the local town like an urban legend, none of the townsfolk ever saw either the two of you to prove it false. That alone led then to believe that the rumours about you both were true; you both fell after being consumed by your own lust for each other and eventually died on each other’s arms without anything or anyone else. However, the impact that you two made on the local populace was strong as it could have ever been. It was suffice to say that there were still some of them that believed you two were prowling in the evening and the darkness, lurking in the shadows and looking for your next victim with the twisted, almost satirical premise they gave you both.

Especially since the local cemetery found an unregistered grave not that long ago. It was a simple pile of soil devoid of tombstones situated on a collection of stone enclosed graves. The eeriness of the appearance of said pile intrigued most of your local neighbours and yet no one truly had the courage to dig it up, fearing of what they could unleash from within. It was not a sound decision especially with your haunting rumour circulating around town.

You were glad that that was the case. It was the place where Yoohyeon put your mangled body after she claimed your heart for her own. It was a grave she expertly dug herself using her bare hands, hiding it from everyone after that fated night that you lost your first life. And now, Yoohyeon’s haunting figure lurked amongst the darkness of the quiet evening eagerly watching any display of movement from your grave. She knew you would come. Some way, some where you’d finally come back as you promised her. It was what was necessary to fulfil the eternal contract and bond of making it up for your sins.

And so, there was the sign she was dearly looking for. The grave she had your body on finally shifted; the first layers of soil above gently moving, dancing amidst the dead of the tombstones surrounding you.

You finally felt yourself jolt awake; the first signs of movement was to fish for a light coming from the faint moon. You felt the dirt all over your body as Yoohyeon never placed you under a coffin after all. You reached out and felt the incredible strength that the new life had brought with you, and slowly you made your way out of the solitary confinement. You repeatedly clawed your hands up from the ground until you reach the cold, evening air; the soft sounds of faint church hymns echoing amidst the distance.

Once you had the dirt away from sealing your body within the earth, you finally stood up and admired the new life you have been given. Your legs felt wobbly and unstable at first, and when you proceeded to look at your hands you finally found the answer as to why that was the case.

Your hands showed early signs of rotting flesh. Your hands were almost greenish-grey from being confined under for too long; your faded and filthy clothes even showed that time has passed since then. Some of your skin had already fallen off from your body. Your nails were dead as well, and yet you did not care. You were happy to even be alive once again even if just as a living and heartless corpse. You had that unwavering need; it was as if you had that insatiable desire to hate the living. Your now undead existence was dedicated to being with your Yoohyeon and that was all that you wanted.

And of course, she was there at the distance waving for you to come to her. She still had that same repulsive appearance and yet you now felt so belong with her. You became a monster as well. It was a small price to pay for your resurrection and you were more than willing to accept it. This was your form forever more; the form you would spend with Kim Yoohyeon until the end of time.

The distant church bells rang amidst the distance once again and you knew that it was calling to the two of you. You fixated your gaze onto her figure once more and she knew you had the same thing in mind. She waved the severed head of a guard she just murdered; ripped from the upper jaw away from the rest of his body while she smiled towards you. Despite the grotesque appearance, you were not fazed by it by any means. You even welcomed the sight as you felt an odd sense of satisfaction with how gruesome and brutal your fiancé was. After all, it was just the start.

And so, you and Yoohyeon marched closer towards the church to gate-crash an on-going night wedding. You held hand-in-hand, eager to seal the deal once and for all and intending to brutally murder anyone who stands on your way.

“I’ve come back my love,” you said, and even your voice has changed into a hideous growl. “We’ll live forever, my Yoohyeon. We’ll be together until the world falls.”

“You and I both know how we should start this,” Yoohyeon responded, locking her fingers on yours as you both walked the darkness after tossing the severed head aside. “Let’s have a wedding on that little church there. I bet there are a lot of people waiting for us inside.”

“We don’t need audience, do we? It should just be you and me. Let’s have a wedding and get rid of the rest.”

Yoohyeon nodded.

“Let’s start the killing then, my love. Kill for me.”

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The orchestral sound of the town’s nearby cathedral was a testament to a wedding being held with the fall of the afternoon. The night’s peak was about to come and the evening could never have been better for the couple standing in front of the cathedral’s altar; music blaring all over its halls. Its blossoming and commanding rhythm drove excited anticipation amongst their colleagues and friends waiting on the benches. The ceremony has been done; all that was left was the vow that would seal them forever. The young man looked at his wife with utmost enthusiasm; even if they were separated by a veil, soon all would be gone and they would be one. The elderly priest beside them began to position himself for the final highlight of the evening when they heard the doors of the church close with a thud.

Each of the wedding’s visitors turned their heads towards the two figures holding hand-in-hand standing on the entrance. One was a rather tall woman with a bloody machete in hand. The visible stitches on her pale-skinned body sent shivers to them, more so emphasized once the people realized she had all dead black orbs for her eyes. Next to her stood a man that was about as tall as she was, skin already botched and greyish with some parts torn to show the dead flesh and muscle that lay beneath. You stood there with an equally imposing stature as Yoohyeon beside you; your eyes now devoid of irises as you had that lifeless white-eyed terrifying gaze. What caught your audience’s attention the most was the chainsaw you held on your hand, raising it without any sense of strain or obvious effort thanks to your undead strength.

“Should we kill all of them, my love?” You asked towards Yoohyeon, placing your arm on the crank of the said chainsaw. “We can make this place beautiful for our wedding, my love. We can turn this tawdry setting into red and you know it.”

“Do as you please. Red is a power colour, and I would love to see it as a motif,” Yoohyeon commanded. “Kill as much as you want, but leave the groom and bride to me. I have better plans for them. Let’s give them one killer show.”

You smiled as you watched Yoohyeon raise the machete above her head. She gave one quick swing and threw the blade all across the room, and thanks to her superhuman strength it flew towards the altar without fail. It spun in circles like a chakram while tracing its path, eventually making its way towards the groom with such velocity that it ricocheted towards the altar and fell towards the floor.

The spectators could only watch in horror as the groom’s head split cleanly off of his neck before rolling towards the floor, sending a flurry of blood and gore showering in front of the priest as well as the petrified wife next to them. His disembodied body began to limp forward and fall towards the floor, signalling the panic of the onlookers that came from the gruesome sight. The chairs were evacuated as each person attempted to flee through the side doors. Unfortunately for them, you and Yoohyeon took care of all the escape routes in silence while everyone was too occupied on the ceremony beforehand, and now all that was left was for the two of you to claim your victims on one impending carnage; the first mass-murder for your first night reborn.

You pulled the crank and your chainsaw roared to life; and you can’t help but grimace as the people flee at the sound of you, which is exactly what you wanted of them.

“We are tonight’s entertainment!” You taunted before you and Yoohyeon, plunged into the crowd to commit your mass murdering spree.

