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the air that i breathe | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ "because i can make it quick, or i could make it so much worse." ´ˎ˗

synopsis: a camping trip you and ellie embark on takes a devastating turn. with you in the hands of raiders ellie's sanity is brought to her breaking point and she will stop at nohting to get you back. wordcount: 8.3k + warnings: 18+ ellie n readers headspace is very dark!! depression, panic attacks, horrible desperation, and lots of trauma responses that are vividly described. graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, reader is confined in a cell by chains, food/water deprivation, hallucinations, torture (reader by raiders, ellie to the raiders) ellie is basically santa barabra ellie but multiply it by thirty n reader is like trapped in the dark so i think that counts as claustrophobia. this fic can b very triggering so pls take the tags seriously!! different povs (ellie n reader) they are seperated for most of this fic, theres some fluff in their dreams but thats truly as soft as it gets author note: pls pls read me!! this story came to me randomly, its not a traditional fic in my eyes but i hope u guys like it nonetheless!! the name comes from the show bridgerton, one of violets lines towards her husband and i was like THAT is true love so here we are :) theres a lot of in game elements to this story on ellie's part so i hope i did that justice :)) i'm a lil nervous to post this im ngl so pls be kind and lmk if yall like it plsssss i beg of u i wanna make this a multi part fic esp w the way it ends so any feedback will be appreciated!! ily guys enjoy

ellie’s pov

– three days after the kidnapping

the first thing ellie hears is the low, familiar voices of joel and tommy. as their mumbled conversation rings through her ears, her head throbs. a groan escapes her lips, bringing her hand up weakly to rub it as if it would help. ellie opened her eyes slowly, the pain intensifying from the sun shining through the windows. her vision came to focus, looking around it was the infirmary in jackson. she was laid down in one of the beds and when her eyes landed on joel and tommy, they looked at her sympathetically.

joel took small steps toward her, barely able to make eye contact. “how ya feelin’ kiddo?” he asked, painfully sitting himself down at the end of her bed. ellie wasn’t able to read him clearly, and then she started thinking. why am i in this bed? her mind raced and it must’ve been obvious to her company because joel spoke again. “it’s gonna be okay.”

she frantically searched through her foggy mind, everything was so blurry and out of order. she thought of you. the only thing that came to the front of her mind with ease. the camping trip, she thought to herself. she saw you in her head, all bundled up in the sleeping bag and wearing ellie’s shirt. her lips began to curl at the ends before she realized you weren’t here by her bedside. she remembers leaving the tent that night, for what reason she doesn’t know, but you stayed behind, cuddled up in the sleeping bag.

thats when– your scream. it echoed in her head, taunting her. the quiet forest that surrounded the two of you amplified your terrified scream and ellie’s face grimaced at the memory. she knows she ran to you, why was i so far away from you? her brain was waking up and with it, horrible images flashed in front of her. the tent that had been cut open, the rusty old pick-up truck, the men that had you in their grasp, the last glance ellie had of you before the bud of a gun was slammed into her head. it all came flooding back in an instant.

ellie looked up at joel, tears brimming over her eyes. she spoke in a low voice, but despite the tears that fought to fall, her tone was flat. “where is she?”

joel was quick to answer, “we’ve been tracking them–”

“how long have i been out?” she boomed, trying to sit up but her brain pounded against her skull, forcing her back down in the bed. joel moved up, sitting closer to her but couldn’t find the words, his heart ached for ellie. he looked to tommy with a solemn expression, and his little brother stepped forward.

“it’s been three days, ellie,” tommy vocalized softly. “we’re doin’ all we can, i promise.”

“obviously it’s not fucking enough!” ellie shouted, pinching the bridge of her nose and shutting her eyes tight. you came to mind when she did, usually she pictures you happily; picking a flower and tucking in her hair, taking a nap on ellie’s couch with your head in her lap, posing while she drew you. you were the spitting image of innocence in her mind. but as her eyes shut now, all she could see was the absolutely heart-wrenching image of your face as you were thrown into the truck.

her eyes opened almost immediately, unable to see it even for a second longer. her cheeks became wet as the tears poured out of her, her breathing became erratic and she clutched her chest. joel was quick to comfort her but it only did so little. “we-we have to fi-find her,” ellie managed to speak through panicked breaths, feeling her chest about to burst.

the pain in her head was nothing compared to this, and it almost felt non-existent in the face of you being gone. being with them. whoever they are, whatever they want with you. they should have taken me. it should have been me. it should have been me. it should hav–

“ellie, breath–” joel cooed next to her, rubbing her back and removing her from her thoughts. “we’ll find her.”

“i’m co-coming with you,” her chest was still heaving and she felt like she’d never breathe right again. not until you were standing next to her.

tommy sighed, barely audible over ellie’s apparent panic-attack. “you’re on bed rest, kid. i’m sorry. but we will bring her back to you.”

his words felt like daggers and she was quick to respond. “if you think for one sec–”

“it’s not up for discussion, ellie.” joel interjected, his voice was soft but stern. and ellie scoffed through the tears, looking at joel harshly.

before ellie could spew a rant to him, tommy spoke, “we think they’re on the border of utah. were going tomorrow at first light and when we come back she will too. okay?”

ellie’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, and as her breathing became somewhat normal she was able to think. play it cool. “o-okay,” let them think i won’t go anywhere. “my head r-really hurts. gonna sleep for now,” she mumbled, pulling the blanket up and over her head. she laid with her back turned to them and she felt the bed move beside her. joel and tommy mumbled another string of words to each other before ellie heard the door creek open.

“rest up, kiddo. she’s gonna be okay.” joel said to her sympathetically and ellie remained quiet under her covers, plotting her escape.

she slept for another few hours. she knew she had to wait until night time anyway, there was no use in staying awake and plaguing her thoughts with what is happening to you. but as she slept her mind played horrible tricks on her, she dreamt of saving you that night. brutally slaying the men who had dared to even think about touching you, their blood stained her dreams but at the end of it you were in her arms.

when she woke up alone, her reality came crashing back down. it forced her to sit up, ignoring her head that was killing her slowly. there was no night time infirmary nurse and she knew now was her only opportunity to sneak away. the clock on the pale blue walls read one in the morning, jackson was asleep. the only people she would need to avoid were night patrols, and the guards around the armory.

she hauled herself out of bed, her feet dragging on the cold floor and she located her bag. her clothes from the camping trip were tucked inside and she quickly changed. ellie tried to picture the men’s faces, and all that came to her were figures whisking you away. she decided it was best to not think about it, but it was a lot easier said than done and she found herself shaking her head frequently to rid the images from her mind.

slipping out of the infirmary was easy, a small house on the corner of a dead end street. the streetlamps had been turned off by now, saving power and ellie easily made her way towards the armory. she approached in a crouch, hiding behind a bush in the shadows. she watched as the guards were laughing, telling stories and all around not paying attention. the armory was a larger building near the stables, the guards were circled around a makeshift booth at the front.

sneaking to the side of the building she tugged open a window and crawled inside. she loaded herself with her usual rifle that she took on patrols. taking it down from the wall she stared at it for too long, remembering the day she taught you how to shoot.

“all you have to do is point, aim and–”

“if you say point, aim and fire one more time.” you laughed at her, your attention shifting between the gun and ellie.

“i’m just trying to help you, pumpkin.”

instead of making her feel soft and warm, the memory made her go cold. she couldn’t place you, your face was a cloudy mess in her mind but your voice rang true. her eyes glossed over, hearing your laugh in her head and all she could think of what she would do to these people once she found them. in a haze she stuffed supplies in her bag, a surplus of ammo for her rifle and pistol and then some. she removed her switchblade from her bag and put it in her back pocket for easy access, throwing a trench knife into the backpack just in case.

she was almost back of out the window she came in when she realized the trip was going to be long, and she had no food in her bag whatsoever. sighing, she looked around. the left over food from the guards littered the small counter to the side of the room. sandwiches and nuts and ellie figured it would have to do and before long she was sneaking to her usual spot in the fence.

the walk to it was familiar, she had done it with you a thousand times. it was a loose panel of wood that to the unknowing eye would be a secured fence, but with a gentle tug, it gave way. ellie and you had discovered it one day, and it quickly became your get-a-way whenever one of you wanted to escape the confines of the walls. there was a small over-look just beyond the wall, about a ten minute walk from jackson. ellie had drawn you there with the landscape behind you, the picture is hanging on the wall in her garage and she cherishes it like it was gold.

she pictured you there, trying to remember how peaceful you were to her. like the calm in the storm that was her life. all she could conjure was that night so she dropped it and viciously bit her cheeks with frustration. ellie came to the broken piece of wood, taking a quick look around before pushing it and then herself through the gap. the forest beyond was still and quiet. peaceful almost. putting the board back in place, she turned and headed for the highway.

readers pov

– day of the kidnapping

the last you saw ellie she was falling to the ground as she came up to your campsite. the man who had been hiding behind the tree knocked her out with a swift blow to the head. you cried out, thrashing in the hands of the man who had lifted you from the ground. “fucking let go of me!” you shouted as your world tumbled around you, you fell into the bed of the truck with a hard smack, pain shot up your spine and you groaned, rolling over.

the man jumped up onto the back of the truck, making it wobble with his weight. you crawled backwards instinctively, your eyes darting from him and your motionless girlfriend on the ground yards away. your stomach turned as he pulled his fist back and there was nothing you could do before he brought it down heavily onto your skull and everything went black.

while unconscious, your mind brought you back to ellie’s room. her stereo playing softly as you sat on her bed, watching her read the same book she always did. her eyes scanned the pages as if she had never seen it before. she was laying on her stomach, legs dangling over the side of the bed as she flipped the pages. it was a book about the constellations in the sky and every so often she would show you a page and say it reminded her of you. “this one–” she showed you, a cheeky smile on her face as she turned the book towards you.

“that just looks like lines, els.” you chuckled at her while you examined the page. you never understood her when she spoke about space, but you liked to hear her ramble. her voice was so comforting to you and it always brought you back down to earth.

“no, no, pumpkin, look–” she pointed with her fingers on the page, outlining the stars. “its cassiopeia on her throne. d’ya see it?” her soft green eyes met yours, a hopeful look in them.

you didn’t see it, you just saw lines on a page but ellie’s enthusiasm poured through her and who were you to deny her of it. “yeah, i see it,” you lied, getting closer to get a better look hoping it will just come to you. “why do you say that?”

“dunno,” she shrugged, looking back to the page. “but it says here she was a queen, so i think that’s why.”

her words always left you feeling like the most special person, and to ellie you were. you playfully hit her with a pillow, causing a mildly loud “ow!” from her.

“you’re so fucking cheesy,” you smiled, hitting her again with the pillow. as you brought it down on her she grabbed it. ellie moved quickly and sat on her knees as she struggled to take the pillow from you. she looked down at you, back against the bed and giggling so sweetly. she was able to snatch the pillow, throwing it to the side and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you love it, shut up.” her words bounced off your face and she pulled her face down to be directly in front of yours. her eyes stared into yours and you could see just how much she loved you on full display within her green eyes. she leaned in to kiss you and as her lips brushed against yours, the world around you melted away.

you felt cold and you could swear your eyes were open but you couldn’t see anything. you felt around, the ground beneath you was solid and ragged and as you moved you heard the clanking of chains. moving your hands down your legs you sensed the frigid metal that encased your ankle, following the chain with your hands to a bolt in the wall.

the walls had the same texture as the floor and you began to panic. you recounted the last memory you had, ellie laying on the ground. the man punching you in the face. reaching up to touch your sensitive skin, a sharp pain came from your cheek and you gasped. incoherent curses came stringing out of your mouth that quickly turned to yelling. you shouted for ellie, her name bounced off of the walls around you and with every call unanswered the hope inside you diminished. the darkness was over-bearing and you were forced to picture every horrible thing these people could do to you simply just because they could. your voice, that was still begging for ellie, became hoarse. a lump settled in your throat from wailing and you felt sick to your stomach.

you knew none of this was helpful. the screaming, the wailing, but you couldn’t help it. the emotions poured out of you until there was nothing left, ellie could be dead and you were locked up god knows where. you hadn’t even begun to think of why they had taken you, your head was too jambled to think straight. and after what seemed like hours in the black void of your cell, a dim light flickered on and came peeking beneath a door you didn’t even know was there. it illuminated the room just enough to see that cement encased you behind the metal door.

with a click of a lock the door opened and the sudden light hitting your eyes made you jump, shielding your face with your hands. you heard footsteps approach you slowly but stop a few feet away. a cold hand came up to your forearm and you swung, trying to keep whoever this was away from you at all costs. but their cold hands grasped your arms, forcing you to look upon them. the dim overhead light in the next room outlined the man in front of you, you couldn’t make out a face but he was brutish, and he smelled like a campfire.