You swung your chainsaw through every single body that you could reach. You tore through their flesh like it was nothing, and that was thanks to your inhuman vigour. You bisected every person your blade could reach while you laughed in glee at your ghoulish artwork. It was suffice to say that you painted the rest of the chairs for that wedding day on a red motif, bathing the elegant ribbons and ties they set up on the grand aisles with a bath of blood from their own spectators. Man, woman, no matter how old or how young, you never gave any sort of remorse as you murdered through them all. You wanted them all dead for Yoohyeon to admire and that was precisely what you were aiming to accomplish. Your satisfaction relished on the amount of blood on the floor, the torn limbs you made and the screams that they gave before you took them out of their misery.

Your saw got jammed with the amount of flesh it ripped and tore through but even that did not stop you from continuing what you were doing. As far as you were concerned, that anger and rage was more than enough for you to do a lot of killing, even more so that there was too much to do during that point.

Yoohyeon, on the other hand, took on her share of killing by using her bare hands. She threw people with incredible brawn through the premises of the church. If that was not enough, she even made sure that she impaled a couple of bodies on the chandelier, hanging by their impaled heads and shaking the lighting of the wedding down to a minimum, and she made sure to do that while reserving her last kill of that evening for the bride.

Bodies upon bodies were lying mangled all over the cathedral’s vitiated and tormented floor. Broken and deformed benches were the testament to both you and Yoohyeon’s immense power. The once scream-filled inside of the church were now overwhelming with silence as you and your fiancé Yoohyeon bathed on the success of your mass execution. Even the body of the dead musician responsible for the orchestral tone of the grand piano was made sure to lie dead on the keyboard, echoing a long and lasting rhythm akin to horns that was sure to haunt the vicinity of that very cathedral.

And now, just as Yoohyeon had promised the only remaining person to butcher was the bride.

However, even if Yoohyeon had not decided to end her right away, she might as well be good as dead with everything that her eyes have witnessed. The human mind could only take so much, and the torment presented before her left her in a state of shock that she could barely even speak or think.

You positioned yourself on the bloodied mess of her headless-husband’s body, kicking him off and taking his place for your own. You made sure to give a soft, seemingly insulting nod towards the elderly priest who lay witness to all of your crimes yet did not seem to be very fazed by your very existence. All you did at that moment was watch as Yoohyeon finally approached the cowering bride’s figure, seated on the foot of the altar with her dress decorated with splatters of crimson sanguine. She had her hands over her ears but you were sure that she heard every single scream the dead produced moments ago.

“It’s going to be okay,” Yoohyeon mused towards the fearful woman, caressing her beautiful curls with her own, stitched hands. Your fiancé even more so did as much as to slowly wipe the tear on her cheek before she undid the veil that was on top of the bride’s head.

“I’ll put this to good use, I promise,” she added, carefully placing the blood-spattered veil over her own head and arranging it on a manner that was perfect for her. You watched as Yoohyeon carefully wiped the lipstick on the woman’s lips, smudging the hot red with her fearfully pale face. She placed her palm over the young woman’s forehead while she plunged two of her fingers inside the woman’s lips, grabbing her lower jaw for leverage.

Once quick rip followed by the sound of torn skin and broken bones equated to the bride’s head being severed by the jaw. The remnants of her head fell and rolled towards the floor like her would-be husband’s, and her headless body finally slid off towards the ground in a pool of scarlet life.

Yoohyeon dusted the small splash of her ichor on her body and moved to pick up the mess of flowers that the bride left beside her. With a smile, Yoohyeon finally ended the killing spree you both have started, and now finally stood in front of the altar with your waiting grasp. The elderly priest glared at the sight of two murderers in front of him.

“Sorry for that show there. We’re ready to be one. Bless us and we’ll make this quick and painless,” Yoohyeon said once she was in position. The audacity that the both of you showed, having murdered every single person in front of the priest was now evident, especially when you even asked the priest to bless whatever macabre goals you both had in mind.

Sensing his lack of choice and perhaps accepting that death was already knocking at his old door already anyway, the elderly priest shifted his eyes between you and Yoohyeon and finally spoke. The deep tone of the suspended music serving as a chorus as well as a rhythm for you and Yoohyeon’s wedding vows.

“Very well then,” the priest replied with a gravelling tone. He turned his attention towards Yoohyeon’s waiting figure and began to pronounce the words while he added a small modification to the standard vow:

“Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?”

“Yes I do,” replied Yoohyeon while not taking her eyes off of your waiting leer.

The priest then turned towards you.

“Do you take this woman in death for the rest of your unnatural life?”

“I do.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife for the rest of this eternity. You may now kiss your bride.”

“I love you, Kim Yoohyeon, in death, in unrest, and for the rest of this life forever.”

“I love you too; in death, in unrest and for the rest of this life forever.”

You blatantly ignored the compasses that the priest has given your bond, and you merely pulled the same diamond ring that was the root cause for all that happened between you and Yoohyeon. You knelt and finally, two lifetimes apart and one dead body on top of the other, you managed to slip the very ring onto Yoohyeon’s middle finger.

That was it. The unnatural union was done and there were no do-overs. The curse that you wrought upon each other was inadvertently the start for something that was bizarrely beautiful. The church murder was a testament; an undying proof of your never-ending devotion with the endless love for your now loving wife, Kim Yoohyeon. There were still a lot to do. There were still a lot of bodies left to kill in order to satiate your mutual desire for death and the union was there to begin everything in its proper place.

And just as you and Yoohyeon had your foreheads leaning onto one another, feeling the moment that took literally life and death to achieve once and for all, you realized you had to uphold her end of the bargain.

You took a swift thrust on your right without warning and quickly took the heart of the priest out of his own body. You both witnessed as the elderly priest supplied a look void of surprise as he clearly saw this coming with pure angry expectation. However, before his body fell to the ground and the final remnants of his life left the shell of his taut body, he was quick to give you and Yoohyeon a raised middle finger. That was something that both of you were amused on before settling on a quick kiss.

And so, the church bells rang along with the rhythm of the pressed grand piano. You and Yoohyeon walked one bloody hand on the other, waltzing with joy as the blood pooled on your feet and messed your steps with trails of crimson. Yet you both did not care. The town before you would have the night of their lives as the couple of you would bring the terrible rumour up to truth at last.

Your legend with Kim Yoohyeon lived up to its name and one could even argue that the story did not do you justice. The tale of two lovers who fell and came back now attempting to quench their never-ending thirst for blood, aptly called now as husband and wife. The church was just a small stage to set-up for your even greater audience. You spent the next nights and days terrorizing the local townsfolk; slaughtering each and every human being you could find in the most gruesome way you two could think of, and the killings brought joy to both you and Yoohyeon’s sadistic faces.

On top of that, you continued on to move and act like everything was normal; that you and Yoohyeon were just two newly-wedded people enjoying what the gore and the grisly has to offer. The disembowelled and dishevelled bodies of your victims were never left as is. You would often take their severed heads, internal organs, even eyes and limbs to pose for Yoohyeon to take a picture of before you mutually consumed them for your own satisfaction. Both of your favourite was drinking from a straw while it was pierced on a severed head, especially with its brains exposed for you to feast on. Then again, it was way too early on your twisted journey to settle for something you favoured in particular.