“don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” the man growled, the taunting in his voice was sinister.

you used all the energy you could to spit in his face and he recoiled, letting go of your arms to wipe his face and he took a step back. “fuck you!” you snarled, spit leaving your mouth with the anger that boiled inside of you.

he chuckled as he wiped the remaining spit from his face, “we could have killed you, ya know?” the man muttered, taking small strides towards the metal door. his hand reached for the wall, turning on an overhead light in your cell. looking around, it seemed to be a basement. you could see stairs past the door to the cement room and as you peered through the door, the man repositioned himself in front of your face.

you didn’t say anything and his head cocked to the side as he knelt in front of you. “but we didn’t, do you know why?” his tone was antagonizing and as your eyes adjusted you could make out his face, a large scar was centered by his nose as if he had been cut. you shook your head at his question, not wanting to speak. also because your throat stung from the previous screaming.

“well,” he looked to the side, using his hands on his knees to hoist himself back up to his feet and he towered over you. “i would have told you but–” he motioned to his face, still glistening from your spit. “maybe tomorrow.” his words were fast, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.

in a panic you lurched forward, arm out and you tried to stop him. your ankle tugging on the chain as you reached for him.“wait, please don’t!” came rushing out of your mouth but it was too late. the light was switched off and as the door shut behind him, you were enveloped in the darkness yet again.

— four days after the kidnapping

the black void of your cell had become never ending. after the man with the scar left, the only time anyone would open the door was to give you as little food as possible. keeping you weak and unable to fight back, but alive just enough to do whatever they had planned. if you had been told you were here for a week you would have believed it, time moves weird in the dark and you never knew what time of the day it was, if they were swerving you breakfast or dinner– you had no idea.

at first you tried to stand, to pace around and get your body moving. after a while it became too repetitive and you fell to your knees, tired and disoriented. you hadn’t moved an inch since, just laying curled up on the floor with your back to the door. the only thing that kept you occupied besides sleeping was reliving memories, playing them over and over again in your head. they were all of ellie, her freckled face and auburn hair and that stupid constellations book.

she was your every waking thought and even slipped her way into your dreams. ellie was the only thing keeping you from going completely insane in the darkness. you could picture her so clearly, but when you thought about her voice it never sounded right. you were only able to hear it in your dreams, but when you woke it slipped away like water in your hands. traceable, but not recognisable. you made it your mission to remember, a small controllable goal in a situation so far out of your hands and it provided a sense of comfort. as much as it could.

you were tracing her name over the cold ground beneath you, whispering it softly as if it was a crime when you drifted off once again. it had become routine and a sure fire way to make sure she was in your dreams, her voice and all. this time your dreams planted you in the memory of watching her favorite movie together, curled up on the couch with your head in her lap and her hands playing in your hair.

“don’t get attached to her,” ellie said casually above you, pointing to the small tv. you groaned, looking up at her and her innocent eyes met yours.

“you spoil every movie, els.” you say with a fake annoyance in your voice, playfully swatting at the hand pointing to the tv.

“i didn’t say what happens to her!” her hands go up defensively, looking down at you in her lap. her face had been speckled with sun freckles from the previous day, leaving it absolutely covered from her chin to her forehead. even her eyebrow slit had a few small dots in it, and you found it hard to be annoyed with her.

turning your attention back to the movie with an unsure mhm, your eyes left hers and for a moment there was silence. and ellie couldn’t help herself, she mumbled, “exceptshetotallygetschoppedinhalf.”

you sprung up, your head leaving her lap, positioning yourself next to her on your knees. swiftly you propelled her down and straddled her torso. dramatic gasps left her mouth and she placed her hands on your hips, looking you up and down. “you’re gonna pay for that, you know,” you said to her, cupping her face with one hand.

“i’m soooo scared, pumpkin” she teased, and as the words left her mouth it was like someone had pressed the mute button. her lips moved, and she was definitely talking but her voice was gone, like it had blown away in the wind. the nickname you cherished so deeply from her inaudible and as you realized this your eyes snapped open. the darkness was back, and ellie was gone, along with her voice.

you tried to cling on to it, but the harder you tried to remember it, the further it went in your mind. if you weren’t so dehydrated, you’d be crying and thrashing around, desperately hoping for her voice to come back to you. but instead being too weak to do anything, you pulled your legs up to your chest and laid in the silence. you didn’t know how long you had been asleep, not that it mattered anyway, but your stomach was feeling emptier than ever before so it must have been a while.

remnants of your dream flashed in your mind and your hand placed itself on your face as ellie had always done, imagining it was her. imagining her coming to save you, her holding you. every thought that consumed you was her. she can’t be dead. you repeat to yourself like your own little mantra. she isn’t dead.

time shifted again and you heard footsteps coming down the stairs beyond the door. the metal door clicked and opened as it always did, but instead of food being thrown at you in the dark, the lightswitch flicked on. your eyes nearly burst from the pain after being in the dark for so long and you covered them with your hands. “ready to talk like a civilized person?” the raspy voice spoke and you removed your hands from your face, squinting your eyes until they adjusted.

you nodded slightly and the man with the scar sighed, “good,” he crouched in front of you and you locked eyes with him, anger filling you up head to toe but you fought against it. “where’d we leave off, huh?”

“w-why you took me,” your voice was small and you realized you hadn’t actually talked in days besides muttering ellie’s name to yourself.

“right!” he exclaimed loudly, making you jump as it echoed off the walls. “you seemed valuable, at least to that girl,” as he acknowledged ellie, your face lit up and you hung on to his words. “so we figured, you’d be a good bargaining chip for food and whatnot.”

the nonchalantness in his voice made your skin crawl and your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. “and you think giving me back like this will get you what you want?” you asked, your voice slowly returning. the man looked down on you with a smug expression.

“if they want you back alive, yeah. i do. we’re gonna send a party to your town to give them our demands for you,” his finger grazed your leg and you snaked it back. the chains rattled as you did and a chuckle came from him. “we just need to know exactly what you people got.”

worry swirled around inside of you and you knew what ellie would do in this situation, so you remained as strong as you could, picturing her in your mind. “i’m not telling you anything–”

“it’s your choice,” he sighed, reaching into his back pocket. he pulled out a small knife and it was too similar to ellie’s for your liking. “just know you can change your mind at anytime.” with that, his knife pierced your skin and your screams filled the room.

ellie’s pov

— five days after the kidnapping

ellie had been traveling on foot for two days now. her head still ached with the concussion she suffered and her feet felt like they were on fire with every step. everytime she felt like stopping, a foggy image of you would cross her mind and she would keep going. she only stopped when she was practically falling over, hours after the sun had gone down.

by the second day, her legs were giving out on her. she stumbled into the underbrush to the side of the road, falling to her knees and then flat on her stomach. too exhausted to eat and sleep came easy to her. she knew it would only be an hour of sleep but she physically couldn’t go any further tonight. so she embraced sleep, knowing it would only make her nightmares surface yet again.

tonight her nightmare seemed to be a complete recollection of that night. she was in the tent with you and you rambled about a book you had borrowed from dina. ellie was rifling through her backpack, looking for the constellations book. she had promised to show you cassiopeia on her throne in the night sky, but her book wasn’t in her bag. “i fuckin’ packed it,” she said mindlessly, dumping her belongings out onto your sleeping bag.

“it’s okay, we can find it without the book.” you reassured her, a soft smile on your face as you did.

“no, there was– ugh,” she sighed, accepting defeat. you looked at her, a puzzled expression on your face that she couldn’t quite see. “i had something for you, it was in the book.”

“i’m sure whatever it was, i’ll love it when we get back just as much.” you leaned up, planting a delicate kiss on her lips. ellie’s worry washed away and placed a hand to your cheek when you pulled apart.

thats when the silent forest came to life. animals could be heard sprinting between trees, and the birds caulking as they were so rudely woken up by whatever had scared them. ellie’s head turned to the opening in the tent and you grabbed her arm, forcing her to look back to you.

she saw the usual cloudy mess instead of your face, but in her dreams it seemed to be normal. she sat up, rubbing the arm that clutched hers before she spoke. “probably just a runner, i’ll be right back.” she kissed the top of the blur and felt the grip loosen around her arm.

“be quick–” you whispered to her as she left the warm tent into the chill air. ellie looked around the campsite, not seeing anything but the noises of the animals still alarmed her, so she expanded her search.

she had wandered down to the small creek about twenty yards from you, hoping the sound of the rushing water had attracted the infected but there was none in sight and as she turned to make her way back to you, and the night you had planned, your shriek came barreling through the trees.

not hesitating for a second, ellie was running. her fists pumping at her sides like a madman, she didn’t have time to think about what could possibly be tormenting you, but when she bursted into the campsite and her eyes locked on you, thrashing in the grasp of a random man, her heart sank to her stomach. your face was no longer blurred, she could see every detail that made your face so perfect but your terrified expression haunted her and the gun coming down on her head sprung her awake.

the sun hadn’t risen yet and her surroundings were still dark. she pushed herself off the ground, not wanting to go back to sleep until you were next to her. coming from the trees that lined the highway, she kept going. the little rest she got was enough to propel her forward and while she walked her mind wandered. it wasn’t long before the sound of morning birds snapped her out of a haze and as she looked up from her feet she saw a welcome to utah sign. it was still dark, probably the very beginning of the morning and ellie noticed smoke coming from the trees just behind the sign.

not hesitating she moved closer, taking her steps slowly and lowering herself to the ground, she pushed past the trees and saw the makings of a camp. a giant fire roared in the middle of all the people sleeping around it. her eyes landed on the man to the left, furthest from the horses and a picture flashed in her mind. he laid there peacefully, but ellie recognized him as the man who had knocked her out. and suddenly her thoughts halted themselves and her feet moved for her.

knowing she could never take all of them at once, especially as exhausted as she was, ellie decided on a different plan. starting with the woman closest to the horses, she positioned herself right next to her and grabbed the knife she had placed in her pocket. ellie’s hand covered the womans mouth and her eyes opened harshly. without a second thought, she sliced the knife along the neck of the panicked woman.

the fires crackling was enough to mask the sound of her blood gurgling from the wound. the woman grasped at ellie desperately trying to save her own life but her movements soon slowed, her arms falling to her sides. removing her hand, she moved on to the next one. watching as the life drained from him as well as he struggled to alert his friends. ellie had gone glossy eyed, and if she was being honest she wasn’t in full control of her actions. her mind only had one goal, and these people stood in her way. they caused this. they deserve it.

blood spattered onto her face while she glided the switchblade across the neck of the third man, once he had stopped fighting back and his eyes were staring blankly up into the sky ellie locked her own eyes on the final man. the one who had prevented her from saving you, now that it was only him left she stomped over to him. as she approached him, her chest was heaving and blood dripped from her face.

she stood over him for a moment, watching as he slept peacefully. cocking her head to the side, she kicked him harshly in the stomach. immediately he rolled over, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain. ellie drove her foot into his now exposed back and he cried out in pain yet again. despite his pain, the man tried to get away. crawling on his hands and knees as quickly as he could, he only made it a few feet when the sound of ellie’s gun cocking made him stop in his tracks.

“turn around,” ellie grunted, her breathing more heavy than before. the man did as he was told, and as he did his eyes widened at the sight of ellie, covered in blood, sweat and dirt. they wandered past her, looking upon his dead friends and his hands raised to the side of his head.

“take it all–”

“you remember me?” her voice was low, hushed even and as the terrified man studied her face his eyebrows raised slightly, and ellie’s lips threatened to curl at the ends. “yeah, you remember me.”

the man remained quiet in his realization and ellie’s gaze directed itself at the paper poking out from his pocket. the fire illuminated the camp just enough to see it was a map and she motioned her gun towards it, “you’re gonna show me exactly where she is.” her voice was flat but firm.