The physical absence of both your hearts caused you to stomach everything that you did but even then you knew that that was not entirely true. You had each other’s heart, for the most part anyway, and on that regard you know that you would never lose Yoohyeon again and so does she to you. It was one less reason to cry. Everybody had to die at some point and you two were never an exception. However, in that death you found the very thing that bound you together forever. You fell apart and that new life was your new start. After all, spending an eternity trying to find the satisfaction in the flesh and the macabre did not seem so bad after all, especially if you get to spend it with your love Kim Yoohyeon.

At least in that regard you could say that you and Yoohyeon lived happily ever after.

---THE END---

Authornim: Now that was a trip now, wasn’t it?

Like I said, this story was based on an 8-minute song called ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ performed by Avenged Sevenfold. If you have interests on checking the song out and how it relates to this particular piece, I do recommend you watch the music video as it gives better context rather than just listening to the song as-is. Plus, it makes the song a lot better in my opinion. If you made it through the end of this story, then that animated MV would be fine for you.

Like I said at the beginning of the chapter, I did up tone some of the narrative here to fit my storytelling method. I guess you can see the comparison once you watch it.

Thank you so much for reading this particular piece and see you on the next update!

#yoohyeon #dreamcatcher #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #malereader #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #kim yoohyeon #thigh #spooky season #halloween

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milkyybuns · 3 years ago

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Strawberry Margarita

(Bartender!Uzui Tengen x Reader)

Characters: Uzui Tengen, afab!Reader

Contains: NSFW (MDNI), dialogue, plot, excessive drinking, one-sided infatuation, masturbation, super naïve and innocent reader, modern AU, crack but that's just my writing style at this point

Synopsis: Working at a bar in downtown Tokyo meant Uzui has seen it all, but he has never seen someone as out of place as you. He takes you home after you pass out from drinking. Nothing happens between you but he can't stop thinking about your adorable, innocent eyes.

Word Count: 1.8k

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a/n: Been dying to write modern AU for Tengen, I feel like he would be a very cool n flashy bartender. This fic is a cocktail of crack, fluff, smut, angst and romance, don’t say I didn’t warn you. The focus is on Tengen's POV, enjoy!

tagging: @novaresque (scroll down for the smut you whore), @awaruna2

comment/msg/ask to join the tengen fucker tag list 💖

(Tengen's thoughts are in italics)

9:00pm

Another Saturday night. As usual, Bar Wisteria was packed with loud 20-somethings abuzz with chatter. Tengen didn't really care for these patrons, the kind who couldn't even tell the difference between vodka and nail polish remover. He did however, enjoy performing various flashy tricks with the bottles and lighting towers of flaming shots. He was humming to himself and clearing the bar of discarded glasses when you walked in.

For once, your quiet presence made you stand out. Your shy demeanour meant you were virtually invisible to the other bar-goers. Being a new face in this well-worn establishment, Tengen noticed you immediately.

Fuchsia eyes quickly scanned your appearance as he took notice of your outfit. A sensible leather jacket, simple jewellery, a little makeup and a flowy dress that had sunflowers on it.

You look like you're in the wrong place sweetheart.

To be honest, you looked more like you should be on a date in Disneyland rather than at a cramped and dimly-lit bar. You didn't seem to be waiting for anyone, instead looking nervously at the sticky floor and clutching to your phone like a lifeline.

"First time?" Tengen asked, wiping the counter clean in one smooth motion.

"M-me?" You said.

"Yes you. What can I do for you?" He replied.

"I would like a drink."

Yeah no shit.

Tengen decided to keep that to himself lest you break out in tears.

"What kind of drink do you want?" He calmly asked.

"I'm not sure..." You said.

"Would you...like a recommendation?"

My patience tonight is outstanding. Good job Tengen.

"Yes please." You mustered up a wry smile and looked up at him. It was only then Tengen notices the streaks of dried tears on your supple cheeks.

"You like sweet drinks?" He asked, feeling a little guilty now.

"I think so? I don't really know what I like. " You replied.

"Hm ok, let's do you a strawberry margarita."

"Sounds good." You nodded. To be honest you weren't really sure what was in a margarita but you think you've heard of them on the TV shows you watch.

"Virgin?" Tengen asked.

"W-what?" You jolted up, face flushing red.

"Virgin. Meaning no alcohol. Did you want it with or without tequila?" Tengen asked.

"Oh sorry. Yes I'd like alcohol in my drink please, that's the whole point of drinking after all.." You laughed awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed.

Tengen ran a lime wedge around the rim of a tall legged glass, the citrus seeping into a cut he didn't know he had. He then rolled it into the salt mixture and set it aside.

You seemed to be staring at the glowing screen of your phone, refreshing the same page with no new notifications.

Tengen tossed the frozen strawberries, tequila, orange liqueur, and lime juice to a blender. As the drink whirred in the machine, he looked at you a little more carefully. Aside from the residue tear streaks on your cheeks, and the obvious tiredness in your expression, you were quite cute, not really his type though.

Not that it mattered.

He poured the ruby red blend into the glasses and garnished it with a strawberry.

"One strawberry margarita for the lady." Tengen placed it on the countertop and slid it towards you.

"Oh wow! It's so pretty! Thank you." You smiled at him, a dimple forming on one cheek.

Cute.

"Blehhh! vath thith thtuff on the wim?" You said, tongue sticking out and face scrunched up.

"Salt." Tengen replied, deadpan.

"Why would you put salt on a drink?" You had finished wiping the salt from your mouth and was busily picking the rest off the rim.

"Hahh? Are you seriously telling me you ordered a margarita without knowing it comes with salt on the rim?" The bartender couldn't believe how utterly clueless you were about one of the most well-known drinks.

"I-I don't know, I've seen people in sitcoms order it and I thought it was sugar or something." You said, face flushed as red as your drink.

Tengen mentally facepalmed.

"What brings you here?" He asked, an attempt to change the topic before he got more frustrated. "No offence but you don't seem like the bar type."

"I had a date, but he stood me up." You said, a sad smile on your face. "It's ok, I'm used to it. Plus he was kinda creepy anyway."

Tengen didn't know why he wanted to punch this guy in the face. You were such a cute little thing, so innocent-looking. His protective instincts kicked in, but then quickly chided himself for thinking such a ridiculous thing about a girl who was no more than a total stranger.

10:00 pm--

You and Tengen talked through the night. He got to know you were into the same music as him, how you were at the end of a long college degree, and that this was your third failed date.

You two talked a lot, given you didn't have anyone else to chat with at the bar. Tengen watched the sadness in your expression gradually disappear. Your eyes sparkled each time you laughed, and he cracked a smile or two as well. You asked him how he became a bartender, and if drink choices really do say a lot about a person.

Customers generally weren't interested in knowing more about Tengen, but you were a good listener.

You'd had a couple more margaritas, without the salt this time, before Tengen decided to cut you off as you were unsurprisingly a total light weight.

"Oi Uzui! Birthday girl on table 7 wants a Flaming Tower." Sanemi yelled at Tengen.

"Yeah coming right up." Tengen replied, a little annoyed at the interruption.

Guess I'm still on the job.

With practised ease, he poured the 24 shots consisting of vodka, tequila and bourbon and placed them on a tray on the countertop.

Shit where's the lighter?

Tengen crouched down to look under the alcohol pumps, but he couldn't find the lighter in it's usual place.

Fuck it must be in the back.

"Oi Uzui! where the fuck are the shots? They're getting on my ass." Sanemi hollered, impatient.

"They're fucking coming, so keep 'em busy won't ya?!" Tengen yelled back. He ran to the storage room behind the toilets, where he found the lighter on a beer crate near the back door.

Gyutaro was probably using it to light his cigs again.

Tengen rushed back to the front. To his absolute horror, you were nearly done slamming back the 24 shots.

"Y/N what the fuck are you doing?" He tried his best not to yell but he was visibly angry.

"Mmnh relaaaax Uzuiii-sannn you are like...sooo loud right now." You smiled lazily and poked his cheek. “Lighten up would ya?” You giggled like a mad woman as he proceeded to lecture you.

"Those were not for you, oh my actual god I was gone for a SECOND and you couldn’t just stay put?" Tengen grabs your wrists and practically drags you to the corner of the room, propping you up on the bar's battered old couch.

"Stay here and sober up, don't drink anymore got it?" Tengen sighed loudly, tightening his ponytail before running back to the bar.

Tengen rushed to repour the shots you drank. He haphazardly stacked them up into a tower and called for Sanemi to serve it up.

"Final-fucking-ly." Sanemi said when he came to the bar counter.

"It's here now isn't it?" Tengen shot back.

It’s gonna be a long night.

Sunday 2:00 am ---

"Oi wake up!" Tengen gently shook you as you slept soundly on the dirty couch, a thin line of drool dangling above your shoulder. Needless to say, this was not your most flattering moment.

It was closing time at the bar and after the flaming shots fiasco, Tengen had completely forgotten about the girl he left on the couch.

Ah shit, she’s so wasted. I can't let her go home like this. And it's too late to call a taxi…

After some quick deliberation in his sleepy mind, Tengen decided to take you home with him. It was his fault for not looking after a customer, letting you get too drunk for your own good.

He did manage to wake you up, but you were in no state to walk safely or answer his questions about where you lived. So he supported your drunken frame and all but lugged you into the backseat of his car.

Sunday 3:00 am ---

Finally time for some goddamn sleep.

Tengen thought as he laid on the futon in his living room while you snored away in his bedroom upstairs.

When he closed his eyes, he wasn’t met by blissful nothingness. Instead, images of your pretty eyes, your cute dimple and your strawberry-stained lips flooded his mind. The way you said his name, even if it was only his last name, was goddamn adorable. Tengen's eyes snapped open.

What the actual fuck?

The silver-haired man didn't understand why he was thinking these things about you. He barely knew you, and no offence but you weren’t even that hot. Like a 7.5 at best.

He decided it was just because it's too fucking late, and every damn part of him was exhausted.

Tengen glared at the bulge in his underwear, his semi-hard cock beckoning him to touch it.

Well I guess not every part of him.

It's ok right? It's not like she'll find out I'm doing this. Unless she comes down stairs and see me touching myself. I wonder how she’d react…

Ugh what am I even thinking? This is gross, and I'm gross. But it’s not gonna go away on it's own...Fuck.

Defeated, Tengen started palming himself through the cotton of his underwear. Closing his eyes again he let his imagination conjure up your timid yet cute expression.

He groaned as he languidly stroked his cock, imagining it was your small hands instead of his wrapping around his shaft. Those cherry-red lips of yours would be so cute pursed around his tip, your pink tongue lapping up his milky precum. Tengen thought about how adorable you would be with your round cheeks full of his cock, how he wanted to press his thumb and forefinger into your dimples and squeeze as he filled your little mouth with his thick cum.

His cock was rock hard by now, it's been a while since he'd gotten this worked up while touching himself and he wasn’t about to stop.

He thought about the pretty sunflower dress you wore, as he imagined bending you over the bar counter, the fabric bunched up to your hips. He wanted to tease his erection against your dripping cunt.

God I bet she‘d beg so sweetly,

He wanted to fuck you until you were a babbling mess, your angelic voice hoarse from screaming his name. He wanted to stretch you with how big he was, so you'd be ruined for any other man in the future.

A couple more hurried strokes and Tengen felt himself near the edge. He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud moan he let out as he came. His stomach messy with his own sticky seed as he laid there in the dark, panting hard.

Oh what is wrong with me?

Sunday 2:00 pm ---

Another morning, or should I say afternoon?

Tengen's eyes fluttered open as the afternoon sun shone through the living room window.

Wait why am I sleeping on the futon?

Tengen shot up as he remembered the girl he took home from the bar last night. He threw on some track pants before scurrying upstairs to see his bed was empty.

Was it a dream or something?

No it couldn't have been.

Tengen recalled you drinking all the shots, taking you home with him, tucking you into his bed, and... jerking off to those inappropriate thoughts of you. He felt guilty for the last one, but pushed it aside for now.

He then noticed a small note on the coffee table, the handwriting was hurried but neat. It read:

Dear Uzui-san,

I'm so so sorry about last night, I shouldn't have drank so much and made myself a burden to you. I wanted to apologise in person but I have to go to work now and I don't want to wake you.

Here's my number. Please text me so I can pay you for the shots.

Y/N

Tengen rubbed his temples, unsure what to do with this little piece of paper. He was about to scrunch it up and toss it in the trash, but for whatever reason, he didn’t.

Ugh guess I better have some breakfast before I make any more dumb decisions.

With that, the little piece of paper was tucked away in his pocket.

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house-of-slayterr · 3 years ago

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Breaking In That New Town Feel

Tags: @vechkinfan Since you wanted a part two, I’m so glad you love how I write your character. She’s low key becoming my favorite “Lost Boy” 🥺🥰❤️

Mal’s POV:

The walk back to the video store was tense. I could feel eyes on me from somewhere in the crowd but I couldn’t pinpoint it. So I picked up my pace, practically slamming the shop door shut on my way in. I leaned against the window as I caught my breath. But this time I was certain there were eyes on me. Max.

“Sorry.” I breathed out in a huff.

“You alright?“ his voice held almost genuine concern, could have fooled me if I were anyone else.

“Yeah, made the mistake of running back” I lied.

And my answer was quick to shut him up. He never even moved from behind the counter. I slowly pushed myself off the window and sauntered over to the front desk. I leaned against it, my head in my hands.