“i can’t do that–” his voice trembled and his words were cut off by ellie moving closer to him, her gun now directly in his face.

“you don’t have a fucking choice!” she shouted, ripping the map from his pocket while her gun remained closely trained on him. she laid it flat on the ground, crouching down to his level and staring him down. he shook his head feverishly, terrified of ellie but even more concerned about her finding their base. while he refused to speak, she had grown tired of waiting and with her available hand took her switchblade and dug it deeply into his thigh and twisted with all her strength.

he wailed, losing balance on his knees and falling to his side. ellie removed the knife, wiping it clean on her jeans before lowering her head to him. “you’d better start fucking talking.”

the gun was still pointed to his face and he looked at her with disdain, “i’m fucking dead anyway why would i tell you anything.” he said breathlessly, trying to cover the hole in his leg with his hands and failing miserably.

“because i can make it quick,” she twirled her switchblade in her fingers, grazing it over his cheeks as he winced back. “or i could make it so much worse.”

“fuck you!” he spat with all his might and ellie dug her knife into his arm, sliding it down while it tore open his flesh. his screams filled the woods around them and in a desperate attempt to save his life, he reached for her gun.

it pointed up and ellie fired at the sudden scramble. the man tackled her to the ground, pinning her down and fighting to take the gun from her hand. in the tussle, her switchblade fell from her grasp and landed a few feet away. in a panic she fought for the gun, kneeing the man in the stomach as hard as she could but he remained firm on top of her. her free hand swung up, knocking him on the head and his grip on the gun loosened. as she yanked it back, it slipped from her own hands and fell to the ground. while he was stunned from her punch, ellie managed to throw him off of her. she rolled around, looking on the ground for her gun but it blended in so well with the dirt and sticks she couldn’t see it.

taking a quick look back to the man, he had picked up a rather large rock and tried smashing it down on her head. ellie moved, nearly missing having her head bashed in and she noticed her blade glistening in the now rising sun. she army crawled as the man grasped at her legs to pull her back. her fingers fiddled with the handle before she was able to firmly wrap her hand around it. as she did, the man dragged her back towards him and while he tried to position himself on top of her, ellie plunged the switchblade deep into his chest. the crunch of it piercing his sternum confirmed it was a deadly hit and she watched as he lost any hope to stay alive.

his mouth hung open in shock, looking down to the puncture wound and his hands went to grasp around it. his legs straddled ellie’s torso, allowing the blood that poured from it to fall directly onto her. the man coughed and instead of spit, blood spewed from his mouth staining his teeth in the process before he fell over beside her. ellie didn’t move, her breathing erratic from the fight.

the man gurgled on his own blood for a moment before it got quiet again, the woods silent as ever except for her heaving breaths. her hands fell to her sides and she gazed up to the sky, the stars still burning brightly above the trees. all of her exhaustion hit her at once like a truck and she fought to keep her eyes from closing. right before she thought sleep would consume her and she would have to relive her worst nightmare all over again, she saw the makings of a constellation. at first, it wasn’t recognizable, just another clump of stars in the galaxy. but when it clicked in her mind, she propped herself up on her elbows and the tiredness melted away. it was cassiopeia.

that was everything she needed. ellie got up with a new surge of energy, taking the map with her and anything else she could find useful. she strode away from the grim scene on their horse, following the map to the first exit off the utah highway. with the horse, the rest of the journey seemed like light work. it was only an hour before she spotted the fences to the community.

tying the horse to a hidden tree for a get-away, she circled the small town. the fence was chain linked and she watched inside as the town woke up to start their day. ellie was able to see that only a small amount of people woke up this early, leaving the streets barely occupied.

staying in the shadows, she slipped under the fence that was poorly secured. she found herself in between two small houses, ellie could make out mumbled words from the street so she moved up, making sure to stay as close to the wall of the house as possible.

“....hopefully they will come back with the stuff by tomorrow.” a woman's voice could be heard, ellie dared not to peek around the corner and listened further to their conversation.

“we don’t even know if they have anything, we could be chasing a dead end.” ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as the second voice spoke. she figured they were talking about the group she had slaughtered, but could jackson be the dead end they were speaking about? is that why they wanted you?

“just gotta hope for the best, i guess.” the woman spoke again before her footsteps could be heard walking away. ellie’s body tensed up, quickly her mind showed her the haunting image of your face and she shook her head, focusing her eyes around the corner. she caught a glimpse of the woman walking down the sidewalk, leaving the man to stand in front of the house alone. he was reading a note intensely and ellie took a look around to make sure her coast was clear.

she came up behind him, swiftly covering his mouth and dragging him back between the houses for cover. she ripped the note from his hands and used the bandana that had been around his head to cover his mouth and threw him to the ground. while she examined the note, her pistol was focused on him keeping him in place.

residents be advised that your council is doing all they can to provide for you. we are currently bartering with a town in wyoming for food, and unlike last time, we are sure they will be more than happy to provide.

ellie balled up the paper in her fists, scoffing and throwing it beside the man. “the girl, where is she?” ellie hissed at him, keeping her voice low. he mumbled through the bandana and she rolled her eyes. “don’t fucking scream, you can make it out of this.” she said before pulling the bandana down.

the mans eyes were wide with fear as he looked upon ellie, but he spoke fast and quietly while darting his eyes between her and the gun. “i don’t know about a girl, i really don’t plea–”

ellie shook her head before snatching his wrist in her hand, bending his finger back and he winced. “okay, okay okay,” he rushed out, feeling his finger about to snap. “our hunters, they came back a few days ago with something they wouldn’t tell anyone about,” he paused, looking at ellie and her grip loosened.

“keep talking.” she ordered him and he stammered his words, trying to desperately abide by her rules.

“usually they bring the meat to the kitchen but-but they parked the truck outside of our leaders house, said it was nothing but it didn-didn’t look like nothin’.”

ellie moved the gun into his neck, nuzzling it right below his ear and his breathing hitched up. “where?”

“go left do-down the street, the truck is old you can’t miss it!” ellie knew the truck all too well and without another word she removed the gun from his neck and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“thanks–” ellie whispered as her switchblade lodged itself in his neck. he didn’t scream, just looked at her wide-eyed as he tried to stop his neck from bleeding. ellie didn’t wait around, his blood still bubbling as she walked away, turning left down the street.

she was careful, she moved down the street hiding behind cars, bushes and whatever else she could find. when she was starting to think the man had given her bad information, the truck came into view. it was parked blissfully in the driveway of a quaint looking house. she found herself climbing through an open window on the first floor, escaping the street and its peering eyes. ellie landed in the living room of the house, it wasn’t decorated, the walls were blank and the furniture looked like it was rotting away.

that's when she heard voices coming from upstairs, she almost ascended the stairs herself but the voices were coming closer. she hid behind the dusty couch as the stairs creaked and found herself in the company of two men who had no idea she was eavesdropping.

“we already sent the group, why do you need more from her?” the raspy voice uttered, a hint of annoyance laced in his tone.

ellie heard a long sigh, “because they could become our primary suppliers. as long as we have her, they will give us whatever we want. for as long as we want.” the second man spoke with a heavy country accent and her blood boiled, she stopped herself from jumping the two, instead listening for more information.

“she wasn’t very forthcoming the first time–”

his voice was cut off, “well fuckin’ make her. i told you whatever it takes.” another sigh filled her ears, and she wasn’t sure who had done it but feet were stomping away and she glanced around the couch. she witnessed a bald man opening a door down a dark hallway, while the man who had the accent went back upstairs. her brain was split, but she knew they wouldn’t have kept you upstairs so she followed the bald man with the raspy voice, opening the door silently and descending the stairs that were behind it.

the end of the staircase opened up to a dimly lit basement, it was unfinished and dirty. she caught a glance at a metal door at the opposite end of the room before turning her attention back to the bald man, who was crouching down beside a workbench. it was lined with tools, but ellie knew what they were for. so as fast as she could, she approached him. he was barely able to turn around before she tackled him to the ground. the man was big but being caught off guard helped ellie as her hands gripped around his neck.

she put all of her body weight into his neck, he was choking and failing his arms around at ellie. it didn’t phase her, even when he had slapped her across the face in his panic. her face was contorting with all the exertion and she stared down at him, never breaking eye contact. a scar was slashed across his face and she recognized this as the man who had thrown you into the truck, the image coming to her clearly. his eyes were bulging from their sockets and his legs were kicking with a passion but as ellie came to this realization she jerked her hands down, the applied pressure breaking his neck under her hands and he immediately went limp.

in a cloudy haze she stood up, catching her breath and looking around for a key. she practically threw everything off of the workbench in front of her and when she didn’t find it she moved back to the man on the floor. she dug through his pockets and her fingers found a small metal key.

she walked towards the metal door slowly. now that she was here, she was terrified of what she would see behind the door. she put the key into the lock and turned, earning a click. she breathed out all the air in her lungs before pushing it open and her heart was beating faster than she had ever known possible. the room was dark, and seemed empty. the light from the other room allowed her to see a small switch on the wall and she flicked it on, now fearing you werent even here.

but you were. the light came on and your hands flew to your face shielding your eyes. ellie’s eyes immediately brimmed with tears seeing you. she took a step forward, taking off her backpack and laying it on the ground beside her. you were so obviously injured, puncture wounds up and down your legs with dried blood surrounding them. the chain around your ankle had almost embedded itself in your skin, resulting in a horrible looking bruise that had worked its way up your leg. ellie breathlessly said your name, tears falling from her eyes and your hands moved from your face slowly.

your eyes weren’t adjusted, you just saw a blurry figure in front of you but you could have sworn you heard her voice. the voice that had escaped you every time you tried to hold on to it, and you thought your brain was playing a cruel prank. “please don’t,” you uttered quietly, fearing she was the man with the scar coming back to torture you more.

ellie dropped to her knees in front of you, looking at your battered body not able to form words. they had broken you, and she blamed herself. anger brewed inside of her but in this moment, she remained soft spoken. “it’s me,” she whispered, reaching her hand out to touch your leg which you snaked away, still not believing she was actually there. you believed you were so desperate to see her, to hear her, that she materialized out of thin air. but that meant you were truly losing your sanity and you could barely look at her.

“its not you–” you said back to her, looking to the floor and ellie’s eyes shut tightly to hold back anymore tears. you had backed up all the way to the wall, leaving ellie in the center of the room. she slowly moved to you as you watched her from your peripheral view.

she came up in front of you, “it’s me, pumpkin,” and placed a hand to your shallow cheek as she always had done.

feeling her warm hands on your face, you met her eyes. her warmth couldn’t be your imagination and your own eyes welled up as she dragged her thumb carelessly across your cheek. her appearance didn’t even phase you, all you cared about was her. “ellie,” you sighed, shutting your eyes and placing your hand on top of hers that cupped your face. “you’re actually here?” your voice was small and faint, and it felt like ellie was stabbed in the heart.

the blur that ruined her memories of you was gone. even the image of you being whisked away was gone. she scanned your still perfect face, it’s only faults being sunken in from hunger and bruising that littered your cheeks but it was still perfection to her. she felt more relief than she had when she killed the man in the woods, and the bald man that still laid a few feet away. you were here in front of her, finally. ellie couldn’t help but smile at you, all her efforts hadn’t been in vain.

“i’m actually here,” she repeated to you, connecting your foreheads together. “i found you.”

ellie leaned back, inches from your face. her voice rang in your ears and you felt like you were floating with every word that came from her mouth after missing it for so long. you managed a smile for her. she was so close to you that you had barely seen the figure towering over her from behind, your mouth began to form her name to warn her but it was too late. the figure smashed ellie over the head and she fell unconscious beside you.