“Sell anything good tonight?”

He raised a brow at my question.

“Not many people stopped by. The weekends tomorrow, won’t get much business back until Sunday night. Everyone will be out on the boardwalk.”

I nodded my head.

“Did ya eat?”

Again, he looked confused. I don’t know why I was asking so many questions either. It was like I couldn’t stop them from coming out of my mouth. I just didn’t want to be alone right now I guess. I must have zoned out because I was brought back when I heard the old man chuckle.

“You’re strange, you know that right?” He laughed.

“Sue me.” I shrugged.

“Where Charlie?”

“Ran into some boys on the board walk, didn’t want to cramp her style.”

I almost didn’t notice the distaste in his look. But it was there, hidden behind his bullshit “business man” disguise.

“Not interested in boys?” He asked.

It came out more as an accusation.

“More like they aren’t interested in me.” I brushed it off, turning out to the store and leaning my elbows against the counter. “Boys are gross creatures anyways.”

A snort left his mouth. “Couldn’t have said it better myself kid.”

My head turned to the left as the door chime rang and someone came in. It was an older woman but she was quite pretty. She had short hair that suited her well, made her look youthful. Her eyes were soft and her smile was even softer. ‘She must be a mother’ I thought. Something about her demeanour screamed “I have kids”

“Wish she were my mom” I muttered under my breath.

I turned back to max and quickly noticed him staring after her. I didn’t miss the look in his eyes, it was unmistakable. Her looked at her with unadulterated lust, but not the perverted the kind. The kind that made your heart beat fast, and your face heat up. The kind that made you brain short circuit and make you say stupid things. A small smile grew on my face, and the old man seemed to break out of his trance. I smiled up at him.

“What?” He asked, kinda creeped out.

“Go talk to her.” I whisper shouted.

“What?!”

“I know you heard me. Go on, I’m sure she doesn’t bite. Unless you’re into that.” I added, hoping he wouldn’t find my joke too distasteful.

Much to my dismay he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious. Go, if anyone else comes in I’ll cover counter. Can’t be that hard right?”

I gave him my most convincing grin and I could see his mask crack a little. He let out a huff and looked down at me.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time, live a little!” I called after her.

He shot a glare back my way, but I just gave him a goofy thumbs up. I made my way behind the counter and took inventory of the set up. I’d worked at a gas station before this, so it couldn’t be too difficult to figure out. I watched as he followed the woman into an isle, trying to guess what they would talk about. I saw her face light up when she looked at him, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Why was this so wholesome?

The door chimed and two younger boys walked in. I have to say, they were dressed quite weird, though I suppose they would think the same about me. I just couldn’t get behind the bandana craze. They quickly sauntered over to the horror section which peaked my interest. We’re they even old enough?

I waited patiently for them to come up to the counter. As they approached I heard the shorter one mumble “Did Max hire someone new?”

“What can I do for y’a?” I greeted them with a grin.

“Uh, just this.” The one wearing the bandanna said.

I took the movie from them and squinted at the cover.

“An American Werewolf in London? Solid choice!” I said. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you boys watch this. How old even are you?”

“Old Enough!” One of them said defensively.

I sighed. I really didn’t want to get in trouble with Max, considering I didn’t even technically work here. And I didn’t want to risk this looking bad for Charlie, I’d never hear the end of it.

“Look, I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll check it out under my name, but you two have to come back and tell me what you think of it. I’m talking full essay analysis, I wanna hear your thoughts.”

The pair looked between each other, almost as if to ask “are they for real?”

“Umm, sure.” Bandana offered.

“Great. I’m Maverick by the way.”

I started tying things into the old computer and getting their purchase squared away.

“Edgar, this is my brother Alan” he introduced.

“Where Poe?” I joked.

But they simply starred up at me like I’d grown a second head.

“You’ll understand that joke when you’re older. It wasn’t very good anyways.” I offered awkwardly. I handed them back the tape. “Now go, get out of here before Maxie sees what you’re holding. He’ll have my head if he finds out I sold this to minors.”

The brothers shared another knowing look. And I raised my brow at them.

“Thanks.” Alan said awkwardly, pulling his brother to the front of the store.

As they left, Max seemed to be done with his conversation, heading back to the counter.

“What did those two want? We’re they bothering you?” He asked.

I gave him a weird look.

“Them? They were harmless. Just wanted a suggestion for a good movie, they paid and I sent them on their way back home. Kinda late for kids their age to be out, y’a know?”

He gave me a nod, but I continued to stare up at him.

“What?”

“We’ll aren’t you gonna tell me how it went, did you get her name? What’s she like?”

He groaned once more, seemingly annoyed by my endless questions. But what can I say, he was a fun man to annoy.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

I pointed to the cash register with north palms open, in an overly dramatic manor.

“You don’t work here.” He said flatly.

“But I could though.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh come on Maxie, what’s the worst that could happen? Gives you more time to go hang out with Cutie over there.”

“Firstly, don’t call her that. Secondly, it’s Max, not Maxie… and thirdly, fine. Trial week, but only because Charlie’s your friend.”

I fist pumped the air, letting out a small “yes” of victory.

“You certainly won’t regret it.”

“I better not.” He mumbled.

“Now go, ask her out on a date or something before she leaves. What’s there like two hours before you close? I’ve got every thing covered here. Go get your woman!”

“She not my- her name is Lucy.”

I smiled, having pulled the information from him.

“Miss Lucy!” I called out, getting her attention.

She looked startled, jumping slightly, but came over nonetheless. Max gave me a warning look, not sure what I was up to. But from the looks of it, he didn’t like it at all. As she reached the corner I gave her a warm smile.

“Max here hasn’t had any time for dinner tonight, he was wondering if you’d like to join him for some?”

I grinned wickedly up at him as he glared into the side of my head. Almost as if it would explode if her looked hard enough. I saw a blush creep onto her cheeks, and her hand reached up to cover her smile. It was honestly adorable, I could squeal.

“Umm, if it’s no inconvenience, I’m sure my boys already ate on their own.” She said to him.

“Of course it wouldn’t be.”

He shot me one last side glare before turning his attention back to her.

“You like Italian?”

“Love it!”

I shoed them out of the store, much to his annoyance. But he’d be thanking me later, Lucy was amazing, I could just tell. As I ushered them out the door I called after them.

“You two kids have fun now!”

I waved at them as Lucy blushed once more, laughing slightly. I quickly closed the door to the store and manned my station behind the counter. Drifting off into my thoughts as no one else came in for the night. That was until the door chimed one last time.

“Mal, what are you doing back there? You better not be trying to steal something! Where’s Max?”

Charlie crossed her arms over her chest in a motherly way. I rolled my eyes.

“Lost your Entourage I see?”

She rolled her eyes at me, flipping me off.

“Seriously, get out from behind there. Max won’t be-“

“We’ll he gave me the job so.”

“He what?”

“Yeah, I told him I’d be staying in town for a while and wanted some extra cash. Figured you wouldn’t mind, we could work a few shifts together during the day, then you can go hang out with those… boys- after work.”

She sighed heavily, approaching the counter and leaning on it exactly how I had earlier.

“You really don’t like them do you?”

“Not in the slightest. But I’m never gonna tell you who you can and can’t hand out with Char. I can’t hog you all to myself, that would be selfish.”

I ruffled her hair and she swatted at my hands.

“Thanks mom!” She joked.

“Common let’s go watch Sleepaway Camp!” I said, locking the door and shutting off the light. I’m sure Max had his key on him.

We made our way up the stairs and I cut in front of Charlie, reaching below the mat for the key. She glanced up at me with that stupid look on her face.

“What?”

“How did you know-“

“Where you hide your key? Because you’re basic and you have zero survival skills.”

She plucked the key from my hands and unlocked her door while glaring at me.

“I’m surprised you can open your door without looking at it.”

A very justified punch was thrown at my shoulder. I grab it in fake hurt.

“911, yes, I’ve been hit by an ant. The blow was devastating. I don’t think I can recover!”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” She exclaimed.

“Death by midget, hot!”

“Did Paul like piss in your cereal this morning, cause you’re acting exactly like him.” She muttered.

I stopped in my tracks, quickly halting my lineup of playful insults. She looked back at me as I shuttered.

“Please, never compare me to that cretin again.”

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad.”

“He was practically drooling over you. He’s disgusting.”

“Hey! Sometimes it’s nice to have men drooling over you.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I just don’t trust them is all.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Pop in the movie, I’ll get us blankies and some jiffy pop!”

“Don’t answer the phone while you’re alone in the kitchen, might get question about the horror that is your taste in movies.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, before flipping me off. I chuckled as I watched her disappear down the hall into her room. I suppose sleeping on the couch for a while won’t be so bad. The place was actually quite nice, I was surprised Max just gave it to her. Maybe he was sweeter than her let on. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow when I could question him about his hot date.

I leaned into Charlie’s side as we fell asleep watching the movie. She would squeeze my arm anytime a scene got suspenseful and it made my heart melt.

I groaned as the sun shown through the window, directly onto my face. Why the hell didn’t I shut the curtain. I frowned when I noticed Charlie wasn’t snuggled up to me anymore. She’d always been an early riser.

“We’ll good morning sleepy head.” She smirked, handing me a steaming cup of coffee.

I practically gulped the whole thing in one sip as I heard Char give up on her half assed attempt of a warning.

“Carful it’s… hot.” She said defeated.

I shrugged, holding out my cup for her to fill it up with more.

“You know sometimes you terrify me right?”

“Wouldn’t be doing my job as your bestie if I didn’t.”

She sighed heavily.

“One more and only one energy drink today or I swear to god-“

“Yes mom, I’ll behave myself.” I joked.

“I’m serious, one of these days you’re hearts gonna stop and then I’m gonna kill you.”

“What, you gonna become a necromancer just to bring me back so I can die again?”

“A necro-what now?”

“You know sometimes I wonder how we became friends.”

She rolled her eyes, adding cream and sugar to her own coffee.

“Because you love me.”

“Can’t argue with that. What’s on the schedule today. You know, other than work.”

“I think my shifts only till 7, but Max has you going easy on your first day and you get off at 5. So you wanna be In charge of grabbing din and then we can walk around when I get off?“

“You’re trusting me with dinner?”

She shrugged, scrunching her face in disgust when her coffee wasn’t sweet enough for her.

“Want a little coffee with the sugar, Sugar?”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

We made our way downstairs to the shop. It was kinda nice, the way the shop windows diffused the sunlight. It gave the shop a sort of hazy vibe, and it made working here more bearable. I walked over to the open sign and flipped the switch, But I paused for a moment, basking in the light that showed through the window. I heard a small laugh from behind me.

"I swear Mal, you're just like a cat."

"What, the sunlight feels nice. You look like you need a little."

"You're one to talk." she motioned to my makeup.

"Hey, I stay this pale cause I like it, you however are a hermit. It's not a good look on you sweetie."

Just as I was about to unlock the door, it opened. I jumped back startled.

"Christ dans le feu de l'enfer! Max you sacred me!" I exclaimed.

The tall man chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest.

"You know most people don't just stand in front of doorways Mx. Maverick."

"Leave her alone Max, she doesnt get much sunlight."

"Seems like the two of you have more in common than I thought."

I made my way through the aisle and took inventory of the shelves. Familiarising myself with the product so I could help to make better suggestions. I popped my head over one of the shelves holding up a movie.

"What?"

"Somebody stole Slumber Party Masecure. I mean at least they have good taste."

Max frowned from his spot behind the counter.

"Probably those Frog kids who were in here last night."

I raised my brow.

"Frog?"

"Edgar and Allen Frog. I should honestly ban them from the store at this point."

"Those boys are harmless Maxie, besides they're coming back to return the video they rented last night. I'll ask 'em about it. We'll get your videotape back."

I set the empty husk on the counter, and leaned over it, suggestively willing my drawn-on eyebrows at max.

"No." He said flatly.

Charlie gave us a weird look.

"Am I missing something here?" She questioned, with a slight laugh.

"Just that our dear Max here went on a date with a babe last night and is withholding all the juicy details."

She psychically faces palmed, slamming her head down onto the counter with a groan.

"Why are you like this?"

"I blame my daddy issues. Now come on Max, you can't leave me hanging."

"I very much can. This is appropriate boss, employee conversation."

I groaned, mimicking Charlie, now we both stood there with our heads in our hands on the countertop.

"You two are insufferable." Max sighed.

"Come on, just one little crumb of detail and I'll leave you alone. Scouts honour."

"You were a girl scout?"

"You seem shocked Maxie, doesnt this face scream I sell cookies better than you?"

I batted my eyelashes up at the man who rolled his eyes back at me.

"Fine. Lucy and I had a nice time, we talked about her children and where she used to live before she moved here. Boring adult stuff."

I melted back into the counter dramatically. "Awwwwe!"

"Now get back to work, this is your trial week remember."

"Yes Sir!"

The rest of the shift went by smoothly, Charlie took her lunch right before I was meant to head out for the day. That's when the Frog brothers finally came in.

"Hello, boys." I greeted, suspicion asked in my tone.

"Here's the movie," Edgar said.

I scanned the movie in, glaring down t the two.

"Another movie went missing from this section yesterday you boys wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

They looked between each other before looking back at me.

"We may have seen someone else in that section yesterday..." Alan admitted.

"Does this someone have a name?"

Edgar looked at his brother for confirmation before continuing They leaned in over the counter, talking in a hushed tone.

"They might, but they're a dangerous person. You shouldn't confront them alone." Edgar concluded.

I let out a little chortle.

"I can handle a bit of danger boys, but what I can't handle is losing this job."