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hyukalyptus · 7 months

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okay love? — yeonjun x fem!reader | bestie!yj gives reader her first orgasm. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. bestfriend!yeonjun, virgin!afab!reader, reader's first orgasm ever, pet names (pretty, love), cunnilingus (f. receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex (pls wear condoms), creampie, infidelity technically, chubby!reader implied. notes. i'm reposting some of my most popular/favorite works from my old blog! this was my most popular one, so enjoy again pls! smut under cut. wc. ~800

when u told him u were nervous bc it was starting to get serious with ur new parter and you think you might take that step with them soon, he almost couldn't believe you've never had an orgasm before? not even by yourself?

he just wanted to help out his friend. that's it. he swears. you tried to explain urself, but i don't know. i've just always been too nervous.

you think you're hearing things when he offers his help—just want you to be prepared is all. you agree, laying down on ur bed and letting him undress you so slowly, pressing his lips to the inside of ur hot thighs because i'm gonna start off really slow, ok? as he teases you with gentle sucks on the outside of ur pussy. you don't know how long he teases you, but he reassures you you can take as long or as little as it takes to cum, okay love?

you don't know why, but ur hips roll and buck, trying to get them up to his mouth. look at you, you wanna cum so bad already and i've barely touched you. tears already forming in your eyes, you can't help but beg yeonjun to please, i don't know what you're planning on doing, but just do it now.

but he already told you. i'm gonna start off really slow, remember? spreading your lips to look at how you're absolutely soaking wet, pretty. placing a few experimental kitten licks around—just barely missing—your clit, your heart beat is in your throat. when he finally licks it though, you moan like you've never moaned before. well really, you never have moaned like that before. you've never had a reason to.

digging into you, he reminds you to talk to me. you gotta talk to me, pretty. you can't form coherent sentences though. you've never felt anything as euphoric or blissful as this and you haven't even cum yet, at lease you don't think you have.

how do i know when i'm gonna cum? he chuckles against your center, squeezing the voluptuous flesh of ur ass before you'll know. i promise. i'm gonna go a little faster now, ok?

but u need an answer, this is all new to you. truthfully something feels like it's missing. feel a bit empty, yeonjun. you don't know what this means, why you feel this way, but it sounds like you want my cock, love. and you assume that's the right answer, because you practically froth at the mouth thinking about his cock inside you. want my cock inside this pretty pussy?

nodding rapidly, you can't help but tug at his joggers, wanting them off as quickly as possible. pushing into as soon as he can, he falls forward, digging into your neck because you're so fucking tight, pretty. such a pretty cunt for me. no one will be able to fill u up like me, huh? it only burns a little at first, but subsides as he keeps fucking you deep, fucking you like prettiest girl you are.

this is all so new to you, but you think you might cum soon, i dunno. gasping, your back arches involuntarily and he rolls his eyes because he just can't believe no one's touched u before and you've never felt any of this before. but he mostly can't believe he hasn't licked your perfectly hardened, plump nipples.

sticking his tongue out before he even reaches you, he licks over one, and you gasp just barely, but not in the way he was hoping. trying the other, you cry out, your legs shaking around his hips because oh, you like that one better, pretty? and he focuses all his energy on fucking you deep, rubbing your clit with his thumb, and licking your favorite nipple.

you can hardly take it any more and he can tell. he can tell ur close. i can feel it. cum for me. cum so fucking good for me, love. just want u to feel so good.

you're nervous again, nervous because you haven't cum yet. should i wait? but he doesn't care—don't worry about me, love. just let go for me, just feel so good for me, that's all i need.

like a command, you let go, legs shaking and trembling, clit pulsating, seeing stars, ears ringing, skin hot and sensitive. you're in a true euphoria and u don't think there's a way you'll ever feel this good again. and frankly, ur pissed you've never felt this way before.

your orgasm triggers his own as he fills you up with his hot cum, feeling it paint ur walls so prettily and warm. you can't get enough.

as you lay next to each other, catching ur breath, you aren't thinking of ur date later that day, all you can think is we're gonna do that again.

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happyheidi · 10 months

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Hi! I saw your super cute mini-duck-plant-pot post and thought it was the most adorable thing I've ever seen - so I made it !! It turned out super cute, but I don't know what plant is small enough to plant in it (with roots etc that stop growing short enough that it doesn't hurt the plant or my clay duck pot). I searched the internet, but none of the plants were small enough regardless of what I tried. I'm begging you - PLEASE what plant did you use? Thank you SO SO much !! <3

Took me a while to remember which post u where talking about but it’s this one ♡

I don’t know what they used in it, but I know the first one is a miniature for a doll house and the like, and if anyone’s interested u can buy it here, as to the plants it looks like a little sprout? And in the first one it looks like some sort of succulent? I’m not sure here, but plant ppl of tumblr! Come through and help cus I’m curious too! And it’s so damn cute I kinda wanna buy it lol. Oh and anon, pls pls PLEASEE send a pic of the one u made!!? so I can add it on here. I won’t show ur name if you don’t want me to 🌱

#ask #cottagecore #plants

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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hey its my birthday fan you write billy lenz giving me sloppy toppy and straight up cumming on my face

Bro wtf I just watched this movie hour ago😰😰 and now I get random request about it! Happy birthday by the way. And its 5:42 am here Requests open!

Tw:Billy Lenz, blowjob, choking? Also I mention y/n as 'you/your' so if that makes you uncomfy I warned you

Billy Lenz reciving oral

First of all, he is 100% virgin. Only watched people do stuff

He knew it will be nice but he didnt expect it to be this nice

His sweet sweet piggy sucking on his cock, taking it so well just for him

He loves the noises you make, the feeling of tounge moving inside, the idea of you trusting him enough to let him almost chocke you its all so so arousing

He will say a lot of nasty stuff, degrading mostly but sometimes he will say some praises like "you taking billy's cock so well piggy" stuff like that

He is always in goofy mood so he will probably cum on your face just for funzies and your reaction. He also loves the face you make after you get the whole load on your pretty skin. And little gaps when it gets in your hair or other places that you didn't want it to come

He also loves watching her do stuff without his help, he just stares right in the eyes while you take him whole. While he just lays down or sits comfortably

But at the same time oh how he loves moving inside you while he just holds your head. Its such good feeling for him! Its difficult for him to decide what position he should be in really.

After doing that first time he is going to do it everyday litteraly, if you disagree he will beg, no kidding he is kinda addicted

Also if you wanna receive oral he will experiment no problem! He is a curious being really! Also im sure he thinks that you are delicious!

But he prefers reciving it much more than giving. Its just so satisfying to see you under him

Also you need to teach him all about after-care because im not sure if he even knows what's words 'care' or 'comforting' mean

And he forgors that people need air to live, sometimes you have to smack him so he remembers that no, alive y/n is much better than dead y/n, so better let her breath

Cummin on face kinda became a habit, but he still tries to make it a surprise because he loves that shoked face when you realise that he just busted a nut in you

And any form of praise makes him melt, if u say anything positive about his size or position or movements or litteraly anything he will go 😍😳 either immediately cum or get ready for next round

After the whole thing, you go wash ur face he will just fallow you, its kinda how he shows affection afterwards, fallowing you behind probably hoping that you go lay in bed so he can cuddle and litteraly glue to you for next 5hours

Anyways i never wrote smuty stuff before,If any of my friends will see this im going to never get out of my house again btw. Also I had to google sloppy toppy😭😭😭 pls tell me if I did well 😥i feel so so green. Also I'm always so spooked that I mistake Billy Lenz for Billy Loomis and imma confuse the hell out of person requesting

#slasher x reader #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x y/n #billy lenz smut #billy lenz #black christmas

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starshine-wagner · 1 year

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A Welcome Interruption

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Summary: You accidentally interrupt Jake's party ~plans~.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. Smutty stuff. Language.

Author's Note: This is my first smut so please don't look at me I'm embarrassed and this is all scary ok. if its bad pls just ignore it. and if u know me irl pls ignore it im begging. u know who u are.

Jake hadn't felt this desperate in a while.

He didn't intend to leave the after-party this early. But the growing concern in his trousers forced his hand... literally.

He let his brothers know he'd be stepping out to get some air before retreating back to the bus, parked not-so-sneakily behind the venue. He managed to fumble the bus code twice before finally getting it right and hearing the door unlock for him. He practically threw himself inside, shut the door, and made his way to his bunk to find some relief.

--*--

You really weren't sure if it was the end-of-tour-blues or what, but something had you down that night. It was the last night of tour, meaning that your 6 months spent on the road with Greta Van Fleet was coming to a close. You'd gotten close with a couple of the girls on the tour. One who did photos, another who assisted in wardrobe. One of the managers even became like a second dad to you. You'd miss spending nearly ever day with them. But, the one relationship you were most sad to see off was the one you had with Jake.

You'd become friendly after the first few weeks as you got to know each other a bit over long van rides, delayed flights, and late night dinners in the back of the bus. Almost always, though, he was surrounded by his brothers. You loved them all, but Jake had a special place in your heart.

The way he spoke to you made you feel like you were the only person that mattered. He never failed to offer a hand when walking down the stairs. He always made sure to save you a plate from catering when you were running late for lunch. They were small things, but they felt big in such a touch-and-go lifestyle.

You never dared to try anything with him. You couldn't risk making any sort of move and ending your career for it. So, you were content to admire him from afar. Well, further away than you'd like.

Sometimes, you wondered if maybe, possibly, somehow, Jake felt similarly. You'd catch him peeking into your office every time he passed by backstage just to smile and wave. A few times you could've sworn you overheard him talking about you to Sammy. And, God, you couldn't get his touch out of your mind. The way that his hand sometimes came to rest on your knee when you were sitting near him. How his fingers swept away strands of your fallen hair at the end of the night. The way he seemed to nuzzle his face into your neck on the few occasions you'd hugged. You figured it was just the way he was. The way all the Kiszkas were. Touchy. But something felt a little electric about it that made you wonder...

So, you found yourself in a bit of mourning. You'd miss the thrill of the crush. The anticipation of does-he or does-he-not.

Most of your night was spent with your girlfriends, drinks in hand. You'd been going around trying to get pictures with everyone, of everyone, and making sure to say your congratulations on a well-done tour all around. After the ringer these boys put you all through, it was well deserved.

Naturally, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jake from across the room. The way his latest stage suit hugged his thighs had you in a mouth-watering daze. You had to remember to give Jake's seamstress a gift basket...

When your gaze came back up to his face, his eyes were already on you. You tried to play it off as having been zoned out, giving him a polite smile. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with some tour representative and made his way over to you. You shifted, a little nervously. It was just Jake. You'd be fine.

"Congratulations, Y/N!" he cheered, bringing you in for a hug. God, he smelled good. Pine and alcohol and Old Spice deodorant. Once again, his face found its way right into the crook of your neck. Just for a moment, you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

"I should be the one congratulating you!" you pulled back. "I was just talking to the girls about it. We're all really proud of you guys," you explained.

"Well without people like you," he took a step closer and moved his hand to rest on your hip for emphasis, "we'd still just be sitting in the garage in Michigan. So thanks." He raised his glass and threw back the rest of his drink. He swallowed and you watched as his Adam's apple bobbed. It's almost like he knew what he was doing to you.

The clanging of a glass across the room snapped both of you to attention. You turned to see the Label Rep thanking everyone for coming to the event and launching into some speech about how great the tour did. Jake reached over and squeezed your hand as a signal of departure before joining his brothers towards the front.

You didn't even attempt to focus as the guy droned on and on. You still felt the sting of Jake's breath on your neck, and the strain of his hand on yours, and the weight of his palm on your waist and... oh. You were down bad.

--*--

"So, did you ask her yet?" Sam prodded.

"Ask who what?" Jake looked over his shoulder, having a good idea about where this conversation was going.

"Stop playing dumb, brother. Y/N. It's your last real shot." Though he usually was one to tease, Sammy seemed oddly sincere. It was disconcerting, really. "I've watched you steal glances and sneak off to bathrooms all fucking tour."

Jake let out a deep breath and fiddled with the elastic on his middle finger. He knew Sam was right. He knew that if he ever had a real chance at understanding whatever it was that passed between the two of you, tonight would have to be it. And he knew you wouldn't make a move. That you couldn't.

"I don't know Sammy. I just, I don't think it's like that-"

"You never know until you try."

--*--

By the end of the night, Jake had worked himself into a corner. The nerves of wanting to pull you aside and kiss you senseless, combined with the fear that you'd reject him and the aching in his pants... he had to get out of there. So, to the bus he went. Perhaps he'd come back when he had... taken care of business.

Of course, though, you noticed his absence almost immediately. You knew that sometimes he'd step outside for a smoke break, so it shouldn't have concerned you that much. As you passed Sammy at the bar, he, too, congratulated you and made small talk.