"We mean serious danger, man. Cataclysmic." Alan finished.

I leaned forward more, meeting their gaze.

"Tell me who it is, I'll rough 'em up a bit." I grinned.

"Did you know there are vampires in this town?" Edgar changed the subject.

This piqued my interest. I loved a good ghost story.

"Are we talking Dracula or Nosferatu?"

"A mix of both," Alan admitted.

"Hmmm, and a vampire stole my boss's movie?"

The boys nodded.

"Guess I should start carrying holy water around shouldn't I?" I joked.

"We're being serious."

"Oh, I believe you, I'm just not scared of the same lame vampire who steals movies instead of paying."

Max came out of his office at that moment. The boys stiffened at his presence. Edgar pulled me down by my collar and whispered a warning in my ear.

"He's one of them."

He quickly let go, backing away from the counter and dragging his brother towards the exit. Max was quick to cut them off, blocking their way out. The boys looked up at him, it was kinda sad, they seemed actually sacred. But Max was just a big old teddy bear, he would hurt these children. I watched as Alan gulped, backing away.

"Relax Maxie, they didn't steal anything." I sighed.

I hopped over the counter and made my way over to the group.

"You wouldn't steal anything, right boys?"

"N-no." "See, it's settled, it wasn't them."

I placed a hand on Max's shoulder, which was a difficult feat considering our height differences.

"These arent our hooligans. These boys are upstanding citizens." I gave Alan a wink and he seemed to calm down a little.

"That's right sir." Edgar basically pleaded with Max.

Max stepped to the side, watching as the boys scrambled to get out the door. I watched as they disappeared around the corner, shaking my head at them. I remembered what it was like to be their age, believing in fantasies.

"Isn't your shift about to end?" Max finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, but Char isn't back yet." I hummed.

He nodded up the stairs, dismissing me.

"You sure? Cause I can-" "What is it with you kids not wanting to leave work? I'll be in the rest of the night, I'll tell Charlie she's off too when she gets in. Go have fun, what was it you said to me? Live a little." He grinned at me.

I had to admit, I kinda understood why the boys were intimidated by him earlier. There was something about his grin hat that was off. I shuddered slightly but went up the stairs to change anyways. I had toned down my look a little for work, but now that I was fully awake, I could do a better job.

I walked outside, smiling as I watched the sky. The sun was setting, and the colours were mesmerising. My outfit certainly made me look out of place, but I didn't care. I felt pretty. I spotted a familiar bandana-clad boy from across the way and made my way over.

"Boo!" I said, causing the three boys to jump.

The one in the middle looked the most startled, looking up at me with wide eyes. I struggled to bite back my laughter, not wanting to be a total prick.

"Video store gir-boy?" Edgar asked.

"Dude is fine little man, and yeah it's me." I turned to the new guy. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Mal."

"S-Sam."

"Awww, little mans got a stutter." I teased. "I'm joking kid, I promise I'm not scary. I just dress this way to scare off all the boys. Did you know once they hit puberty they all have cooties?"

"Cooties?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, there little bugs that eat your insides. They start with your heart and then move to your brain. Leaving you a brainless zombie whos hopelessly in love with whoever infected you."

The boys looked at me horrified. I knew Eddie and Alan would, believe me, they still believe in vampires for fucks sake.

''I don't want that." Sam declared.

"Only one way to stop the cooties boys." I started.

"What?" The brothers demanded in sync.

"Friendship bracelets!'

"What?" They all asked confused.

"Ummm yeah. Cootie bugs cant disrespect the power of friendship bracelets. They can't think you're in love with someone if you're just friends right?"

"I guess that makes sense," Sam admitted.

"It's a good thing I just so happen to carry some with me then isn't it?"

I reached into my bag, pulling out the various bracelets I had made in the past month. It was something I did in my past time, an activity I could completely zone out to. It took all the stress of the day with it. I let the boys choose which ones they wanted, and tied them on each of their wrists.

"There, all safe." I declared.

They looked down at their wrists with relieved looks on their faces.

"You wnna know the best part?" I asked.

They waited for me to continue.

"You can soak 'em in holy water, keep those pesky bloodsuckers away."

I winked at them before walking away. I knew Charlie would call after Max let her go and she showered. She hated going out after work, but I knew she’d want food. As I wandered my way around the boardwalk, I slid through crowds. Despite my appearance I tired my best go unnoticed. Suddenly I heard shouting behind me.

I was about to turn when an arm hooked around me and suddenly I was launched forward. Curly blonde hair crowded my vision as we ran from one of the security guards. Marko. But despite my annoyance for this kid, I was now caught up in his little display. I didn’t want to get reamed out by security guard, so I decided to help him out. I flip this hold on me, by grabbing onto his wrist and making sure I was in front now.

We slipped in and out of people, ducking under arms and squeezing between carts littering the side walk. I pulled him into and ally way and ran up to the garbage bin on the side. I hopped onto it and looked back at him. I extended my hand, but he just starred up at me with that dumb look on his face.

“Well come on asshole, we don’t have all day.” I hissed.

He grabbed my hand and I pulled him up, before preparing to hoist him up onto the side of the building. Once he was up, he leaned over the side to pull me up. I stopped to catch my breath once we ducked down under the edge of the roof. We watched as the security guard entered the alleyway and looked around, before leaving disgruntled.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that babe?” Marko asked.

I glared at his use of the pet name.

“Same place I learned how to break your fucking knee caps if you call me that again.”

He chuckled.

“So you’re always like this? Didn’t just catch you in a mood the other day?”

“If by this, you mean someone who doesn’t put up with teenage bastard bullshit, then yes. Where do you think Charlie got most of her standoffish nature from?”

I pushed myself up, brushing some gravel off my knees, before realised my left one was scraped. I carefully picked a rather large hunk of rock out of the wound.

“Damn it, look what you did Marko.”

But the boy was already looking at me. His eyes were dark and focused in on my wound. I waved my hand in front of his face as he zoned out.

“Marko? Marko!” I yelled, trying to snap him out of it.

I took a deep breath and wretched my arm back, slapping him across the face as hard as I could. I wasn’t about to hold back, he deserved it anyways.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for?”

“You were starring idiot!”

He looked away suddenly.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

I rolled my eyes, putting my hand on his shoulder to turn him back around. I gently placed my hand on his cheek, seeing the red mark face.

“Sorry I hit you so hard.” I apologised.

“It’s fine. You hit like a pro boxer though.” He joked.

“And don’t forget that!“ I smirked. “So what, are you weirded out by blood or something? Charlie zoned out like that sometimes too, when she’s uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

I chuckled, reaching into my bag and pulling out a bandaid before slapping it back on.

“There, all better!”

He rolled his eyes.

“What else you got in that bag of yours?”

“Why do you wanna know?” I raised my brow.

“Got any contraband?”

I scoffed.

“No… but I do have money.” I smirked.