"Anyway, have you seen Jake?" he questioned.

"Actually I was just wondering where he went. I wanted to-" you paused. What did you want? "I, um, wanted to say bye."

"Hmm. Well I needed to introduce him to this fancy-schmancy business guy. Could you do me one last favor? Please?"

"Fancy-schmancy? Sounds important..." you raised your eyebrows.

"It is. Could you please go see if he's on the bus? His phone is dead, I'm sure, and I want to make sure he talks to this guy about- uh. Well, he's got some, like, cool ideas that Jake should hear."

You were reluctant to head out into the cold to find him, but you agreed. You made your way around the maze of the backstage club and eventually found the fire door. It said it was just for emergencies, but you truly couldn't have cared. It was closer to the bus dock, so it would do just fine.

Locating the band bus, you saw that one of the lights was on. It was dim, but it was on. You ran up to it, quickly inputting the code, hopping onto the steps, and shutting it behind you.

"Jake?" you called softly from the front of the bus. No answer. Maybe he had gone for a smoke around the corner? Then, you heard a stirring further down the galley.

"Mmm. Fuck."

You froze dead in place. Jake?

"Fuck Y/N please. Please..."

Did you... was he...? Shit. As soon as he uttered your name, you felt your stomach flip and your insides turn white hot. Did he know you were there? How could he?

He muttered some incoherent nonsense between his heavy breaths and shifted in place. The sound of the sheets moving forced you out of your head and into reality.

Jake was touching himself while thinking of you. At least, that's what it sounded like.

But what to do?

God forbid you somehow read the situation wrong. That would be just your luck. What if he was... sick? Some kind of sick that was making him moan and squirm...? Was he thinking of someone else who happened to have your name? Your mind ran through endless possibilities of what could be happening, each more implausible than the next. Your thoughts were interrupted when Jake spoke again.

"Shit, Y/N pleasepleaseplease. Yes. I- fuck," he was practically whining. Whatever scenario was playing out in his head, it sounded like he was enjoying it thoroughly.

You would be lying if you said that this didn't fuel your ego. You absolutely recognized how attractive Jake was, and had definitely thought about him a time or two or twenty when you were alone in your bed. Your thoughts often wandered to the way his fingers moved so adeptly on stage, or the way his chest glistened with sweat in the stage light. Who could blame you? But you'd always found a way to bring yourself back to earth. To remind yourself that he was out of reach. That he wouldn't, couldn't be yours.

So, your brain was split in half. Part of you felt like you needed to run as far away as possible from this situation. To run back to Sam, say he was shit out of luck, and get on with the goodbyes. The other half was deliciously turned on and yearning to join him. Eager to indulge him in whatever fantasy he'd concocted in his head.

Your feet were moving before your mind could catch up. You inched your way down the galley and stopped just beside Jake's bunk. Taking a deep breath, you summoned up the courage to make your presence known before you could change your mind.

"... Jake?" you whispered, shyly toying with the hem of the curtain by his bed.

Behind it, Jake paused for a moment. Either his mind was playing tricks on him, or you were really calling out to him in the throes of his pleasure. He managed to calm his breathing and dared to peek out to see. Upon taking in your dazed expression, his stomach dropped and he tried to cover himself with the sheets. He panicked, embarrassed.

"Y/N I can ex-"

"No, keep going," you ushered him on. You even surprised yourself with the sudden confidence.

'Shock' wasn't even close to describing the look on Jake's face. He considered protesting. But, with the state of him, you both knew he had no choice - no desire - but to surrender.

"Don't be embarrassed. I, um... I like it." His head fell back a little bit more at that... the idea that you liked walking in on him getting off to the thought of you. So, he continued.

Despite your diffidence, your hand slowly found its way under your shirt and on to your stomach. The light brushes of your fingertips against your raised skin made the sight before you even more dangerous. Your eyes shut just for a moment, relishing the feeling. It was innocent, but felt so far from it.

Jake pulled you out of it.

"No. Look at me. You were doing it all fucking night, so don't you dare stop now."

If you two were going to do this, you were going to do it.

Obeying his command, your eyes reluctantly opened to find his again. You needed more, already. You reached out to grab Jake's hand that was resting just next to his head. The contact alone set his nerves on fire. You led his palm under your shirt and up to the swell of your breast, encouraging him to touch you there.

"Oh my god," he groaned, his head falling away from you in disbelief. Of all things to be self-conscious of in the moment, he was concerned about the way your soft chest in his hands made him blush. He'd dreamt of this moment for ages, though he was scared to admit it. His other hand continued its patterns, hidden by the far half of the curtain and the sheet he'd tried to hide behind.

As he began kneading into your breast, you allowed your own hand to sneak further down. You hadn't realized just how wet you were, and all from watching his face contort in pleasure. When your middle finger brushed your swollen clit, your mouth hung wide open.

"Fuck, Jake," you uttered, allowing your head to rest on the wall beside his bunk.

He somehow forced his hand to come to a standstill and looked over at you with his half-lidded eyes.

"Y/N you have no fucking idea how hot that is." You whimpered at his confession. "You touching yourself," he huffed, "Saying my name..."

Suddenly, the hand he had on you withdrew from under your shirt and you sighed at the loss of his warmth. He beckoned for you to climb into the bunk with him.

"Do you want, can you get i-" he began.

"Please." You cut him off.

You clambered into the bunk, but not before ridding yourself of your top completely, much to Jake's enjoyment. It was only going to be in the way, you figured. You bumped your head on the roof and Jake shuffled to the side a bit to make room for you. He'd pulled his boxers up for the time being, though he was still hard as ever beneath them. It was desperate and ungraceful and needy, but neither of you seemed to care.

Once you were settled next to him, his fingers danced across your lips, entranced. You each took a few breaths before continuing on.

"Can I touch you?" he whispered, staring at where your mouth met him.

You only nodded in response, fearing what might come out of your mouth if you dared to open it.

"Use your words, baby, please. I need to hear you."

God. This was...

"Yes, please touch me," you grasped his forearm, longing for him to move it elsewhere. His skin was hot and soft and perfect.

"That'a girl," he praised. His fingers wandered from your lips to the back of your neck, playing ever so lightly with the baby hairs there. He took his sweet time dragging his fingertips down the back of your neck to the side of your breast, stopping there to press his lips to it.

He tapped your shoulder, wordlessly asking you to lay on your back so he could have greater access to your chest. His hand trailed down your sides to your hips, though his mouth still stayed connected to your nipple. He grazed it with his teeth before moving on to the other. As he took it into his mouth, his thumb dug into the flesh of your hip.

"Jake I need you- oh." He dragged his tongue up and pressed a hot kiss into your neck. "I need more." You pulled his head closer to you, hands tangled in his hair. He was already sticky and sweaty, but it only made you feel needier.

"And you'll get it, if you're patient, sweet girl," he smirked into your neck. You let out a soft gasp at that and willed yourself to keep your hands occupied with his hair rather than yourself. "Mmm. Did you like that? Sweet girl?" He bit down into your skin. "Sweet Y/N?"

You could only whimper in response as he soothed the spot with his tongue. He pulled back completely, using his free hand to cup the side of your face.

"Ah ah, what did I say about using your words, baby?"

"Fuck, okay, yes Jake. Yes, I love it-" He smiled to himself again and finally connected his lips to yours.

You had always wondered what his lips would feel like. They looked so soft and inviting, even from across rooms. Across arenas. And you were right. Despite the situation you were in, his kisses seemed innocent. They were tentative and gentle.

Your hand danced along the hem of his boxers, pinky finger slipping under. You held him there for a minute before inching down further, just as you went to deepen his kiss.

His head fell, almost into your chest.

"I can't take-" he grabbed your wrist, and cleared his throat. "Not yet." Immediately you felt a pang of rejection. Had you accidentally taken it too far? He brought his head back up to yours, pressing your foreheads together in reassurance.

The confusion must have been written all over your face. Reading it, he pressed your hand firmly against the lower part of his stomach and traced little circles on top of your veins with his calloused thumb.

"Let me take care of you first. Is that okay?" he smirked.

"Yeah. Yeah that's okay." For the second time that night, Jake's breath on your skin was the only thing consuming your mind.

He placed a kiss between your eyebrows, forcing all the tension out of them. He made his way down your nose, your jaw, and sloppily down your body until he reached your hips. Space was tight in the bunk, but he made it work.

When he reached the band of your pants, he looked up at you again through his eyelashes, pieces of hair sticking to his forehead. That sight alone could've had your head spinning for days.

"M'gonna take these off, okay?"

"Yes, Jake." You tried to keep your composure, but your impatience was still showing through in every strangled breath. He hooked his fingers around both layers at once and helped you shimmy them down to the bottom of the bed. He kicked them into the corner and turned his attention back to you.

"Good girl. Using her words," he kissed the prominent bone of your left hip, "being so sweet," and then the other.

His mouth left hot stripes down the crease of your thigh, inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. When he arrived there, he let himself hover over you for a moment. You once again allowed your hands to take hold of his chestnut hair and begged him to get on with it.

"Enough, babe-"

You ate your words when his tongue began tracing a slow path up your center. It felt like all the air in your lungs disappeared and you were only breathing in Jake. His arms snuck up to wrap around your thighs and push you even closer to his face. As he did, his nose bumped right where you needed him most.

"Oh my god, Jake," you purred. He only chuckled into you. As he continued licking up the mess you'd already made for him, his thumb outlined circles at the widest part of your thigh.

"I can't believe- mmm," he moaned against you, "I can't believe this is all for me." He brought his hand back around to place a thumb on your clit.

"Always has been." With that, his ministrations paused.

"How long?" He looked up at you, his face glistening in the dim light.

"Months." You rolled your hips up towards him, needing him back where he was. His finger once again found you and continued making slow circles.

"Fuck. If I- months? I could've had months..." he spoke, muffled between your legs.

"We're here- oh my god," his thumb swiped over you just right. "We're here now." You gave one more tug on his hair before his tongue was at your entrance, begging to be let in. As his mouth began to work away at you, you realized you wouldn't last long. "Make me cum, Jake, please. With- right there..."

He kept at his patterns, gliding over you just right. It was a matter of seconds before your back was lifting off the shitty bunk mattress and up into his chest. "Jake, I'm-"

"I know, I know, baby," he soothed. "That's it."

His words, hot and breathy in your ear, were the final domino that sent you tumbling over the edge. You felt your release hit you and there was no stopping the sounds that slipped from your throat.

In awe, Jake was mesmerized. "Like an angel..." He worked you through the wave, slowing down and using less pressure as you neared the end of it.

When the feeling eventually dissipated, you came to and found Jake's forehead up by yours again.

"That was-" you started. "You have no idea how beautiful-" he began.

You pulled him down into you and pushed him off to the side until he was laying next to you. Kissing your way from his shoulder to his breastbone and up his neck, you swung your leg over his body and looked down at him.

A lovesick smile spread across his face and he licked his lips. You sat back on your thighs to catch your breath and allowed his hands to roam your sides once again.

"I can't believe you've been hiding yourself from me," he mused.

"Like I said. We're here now," you countered. You brushed the unruly hairs of his eyebrow with your thumb and brought him into a deep kiss while your other hand reached down to work on getting his boxers off. Even the brush of your palm over him had him sputtering groans into your mouth.

"Relax, baby."

He helped you slide them down his thighs and you kissed down his torso, stopping to give extra attention to his freckled shoulder. You could feel him much before you could see him, and when you did dare to look, your breath hitched. He noticed right away.

"God, don't do that," he groaned.

"Do what?" you asked, feigning a sick sort of innocence. Your hand brushed just along the side of his cock.

"Look at, fuck-" his hips instinctively jerked up towards you, "don't look at me all fucked out like that." To this, you giggled. As you went to take him fully into your hand, he reached down for your wrist.

"No, no, not tonight. I need to be inside you." Suddenly, he was flipping you over and had you pinned beneath him, right up against the wall of the bunk. "I'm gonna fucking, oh," he uttered as he ground down against you, "I'm gonna make you mine. Can I do that? Can I make you mine?" he pleaded.

"Already yours, Jake."

With that, he pushed himself gently inside of you, disappearing inch by inch. You both stuttered, your breath failing you, in awe of the way he was filling you up.

"Oh my- fuck," he looked back up into your eyes as soon as he was totally swallowed by your warmth. "Can I...?" he prompted, stalled out in you.

"Just, one second," you asked, allowing yourself to adapt to the pressure. "Oh. Okay." Once you had adjusted to his size, you instructed him, "Yes, Jakey, please move."

His hips began their slow rhythm, grinding up and into you with expertise. You were totally trapped in him, and you loved it. His hair fell down around you both and his arms created a cage around you. There was nothing but Jake.

Having already been worked up before you arrived, Jake was focusing intently on making the moment last as long as he could. "God- fucking... oh my god." He slowed his pace down, much to your dismay.

"No, please, I need you, faster please-"

"Mmm. Poor thing," he mused, taking in your desperation before him.

"I'm so close, please Jake," you begged, breathless, pulling him down by the neck.

"Fuck, sweet girl. " He skimmed the apple of your cheek with the lightest of touches and he continued his slow draw in and out of you. "I can't say no to you." You let out a sigh of relief, pushing up into him.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he begged. You whined in complaint. "Tell me, angel, and I'll give you heaven." He moved his lips right onto your ear. "Promise."

"So bad Jake. So, so bad," you gasped as he rutted into you mercilessly. "Fuck, you fill me up so good. I'm all fucking yours, please, I need it-" You could barely speak with how heavy your breathing became. His breath was heavy on your shoulder and all you could hear was the lewd sounds of your bodies connecting at their core.

"You don't have any fucking idea-" he groaned, rolling into you just right, "how pretty you are."

"So. fucking. pretty." Each part of his compliment pointed with a thrust of his hips.

"Jake it's, I'm-"

"Please, angel. I know, me too. I wanna feel you around me, please."

You dug your nails into his back as you let your second orgasm overtake you completely. Only, this time, you felt Jake right there alongside you. He throbbed inside of you, making your pleasure all the more drawn out. Jake's moans were being choked out of him as you rode through the end of your wave, emerging from a vision of white hot pleasure. You could feel his release threatening to drip out of you as he slowly pulled out and landed by your side.

The brief silence wasn't very silent at all, filled with mutterings and catching your breath. It wasn't until he turned over to you that he finally spoke.

"I'm, Y/N, that was..."

"Yeah."

You felt his hand slide up from your ass to your neck, where he gripped you gently. Using his hold, he drew you in for one more kiss. Languid and dripping in desire.

"I've been wanting to do that for God knows how long, sweetheart," he smirked. His pointer finger danced along the skin of your neck, tickling you ever so lightly. You brought your hand up to it and pressed a kiss to the pad of his finger.

"Me too, Jakey," you admitted.

His somehow even warmer eyes looked at you from the periphery.

"Mmm. 'Jakey,' huh?" he teased.

"Hey..." you felt a little bit of embarrassment creep back up and you turned to hide your face.

"No, no. I'm just teasing." He grabbed your chin so you'd face him again. "That's cute."

Once the two of you had calmed down, you suddenly remembered the whole reason you'd come out here in the first place.

"Fuck," you shot up, almost wacking your head on the ceiling of his bunk again.

"What, angel? Is everything-"

"Sam sent me to get you because some fancy business guy or something wanted to talk to you. It seemed important. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Fancy business guy, huh? I'm sure the other three can handle him." He grabbed your arm to pull you back down to him.

"No, Jake. Dammit." You searched the bottom of the mattress for your pants and slid them back on, not caring about the mess you'd have to clean up later. When you went to climb over Jake to get out of the bunk, he realized that you weren't going to be stopped.

You both managed to clean back up in record speed, stopping to glance in the galley mirror.

"Is this... okay?" you straightened out your collar.

"Babe." Jake rubbed the back of his neck. "We look fucked."

The both of you burst out laughing, nearly to tears, before he brought you into his arms.

--*--

When the two of you popped back into the party, it was nearly venue curfew. Josh was saying his goodbyes to some of the audio team, and Danny was still engrossed in conversation with one of the openers. Half-finished glasses were littered across all the high-tops and the music was getting softer. You could feel the night coming to a close.

As Jake drifted off to find his twin, Sam pulled you aside.

"I'll take it you found Jake, then?" he asked with a shit-eating grin.

Immediately your face turned hot and you tried making yourself as small as possible. "I- Yeah I found him, um..."

Sam lifted his hand. "Don't worry, Y/N. I took care of it."

"The fancy- but I thought... Jake-"

Sam gave himself away with a devious twitch of his mouth.

"You can thank me later, love."

--*--

Here is Not-Jake for a little visual. Woof.

Author's Note, Again: Congratulations. You made it through my first smutty writing. If it was terrible, it actually wasn't me who wrote it. It was Mackenzi. But if you liked it, awww. Thanks! It was all me! <333

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hoseoksluna · 5 months

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METAMORPHOSE | ch. 1

pairing: postmilitaryracer!jungkook x she

genre: angst; fluff

word count: 1.9k

warnings: swearing, smoking?, anxiety, mini dom/sub play, jungkook doesn't understand his feelings:(, he gets lost in his head a lot, attachment issues, fears, distrust

note: not me already writing abt post military jungkook even tho he hasn't enlisted yet hahaha! i'm so excited about posting my first jk fic on here. pls show some love as i've only been a silent reader here but lately i've been pining and burning for jungkook so here i am! enjoy enjoy and here's a cookie for u to eat while u read 🍪

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THE SNOW blankets the entirety of his car.

Disguised under the frail and the fragile layer of ivory coruscation, the blue begs to be seen. Not yet, thinks Jeon Jeongguk. You've already made a spectacle of yourself. Now that he is having a wistful look at his precious possession, his heart takes in all the unblemished beauty before his body. The twinkles, those little fuckers, hide under the plum-infused heavens, but once a car interrupts the ice cold quietness of the night, Jeongguk unmasks their playful secret. You look so cold, but look at how pretty you are. He can't help but think of the girl he is waiting for. She is as sturdy as the bark of an oak tree, but once the snow melts on her skin, it leaves the glitter in its wake. The glitter he likes to collect. Gather. And carry as a keepsake in his wallet.

She has always been his Tinkerbell and Jeongguk ponders over that thought as he reaches into the depth of his pocket to pull out his packet of cigarettes. Blue and white—akin to the state of his car. He lights the end with a lighter that must have been misplaced. The color pink beams at him on his palm. Fuck if he knows how that ended up in his winter jacket, but he returns the smile until the smoke burns in his left eye. He puts the body of the cigarette between his fingers, eyelid closed, and with his ring finger he traces over the ghost of his lip-piercing. His tongue, out of habit, licks over the hole but does not find what it searched for. The piercing is gone and so is a part of him that he thought would live forever within him. Jeongguk sighs and takes a fat puff of his cigarette.

Crunchy footsteps sound behind him and he turns around. His Tinkerbell walks towards him and the barren trees, dressed only in the flimsy nightgown of winter, almost intertwine to make a crown over her head. Her hair, the scent of a dark wine, cascades in soft curls over her white woolen coat and pink scarf. Snowflakes have long stopped their fall, so Jeongguk does not find them in her midst, but he proceeds in the rampage of his curiosity over the sweet perimeter of her body. Her coat ends below her knees and it is merciful enough to reveal her legs to him, warm in thick tights, and her feet shod in shoes he knows too well.

He probably should fight the smirk forming upon the thinness of his lips. But Jeongguk decides he does not want to.

"Hey you," he says to her, the deep dimple of his cheek also acknowledging her. The smoke does little to conceal it.

She smiles at the greeting, the fullness of the cosmos glistening in her eyes. Jeongguk sees the order and the pattern of the world within the twinkle of those browns and he understands all of the sudden. He understands the whole world.

Looking up at him, she giggles. "Hey you."

He scrunches up his nose at her sweetness, a grin taking full form. He missed it—he missed her nectar.

In the past, when Jeongguk devoted more of his time to her, he discovered that this was her thing. She took pleasure in imitating a person's gestures and facial expressions if it sparkled a warm rumble of laughter in her chest. She was the girl who noticed profound details in people, whereas he was the man, whose heart longed to unbury the composition of his surroundings. Snow, the drowsy heavens, the trees and the misty fuzziness of it all when he steps on the gas. She had a wonderful memory, capable of remembering the certain movements of hands or mouths, the lift in the eyebrow or the intonation in someone's storytelling. It grew roots in her, it sweetened her blood and the whole room burned with flare at the start of her charades, but it never made her her in the slightest. She was still her own person. Ordinary to the fullest. With no quirkiness to her articulation. She kept her hands folded, the muscles on her face untouched by a fervent emotion. Shielded she was. She always was.

People versus art, it would seem.

He never cared much about people. Though, on the other hand, that was then. He doesn't know who he is now, half-empty, a new shape of forever extending in his bones. He wonders, for a mere second, as he regards her face, if she changed at all. Time passed between them, no matter how strongly he wishes it didn't in the least.

It differentiated her from everyone else, her ordinariness. It would pain him to bid his goodbye to it.

His heart quivers with the threat of anxiety. He blinks, lifting his hand and rubbing his thumb back and forth along the apple of her rosy cheek while taking a long drag from his cigarette. This is a good distraction, Jeongguk thinks to himself, his grin dropping to a melancholy smile. Has anything been changed in you?

Her skin feels the same as it did in the ostentatious time before. Back and forth, the ebb and the flow of the sea. He enjoys the innocent touch he can give her, gladness clutching his chest that his past memories are now replaced by new ones. They can't snicker at him in the dead of the night anymore. He has control now—he is living in the moment.

She leans into his touch. The anxiety backs away. It occurs to him, as light opens within him from her responsiveness, that she is saying something to him from the depths of her eyes. He can't figure out what it is. It has been too long; he has forgotten the language. More? he tries.

Jeongguk anchors his palm on the top of her head. "You missed me?"

He pats it a few times and watches as her eyes grow bigger and brighter. He never thought it was possible.

The remembrance that she never made the first move, but invariably waited for the green light of his first move, infuses his veins with a buzzing sensation. It scurries to each blood cell to make itself at home. Of course she did not flung herself at him, ask him questions, warm up his ears with the heat of her palms. Her submissiveness was the center of her being. The silent go, the permission. She thrived off of it. That is how she existed within the moonless woodland of his mind all that time spent apart. He could not forget that, even if he tried his hardest.

Go, Tinkerbell, Jeongguk thinks, pushing the little flyaways across her forehead to their rightful place. I allow you. It amuses him in such a loving way.

He wiggles her head, messing up her hair in the process, then lowers his hand to pinch her cheek hard. She groans and wraps her small hand around his wrist. Jeongguk finds it still warm from the confines of her home. His stomach moves under his jacket in the way he remembers it used to. The memory of all the times she touched him, a film of private pleasures that only he was acquainted with, spreads goosebumps over his arms—goosebumps like growing twigs of hardness that makes him strong. Fast passing memories that abandoned him during those long months he was gone, a year full of winter, longer than the current winter breathing in their lungs, they come up for air in him. He cannot seem to stop it and he holds his breath, daze intoxicating his mind. The trees are swaying. He is lost.

She punches his shoulder with her fist so he could let go of her reddened cheek. Once, twice. Oh, he is found. Then, she presses herself against him and envelops him in a hug that was long overdue. There you go, Tinks. Atta girl.

"'Course I did," she replies, her voice muffled against his jacket.

Warmth spreads across Jeongguk's heart. Such a strange, foreign feeling.

He pulls away to take the last puff of the cigarette. The only way he knows how to deal with his tenderness. She watches him and before he throws it away, she grabs his hand, stealing the half burnt body from his fingers and placing it between her rosily powdered lips. She takes a long drag, just like he did.

Nothing has changed. But he fears it might be an illusion.

"Have you smoked today?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She scoffs, averting her gaze and taking another drag. "No."

Despite his fear, he remains calm as if emotionless. "What did you do all day?"

Her eyes remain fixed on the snow on the sidewalk beside her. "I napped."

Jeongguk chuckles. His teeth might hurt from her saccharinity.

"You haven't changed, have you?" he breathes the question, half hoping it is true.