Before I could say anything, Marko swept me up in a bridal hold and jumped down from the roof. I pinched my eyes shut, and let out a breath when we finally landed.

“C’est quoi ton problème, psychopathe!” I hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re saying babe, but it sounds hot.” He purred.

“Put me down you cunt!”

I should have been more carful, cause he dropped me on my ass. I glared up at him, ignoring the hand he held out to lift me up. He probably couldn’t even have done it with how hard he was laughing.

“Do you want some weed or not jackass, cause I’ll only buy you some if you behave.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die!” He said.

I motioned for him to lead the way. After meeting with a very blazed out looking dude, I mean come on, ever heard of not snapping the product. We made our way back onto the boardwalk. I leaned against Marko’s bike as I watched him roll the blunts. I had to admit, his bike was quite beautiful.

I reached into my bag and pulled out some dried rose petals and vervain. I held out my hand for him to pass me some paper.

“What? I can roll my own slif fuck you very much!”

“You get hotter every second?”

“And you continue to decline in mental capacity” I tapped his cheek playfully.

Charlie and the tall brunette approached us. I would have expected her to call, but I guess she didn’t have time.

“What’s that?” Marko asked as he watched me carefully.

“Just some herbs dude, nothing fancy.”

“Are you kidding me, that’s like, extra fancy! It’s like a girl blunt or something!”

“A girl blunt?” Charlie pipped in, finally reaching us.

“Marko here has never heard of mixing your herbs. He’s been smoking some boring ass shit.” I joked.

“I see you’re already corrupting my friend Marko.”

Dwayne laughed from beside her, leaning over the edge of the bike to watch me work as well. What was it with these boys and starring.

“Where’s tweedle Dee and tweedle dumb?” I asked Dwayne.

He gave me a baffled look before smirking.

“Well Tweedle dumb is on food duty, and David is-“

“Right behind you.” David finished.

I shot him a look over my shoulder. He seemed to look over my outfit, as if to say he approved. I locked as with him as I licked the edge of my paper, rolling my blunt.

“Took you long enough.”

“Wasn’t aware you were waiting for me Sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t. But Charlie is hanging out with you lot tonight, so it seems I’m stuck with you just as much as you’re stuck with me.”

I slid the joint into my bra.

“You’re bleeding.” He said, flatly.

“Yeah, blame blondie locks over here for that one!”

Charlie looked at me concerned but I brushed her off.

“You should of seen them David, they saved me from the security guard. It was awesome.” He held up his hand for a high five.

I rolled my eyes, giving him one anyways. Paul appeared in the distance carrying a bag of food. I had to admit I was starving, and I wouldn’t say no to free food. I watched as Dwayne got onto his bike, helping Charlie climb onto the back.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” David smirked.

“Oh hey, Scary babe is joining us tonight? Sick!” Paul cheered.

I bit back a laugh at his choice of adjectives. I wasn’t that scary.

“Who you want to ride with sweetheart?” David asked.

Paul gave me a Hopeful look but I shut him down.

“You’ve got food to carry lover boy!”

I looked between Marko and David. I’d already been forced to be in close proximity to this boy more times than I wanted to today. And I scraped my knee because of him. But David, there was something off about him. Something dark, something that couldn’t be trusted. But I bit back my pride and chose the better of the two options. I walked over to David’s bike and hopped on the back.

“Hold on tight.” He mused, looking over his shoulder.

The ride through town was a whirlwind. I swear these boys didn’t even know what caution was. How Charlie was still alive before I got here was beyond me. But it was easy to zone them out as I watched the scenery zip by. The sky was almost fully black now, and I was hypnotised by the moon.

David offered me a hand as we came to a stop, but I pushed it away and hopped down myself. I straightened out my hair, and walked over to Charlie to help her off Dwayne’s bike. She giggled slightly when I did a little bow after lifting her off the bike.

“My queen.” I said.

“Thank you kind jester.” She joked back.

The boys watched us with curiosity. I finally took a moment to asses our surroundings. If I didn’t know any better I’d say this is where all those tourists went messing. Who brings someone to a cave for a smoke sesh.

“Welcome to our home!” Paul said.

I raised a brow at the misfit.

“You guys live here? Sick.” I admitted.

I mean it was a weird place to hang out, but if they actually lived here, who was I to question them. It was none of my business.

“After you.” Marko said.

“Yeah no, I don’t entrer dark desolate caves first. Kind of a horror movie red flag. Charlie?”

“It’s true, they also don’t ever look in a mirror when it’s dark, go in the woods past midnight alone or with friends, or fallow someone into a dark alley.

“We were in a dark ally earlier.” Marko said.

“Yeah, but I lead you into the alley you dork.”

“Touché.”

I pushed him forward into the entrance of the cave, fallowing shortly after him. Charlie clung to Dwayne and I had to admit out of everyone here he was growing one me. He seemed to have her well-being at heart. Marko grabbed my waist and lifted me over a small puddle. I yelped in surprise.

“A little warning next time dude.”

He just laughed, ruffling my hair. I glared after him. I looked around when we came to a stop. You could definitely tell four boys lived here. But it was cool, I kinda liked the vibe. I took a seat on the couch, and Charlie plopped herself down between my thighs. I smiled down at her, absentmindedly playing with her hair. Paul handed out some food.

“Hope you like Chow Mein.” He said.

“Thanks.”

I ate in silence as I listened to the conversations between the boys and Charlie. She really did seem to trust them, so I guess I could ease up on my protective best friend act. I watched Marko hand off a blunt to Paul who begged David for his lighter. I chuckled, rolling my eyes. I fetched the slif from my bra and lit it, passing it to Charlie first.

“I’m not taking your boob blunt.” She laughed, swatting my hand away.

“I didn’t hear any complaints last time.”

Her face lit up, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Marko was laughing his ass off and Paul stuck his hand out to me.

“You already have one dumb ass.” He pouted.

“Fine.” I handed it off to him and his face broke into the goofiest smile I’d ever seen. "If you say anything about my titties Paul I swear to the gods I will light your ass on fire."

Dwayne's smirk grew even bigger at the banter between me and the two blonde idiots.

"But I like your titties," Marko said.

I glared at him as hard as I could muster.

"What? You said Paul couldn't say anything about them. Girl not, they look nice."

"Sucks for you that only I get to touch them then." I stuck my tongue out at him.

David sat in this dinky little wheelchair, observing the whole interaction. I almost didn't notice him sneak away to grab drinks. He held out a beer to me.

"Thanks," I said.

My hands brushed against his gloved ones for a little longer than I'd have liked them to. But I was about half a blunt in and couldn't give two shits at this point. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. The more cross faded I was the more tolerable they became. And Charlie seemed to actually let loose for once. So I'd say today was a success. Even if I was lured into a creepy murder cave.

AN: OMG this was way longer than I thought it was. I didn't realize I wrote so much. But hopefully, it was well worth the wait. I'll work on part three soon, but I have some other series to catch up on.

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