She blinks up at him and tilts her head to the side. She must be thinking of what to say next in that cotton candy mind of hers. How endearing.

"And you still don't finish your cigarettes, do you?" she murmurs at last, lifting the cigarette with a smile to prove her point.

So she remembers him as deeply as he remembers her. The softness of her voice causes his eyes to lower into slits. He missed her. He missed her painfully. He can't stand it, the growing twigs, the warmth, the buds of flowers that burst open within his heart. It is too much at once.

"Snuff it out and come," he orders, turning on his heel to head back to his car.

He feels as though he was drunk on his tenderness, almost staggering. He inhales the winter through his nose and straightens his back. This has to stop. This has to be kept at bay. The decision strengthens his legs.

"Wait."

Jeongguk hears her call, but he is already occupied with sweeping the snow away from the hood. He hears her suck hard on the bud to enjoy the last of her nicotine delight and puffing out the smoke into the iciness of the now prolonged night. He listens, and it paints a grandiose composition of a specific painting in his mind. Trees, a crown, a fairy with frail wings in the middle, the twinkles of snow. But he shakes his head to rid himself of that picture. He walks over to the passenger side and removes the ice for her with ease. Though the hesitant crunch of her footsteps forces him to look at her.

Wobbly legs. Unfocused eyes. It adds to the half-true illusion that she hasn't changed at all.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but it is a play for her, a charade. He opens the door and wraps his hand around her arm when she reaches him, guiding her carefully into the heat.

"Don't finish it so fast next time," he tells her, eyebrows furrowing at her impetuousness.

"Haven't heard that in a while," she retorts, looking up at him with her round eyes.

A dagger pierces through his heart, taking with itself all buds of growing flowers. The understanding of his feelings eludes him, leaving him barren and shivering in the cold.

Jeongguk closes the door without a word. He gets behind the wheel and indulges in a deep breath. Tinkerbell watches him, a small smile playing a dangerous game with him upon her lips.

"It's cold," Jeongguk comments, but it is a lie.

He, too, is disguised now under the frail and the fragile layer of snow. But there are no twinkles. No. How could there ever be? He hasn't touched her yet in a way that would make her gush with glitter.

With that in mind, Jeongguk starts the engine. He has to touch her. His tenderness will stoop like a wounded animal.

It is the only way.

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kthecutest · 8 months

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yūka could i request smth? 😅 sooo it goes smth like this... u are dating k's friend (k is the one who introduced u to each other) but this friend doesn't make u satisfied in the bedroom so u always end up finishing by urself. one day u are alone in u and ur bf's apartment and while touching urself k catches u (he likes hanging out in ur guys' apartment so he knows the pw and thought his friend was home) and u kinda tell him abt ur problem and helps u with it 👀

Pls whoever you are, you've got my heart cuz your idea is actually so good and creative ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა but cuz of the immense load of work I have here, I might have slowed down the motivation and creativity half-way so I'm genuinely sorry if the bottom half part wasn't all that hype.

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Pairing : bestfriend!K x taken!f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

Another sigh left your lips as you sat on the bed, your desperate pussy still wet yet far from release; almost screeching out to you in pain and agony – your hair a mess from not the sex but your own doing of pulling on your hair from utter frustration. You looked to your side at your exhausted boyfriend now sound asleep. You gritted your teeth as you clenched onto the sheets, your other free hand going over to stimulate your tired pussy once more. This has been going on for almost 6 months now, and it was seriously getting to your head – but the worst thing is – you can’t even bring up this topic since your lover was too sweet, guilt would often hit you like a truck in your head.

Another evening, you’re slumped back on your back, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy in a furious speed as tears prickled on the corner of your eyes. “Fuck, fuck.. fuckkk! Please!”, you begged loudly at yourself hoping to get some release but you only ended up throwing your head back, tears spilling out at your nth failed attempt. But while you were begging and whining and crying about it all, you weren’t actually the only witness of the sight. Kei, your best friend of two years, had been standing right in front of your bedroom the entire time, glancing at your desperate figure on the bed from the slight opening of the door.

You and Kei had been best friends for years now, and he was the one who acted as a matchmaker between you and your current boyfriend. Despite him practically being a third-wheel, you three have been close ever since and you guys trusted each other to the fullest to the point you and your boyfriend even considered on giving Kei the apartment’s entrance passcode – which led to the current scenario. No matter how loyal you were, it’s not possible to deny how hot and sweet your best friend was and now with the build-up of your unfulfilled sexual needs – considering Kei’s massive body, you couldn’t help but imagine what would lie below all the built up biceps – a thick girthy cock that could probably tear you in half.

Seeing your pitiful state, Kei felt sorry seeing his best friend being so stressed and desperate over an issue, more specifically a sexual one – which also in-turn, had him hard to the fullest. It was somehow as hot as it was sorrowful to see your failed attempts on trying to catch your desire – to the point that the tent in his jeans was now so obvious, it was bursting at the seams. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door as you quickly threw yourself under the sheets. “o-oh Kei! I-is your work over?”, almost sounding as if you were greeting a husband.

The room filled with eerie silence as Kei approached you not saying a word, when he was at the perfect closure with you, he instantly pulled the sheets right off of your naked bottom. “Ah-!? Kei? W-what are you doing..?”, you flinched, letting out a confused and flustered reaction. “Baby.. you need help, don’t you..~?” – “w-wha?” – did he just called you baby? You were confused. You didn’t have any intention of being a cheater, but maybe it was the need, the heat, or probably HIM, but you wanted to give in for once.

You didn’t had to pull out a whole explanation – it was easy to say Kei had already understood the assignment when you felt his palm rub against your clit roughly. You let your head fall into the crook of his neck, muffling out your intense moans. He hasn’t even inserted any of his digits yet you could already feel your orgasm building up. “Want more lovely~?” – you could only react with a nod and incoherent whines, your brain clouded in lust. In a blink of an eye, you could already feel the tip of his dick prodding at your entrance. As he slowly entered you, you could hear his low breathy tone right in your ear –

“I’ll make you forget all about him.”

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opennwindows · 8 months

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CREEPYPASTA REQUESTS

hello!! i am a new writer/account and i would love to accept some creepypasta x reader requests! to get used to writing and to get some works out, i would be more than willing to help y'all get your little nasty pasta scenarios into words.

i'll write fluff, platonic, smut, dead dove (with exceptions in my rules), and just general hcs if you guys are interested in my interpretations of the pastas!!

below the cut are my rules and what i will and won't write for but spoiler alert: there's not much i won't do lol.

i currently write for afab readers because thats what i'm most familiar with but if the request is intriguing enough i will try to do my best at amab!! just be patient.

going off of that last statement, i will probably use she/her pronouns unless it's specified that you want a gender neutral reader. i can do my best at writing trans reader content too but please be aware that i am a cis girl so i wouldn't be able to do it the justice that a trans writer would. but i will definitely try <3

characters i WILL mainly write for: jeff the killer, ticci toby, masky, hoodie, jane the killer, clockwork, eyeless jack, BEN, nina the killer, laughing jack, liu & sully.

characters i DON'T write for: offenderman, bloody painter, herobrine (is anyone actually requesting this), zalgo, any animal pastas (the rake, smile dog, seed eater).

i will ONLY write sally in PLATONIC/FAMILIAL scenarios.

i'm iffy on slenderman content but if y'all want to fuck the faceless tentacle demon THAT bad who am i to deny you

things i will NOT write: underage, scat/piss, rlly rlly rlly heavy noncon, amputation (not kinkshaming just not for me personally), zoo, necro, eds.

things i personally tend to FAVOR: smut obv, breeding, somno, knifeplay, gunplay, dubcon, sub!reader, toxic pastas, yandere/darling, praise, degradation, reader absolutely getting their shit wrecked y'know.

im a big fan of hcs and blurbs/scenarios but i will write one shots too, those will just take significantly more time and care. if you don't specifically say you'd like a one shot i will write it as either hcs or blurbs.

if i haven't mentioned a character in my do's and don't's feel free to send a request and if i'm down i'll do it!!

if you feel even the slightest urge to request i beg u to pls send it my way i am scratching like a crackhead to start writing for y'all. i've been in this fandom for a decade and i need to let some thoughts go wild.

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jun2u · 1 year

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ² - 𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠.

pairing: nonidol!kwon soonyoung x afab f. reader.

genre: smut

summary: trying to fulfill your boyfriend's "strangers at a bar" fantasy goes unexpectedly when the two of you realize that you have less self control with each other than you'd thought.

wc: 3,546

warning: boyfriend au, switch!soonyoung switch!reader, making out, grinding, vag. penetration, oral (f. receiving), profanity, power play, degradation kink, a sliiight humiliation & begging kink, semi ?? public sex ( in public but isolated ) unprotected sex ( wrap up PLS ), use of "good girl" and "slut" MINORS DNI !! pls read my guidelines <33

authors note : i'm finally back !!! and as a thanks here's a nasty little hoshi smut bc it's what he deserves <33 also not proofread yet so early readers have fun LOL ! aaand if you’d like to be added to my taglist u can click here, and if u have requests u can submit them here or send an ask ! ofc likes and reblogs ( especially comments ) make my day so pls interact if u enjoy !! :)

“ okay , god , i know , i remember ! ” you cut him off before he can finish , but not without giggles interrupting you between all your words. this date was supposed to be romantic and sexy , but truthfully , it wouldn’t be you and soonyoung if it didn’t make you laugh in some capacity. “ this whole thing makes us sound like such losers , i don’t want anyone to hear us ! now go to your post, sexy stranger. ” the sarcasm in your voice even makes him giggle as you playfully shove him in the opposite direction, as he sends back an adorable wave goodbye.

before long , you’ve found a seat at the bar , busying yourself by swirling the liquid in your new drink around in the glass. with nothing but time to wander around your thoughts , you start to wonder - how had he convinced you to go through with this , anyways ? oh , that’s right - on his birthday , he’d mentioned that he always had the fantasy of doing a “strangers” roleplay with you , and was begging for you to help him fulfill his wish. at first , you’d been hesitant , slightly worried about the implications his fantasy had about his relationship. however , after plenty of clumsy reassurance on his part ( saying “ i wouldn’t want to flirt with any other stranger but you ” ) , you decided it could be some harmless fun and promised him you’d give it a shot.

but the catch ? you only agreed if he could go an entire week without sex. it was … a very difficult promise to make , one you were near certain he wouldn’t be able to keep. but somehow , it seemed his desire to fulfill his fantasy for the very first time overcame his often shameless desires to have you whenever he could. by tonight , you can tell he’s nearly at the end of his willpower , as his hands have been wandering the entire car ride to the bar. the bar that had , in fact , been the very first place you’d met. mutual friends had spotted each other at the bar and it wasn’t long before the two of you had gotten to talking absentmindedly.

by the amount of stuttering and hair scratching he’d done during your first encounters, you would’ve never suspected his big personality was anywhere in his nature. but , much to your amusement , you would learn much later that he was so struck by your beauty that any charisma he typically held was thrown out the window. but in a way , tonight would make up for that , because you were going to roleplay a new first meeting.

“ excuse me - are you here alone ? ” you turn in shock as a male sits in the bar stool beside you , his body leaning slightly into you. you didn’t expect his very rehearsed entrance to catch you by surprise - but maybe that meant you were just that good at staying in character.

“ i - ahem , yes , i am. ” your voice starts off a little awkward , as it’s a bit new to you at first , but once you get into it a bit more , you find it easier to loosen up. “ but why do you care ? trying to kidnap me or something ? ” you can’t help the slight tease as you raise your eyebrow , crossing your legs over each other. as the fabric of your clothes slowly rises to expose a little more skin , it seems you’ve got him a little distracted as he looks down , swallowing deeply before proceeding.

“ no , i would never. i’m asking because … i’d like to buy you a drink ? ” you can see his confidence falter , but just for a moment , because when he finally removes his eyes from your body his calm disposition returns.

“ mm , that’s cute. too bad i’ve already bought myself one though , huh ? ” with a smirk , you turn your body on the stool , so that you’re leaning into him. okay … so you’re not following the script. you promised him you’d let him take the lead , and you’d meant it. but … you’d also forgot how cute he was like this - thrown off his game , flustered , and at your mercy. “ so , if you want me bad enough , you’re going to need to do better than that. ”

“ y / n. ” you’re shocked when he says your name out loud , but beyond that , how serious he sounds , his voice , deeper and huskier than it was just moments prior.

“ y / n ? i don’t know how you know my name , considering we’re supposed to be strangers , but - ”

“ no , look - y / n. i can’t do this. ” he sounds extremely serious this time , so much so that your alter ego falters altogether. instead , your expression is replaced with genuine concern , instinctively grabbing his hand. “ wait - baby , did i do something wrong ? i’m sorry - if you’re not into it after all we can stop , you know ? i didn’t mean - ”

“ oh , my baby , no , no. you’re doing perfect. ” he sends an apologetic smile , feeling bad for making you worry so much , squeezing your hand below his own. “ it’s just that , um … ” he seems pained to say what’s coming next , but with a sheepish smile , he looks into your eyes.

“ i can’t hold back anymore. baby , can we please get out of here ? ”

the moment he finishes speaking you realize what he means , and you throw your head back to let out a full cackle , causing some other patrons to start eyeing you. soonyoung’s quick to try and hush you , already slightly flustered from his own confession.

“ soonyoung , you’re kidding. we just started ! what happened to your whole elaborate plan ? ”

“ i know , i know ! but … god , i really didn’t think you were gonna make it this hard. what happened to letting me take the lead ? you know i can’t help myself when you’re like this, ” he’s almost whining , and it’s so cute you can’t help but loop your arms around his neck. it doesn’t take much before he leans in to kiss you , but you lean back slightly before your lips can actually connect.

“ what if i want to make it hard for you , though ? do you think you’re able to keep up ? ” drawing your bodies closer , you whisper in his ear , and you can see goosebumps already beginning to form across his soft skin. “ or do we really need to get out of here and let you lose control ? ”

…

“ god , can’t traffic go any faster ? ” hoshi’s impatient hand anxiously taps on the wheel , nearly letting his impulses get the best of him as his hands hover over the car horn. chuckling , you lean across the car to rub his shoulder , looking at his impatience with amusement.

“ you know , i’m not going anywhere. ”

“ huh ? ”

“ i said , i’m not going anywhere. soonyoung , you keep looking over at me every two seconds , shouldn’t you be focusing on the road ? it’s like you think i’m gonna disappear or something. ”

“ i’m sorry my love , it’s just - i doubt i can be any more patient. it’s already been a week , and after that stunt you’ve just pulled i need to get us home now. ” truthfully , the determination in his voice has you clenching you legs , overcome with a certain temptation to do what would otherwise be unthinkable.

“ pull over. ” before you even realize what you’re saying , you gesture to the side of the road , where a closed store’s parking lot is practically calling your name. and you’re expecting him to question you , but surprisingly , he follows your orders so obediently , swerving into a parking spot without hesitation. you’re expecting to take charge , but are surprised when soonyoung reaches over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. however , he doesn’t pull away , busying himself with a few light kisses down your jaw as a teaser of what’s to come.

“ after you , angel, ” gesturing to the backseat , you nod in agreement , and it’s mere seconds before you two are both in the back , soonyoung’s strong figure hovering over you. he was doing so well with taking his time , but it seems like the second he’s allowed he’s rushing to explore every crevice of your body. his hands instantly make their way to the hem of your dress , sneaking their way under until he finds your ass , giving it a light squeeze. already full of anticipation , you’re rushing to take your dress off , but before you can , you feel your hands pinned above you.

“ leave it on , i want to fuck you with the same dress that landed you here. ” the low growl he speaks with has you falling deeper into your desires , unable to even help the small whimper that escapes you. his soft fingers trail towards your inner thigh , and soon you feel his fingers move up. you can tell he’s a bit confused as his hands start searching around , and when they land on the bare skin of your center , you both let out gasps.

“ y / n - did you … ”

“ mmm - ‘didn’t wear any. ” you manage to send a mischievous , heated gaze , but the gentle sensation of him under you has you panting with desire. you can tell by his slightly parted lips he wasn’t expecting it , but he’s quick to recover. starting at your lips , he slowly trails down , kissing every inch of you as if to show his gratitude.

“ such a slut for me , huh ? riling me up like that back there , trying to get me bothered. and you still can’t help being so needy for me after all that ? ” ah , yes - this is what you wanted. both you and soonyoung had moments where you’d relinquish your control completely. while you’d started the night thinking it’d be you in control , it became obvious soonyoung wasn’t willing to give up his spot anytime soon. a week of pent up sexual frustrations and teasng had made him feral , and it was incredibly obvious the times his lips connect to your entrance.

“ fuck ! oh my god , that’s - god , where did you learn that ? ” he obviously has no intention on going easy on you , by the way he immediately dives into you fully without warning. his wet tongue slides so easily into you that it feels like a perfect fit , and his hands continue to make themselves busy as they spread your legs out farther than you thought possible. the cool air suddenly exposed to you makes you gasp , but it’s also a foreign situation that excites you for what’s to come.

“ what a good girl you are for me. just got down here and your pussy’s already a soaked mess for me , huh ? ” it’s pitiful how fast you lean into submission with him , desperately nodding in agreement to the sound of his words. “ what a little desperate thing you are for me. and because you were so desperate and didn’t wear anything underneath , you’ve made such a dirty mess in our car. ” you’re absolved of any guilt - in fact , you’re egged on the more he seems to scold you for your behavior. after all , you knew he didn’t mean it - he had volunteered to clean countless times if you agreed to a quick car session. and when it came to the two of you , nothing brought you closer than doing things that felt a little wrong , a little dirty , a little scandalous.

“ b … ” following the letter , you can hear him below devouring you , a chorus of wet noises emerging from below you as he messily takes all of you in. it seems he’s flicking his tongue like a paintbrush , intentional and ensuring no part of you went unloved. and just like always , he finds your clit with such ease as if it was what he was born to do. soonyoung was never the type to unnecessarily take his time - he could be a tease , but often his need for you made him give up before he he had a real chance. “ a … b … y. ”

it’s when he stops spelling that you realize what he’s spelled , and when he comes up for air , you swear you could orgasm right there. his hair , already damp from sweat , is tossed messily to the side , much different than his natly trimmed style just minutes before. his ironed dress shirt is now nearly fully unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulder. and his lips , wet from the moisture pooling from your legs , are swiped over by his tongue as he looks up to you , panting.

“ all i did was spell your name with my tongue , my love. and you’re already a whimpering mess ? god , don’t tell me you can’t keep up ? ” his teasing rings in your ear as he repeats your words from earlier that night. and now , everything’s so different , now you’re the one under his spell , dizzy and wanting nothing more than him.

“ jesus , soonyoung - cut the bullshit. i need you in me right now. ” sure , you could’ve said it more eloquently , but you’re in no mood for theatrics right now. and it seems he isn’t either , because he doesn’t argue in the slightest when he gently moves you a little to the side. now that he’s sat up , you can see all of him , and he’s such a disheveled mess that you want to take him right then and there. his boner looks nearly painful , pressing up against the fabric of his dress pants as if it would break through at any minute.

“ tell me if you need me to stop or slow down , okay ? ” he asks , and though you nod , the truth is your mind is focused on his slender fingertips removing his pants painfully slow. you find his care so sweet , and it’s almost impresses you how fast he can shift from a caring boyfriend to the most feral sex conniseur you know. but you also know what his words mean - unless you tell him otherwise , he has no intention taking it easy on you.

you feel his cock just graze at your entrance , but it’s enough to make a high-pitched moan leave you , body instinctively bringing itself closer to him. the two of you had been teasing each other so much over the past week that even the slighest touch has the both of you overcome with pleasure. you thought it couldn’t get better , but when he lets himself slip further into you , it nearly feels like you lose yourself in the strong emotion that fills you.

“ j-jesus … god y / n , you always wrap so nicely around me , don’t you ? ” you can hear him shudder the second he enters you , having to lower himself to be mere inches from your face as he tries to brace himself. it’s only natural the two of you lean in to join lips , connected in a heated kiss. his tongue dances alongside yours so passionately , unashamed of the filthy noises you create together. with free hands , you tangle your fingers within his locks of hair , and the low moan he send through to your body is enough encouragement to keep going.

he eventually puls back , and the disconnect causes a popping noise to be made between the two of your damp lips. “ you fit so nicely that it’s almost like you were made to fuck me , isn’t it , y / n ? you couldn’t live without fucking this dick , could you , baby ? ” soonyoung could get such a dirty mouth when he was horny , especially when he was deprived for as long as he had been. dirty talk was inevitable whenever you two got together , and it only got more lewd as the night progressed. but you loved it , feeling so desperate for him , completely absorbed in doing whatever would bring you two the most pleasure.

“ i couldn’t - ahh , too good - i can’t , i need it. ” you’re begging him , and by the time you speak , he’s started to lightly pump inside of you. you can feel your walls clenching around him , even your body unable to let him go for even a moment. and apparently , your unfiltered words only work to make him even needier for you. as if on cue , his grip on your hips tightens as he brings you closer and deeper into him with each thrust.

“ that’s right , take everything you’re given like a good girl. so pretty like this , all spread out and willing to get fucked for everyone to see ? but i bet you’d like that , huh ? ” even though the logical part of you knows there was no one else in the parking lot with you two , the sound of such a risky possibility has you somehow grow even more wet , and you arch your back desperately to get closer to him. you’re unsure how much of this you can take , as you feel moments away from spilling all of yourself onto him.

“ why don’t … you … ” his mouth gets distracted , and in the middle of talking he lightly nibbles your shoulder , causing you to jump in a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent electricity down your spine. “ … tell me what i want to hear ? tell me how much you need me. ”

“ god , i swear , i want nothing as badly as i want you. not anything else , not anyone else , just fill me up with all of you , please ? you’re so good to me. ” you’re not even embarrased with how whiny you sound , grinding against even the lightest of his touches. it was no secret soonyoung had a bit of a praise kink , and though you hadnn’t expected it , he’d always managed to bring out such an unapologetically despreate side of you that got you off as fast as it did him. by now , he’s quickened the pace , moving with such purpose the you could feel the car lightly shaking.

despite the cramped conditions of having sex in a car , something about it felt so natural and passionate that it almost turned you on even more. your legs are shaking under you , unable to control themselves as they wrap around your partner’s waist. soonyoung is anything but silent , a string of curses and some incomprehensible mutters spoken into your neck as he somehow got deeper and deeper in you.

“ baby , i can’t do it much longer , i’m gonna cum - please , can i ? ” you’re not used to asking for permission , but right now you want nothing more than to satisfy him. he seems to be in the same boat of you , however , his arms practically shaking with each movement.

he can’t even talk , so all he does is nod in agreement. before you can even anticipate it , he raises your leg up , slightly turning your body so that he can hit your aching pussy as far as possible. it’s exactly what you need and he knows it , as amidst his awe-struck face you can spot a hint of a satisfied grin as you gasp at the unexpected sensation. your loud moans are exactly what he needs to get sent to the edge , and before long , he sings your name out to the sky as he releases his sperm into you. the warm feeling spilling into you makes you follow not far behind , both of your bodies holding onto each other for stability as your bodies dance to the beat of your shared orgasms.

there’s not much room , but immediately after finishing , soonyoung struggles to remove himself from you , flopping lazily to your side as he gives you an immediate kiss for a job well done.

“ fuck , soonyoung. what’s gotten into you ? ” your voice can only come off a groggy whisper , but you giggle as you push away the strands of hair that had stuck to your face. “ that was one of the most incredible experiences i’ve had with you , i swear. ”

“ and you said i couldn’t keep up ? think again. ” winking, he nudges you playfully, but once you finish laughing , it seems all the two of you can do is catch your breath as you both stare up at the ceiling , still lost in the memory you shared just moments before.

“ aren’t you glad i asked you to pull over now ? ” you asked him , raising your eyebrow after a few minutes of silence. shame we didn’t make it to the house , though. ”

“ oh , baby , did you think we were finished ? ” his words cause you to snap your head back into him in shock , your silence encouraging him to elaborate. but why do you already feel yourself getting excited all over again ?

“ you might want to rest up on the drive back , baby. i’m making up for all seven days i was without devouring you. did you think you’d get let off so easily ? ”

[ part two ??? 👀 ]

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