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loki--fics · 3 years

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All For You - Part 2

Loki x Reader

Content Warnings: abuse mentions, violence, strong language

Word Count: 2,294

Loki had only been partially right the night before - you did have a slight headache when you woke, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he had made it seem like it would be. It's nothing a couple of aspirin can't cure, You thought as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"Well look who finally decided to get up." Your head snapped to the side, your fiancé's voice startling you. "Did you have fun?"

You sighed. "What are you on about now?"

"As if you don't know," He scoffed. "Bringing that God back to our room, flirting with him, kissing him."

"For fuck's sake, Ben, he kissed my cheek," You retorted. "I'd had a bit too much to drink so he walked me back to our room."

Ben was visibly seething. "Is he better than me? Is that it? Are you going to leave me for him now?"

"God, what is wrong with you?" You snapped. "I only just met him last night!"

"What's wrong with me?" Ben shouted, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you off the bed. "I'm not the one behaving like some depraved whore! That's all you, Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, yeah, because you eye-fucking Nat last night totally wasn't worse than a kiss on the cheek."

The force behind the resounding crack that followed was enough to knock you to the floor. Your eyes watered as you held a hand to your burning cheek, the sour taste of iron filling your mouth as your head spun trying to process what just happened.

Touching a finger to your lip, it came away bloody, and you looked up at your fiancé in shock. "Did you just hit me?"

Immediately, Ben's face softened as he dropped to his knees in front of you. "Baby, I am so sorry, I- I didn't mean to!" He kissed your forehead and pet your hair. "You know I didn't mean to do that, right? I just… You made me so angry, it wasn't my fault! I- All I could picture was Loki kissing you, and-"

"Ben, stop," You said, too in shock to cry. "Stop it."

"And then you said I was eye-fucking Nat, when you know I wasn't, right baby?" He continued. "You were just being jealous, and maybe you aren't as hot as she is but if I wanted her then I wouldn't be with you, okay? I love you."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Maybe I'm not as hot as she is, Ben?" You asked coldly.

"Baby, come on, don't be like that," He scoffed. "It's okay, I'm not going to go after her, I love you."

Shaking your head, you scooted away. "You love me?"

His eyes welled up with tears. "Don't make me beg, please? I love you, Y/N. I didn't mean it, I promise. You know I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't made me so angry, don't you?"

Your resolve broke at the sight of Ben crying, and you placed a hand to his cheek. "Please don't cry," You said softly.

"Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?" He said. "Don't tell anybody, then they'll think I'm an awful person and they'll try to make you leave me, and you don't want that, do you?"

"No," You sighed. "I know you didn't mean to, Ben. I'm sorry I made you so angry, it won't happen again."

He smiled, kissing you roughly. "I know baby. We're leaving today anyway, so let's just get packed up, and-"

"I'm going to take a shower," You interrupted. "Then I'll help pack, okay?" Ben nodded as you stood, and started to follow you to the bathroom until you turned around. "Alone, please."

His smile faltered, but he nodded. "Okay, I'll just pack it all up myself then, I guess."

"Ben, I'll help when I get out-"

"No, just go enjoy your shower alone," He said harshly before turning around and throwing your things into suitcases. You let out a sigh and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

Walking over to the mirror, you inspected your cheek. There was a very prominent angry red handprint, already starting to bruise, and blood was dripping from your split lip. You felt tears burn behind your eyes as you started the shower, undressing slowly before stepping in. You noticed bruises on your wrist and arm beginning to form as well, and it was like the floodgates had burst open as tears poured from your eyes.

You sat on your knees on the floor of the tub, hunched over as you tried to sob as quietly as possible. You didn't bother with actually washing yourself, you just sat there and cried until you had no tears left and the water went cold.

Turning off the water, you wrapped your body in a towel and grabbed a second one to dry your hair, ignoring the pain in your wrist as you did so. The bruise on your cheek would be easy to hide with makeup, and you could cover the bruises on your arm with long sleeves, but your split lip was another thing entirely.

I'll have to come up with a story to explain that, You thought as you went about your routine. You splashed some cold water on your face, hoping to get rid of the puffiness of your eyes, and then brushed your teeth (and in doing so, reopened the cut on your lip). After it had stopped bleeding, you began layering concealer on your cheek to cover the bruise, trying to take your time before you had to face your fiancé again.

Even with all of your stalling, you were soon finished in the bathroom, and walked back into your room to find Ben sitting on the bed, suitcases unpacked, with a sour look on his face.

"What's the matter?" You asked. "I thought you said you were going to start packing while I was in the shower."

He huffed. "There's a snowstorm moving in, we're not going to be able to leave for at least another few days."

You tried not to show the relief that poured through you at the news. "I'm sorry baby, I know how much you wanted to go home today. This could be a good thing, though-"

"How is it a good thing?" He snapped. "I don't want to have to stay here, with that slimy snake Loki just waiting to get his filthy paws on you."

"You're right, I'm sorry," You replied quickly. "I was just trying to see a silver lining, but I guess there is none."

"Whatever," He grumbled. "We'll just stay in here."

You raised a brow at him. "Baby, if I have a few more days to spend with my brother, then I want to spend them with him, not hiding in my room." You saw him stiffen, and knew he was getting upset so you quickly continued, "Besides, would that not be suspicious, if we stayed holed up in here for days?"

He sighed. "I guess you're right. Just… Stay away from Loki, if I catch that weasel anywhere near you, I'll kill him."

Deciding that now would not be a good time to mention that he, a normal human man, could not kill a magic wielding God, you simply nodded. "Okay, I'll stay away from him. Let's.. Let me get dressed, and we can go eat breakfast, alright?"

He rolled his eyes, but nodded, and you quickly picked out an oversized, cream coloured turtleneck and black fitted jeans, throwing them on after putting on clean knickers.

"Are you ready?" You asked, and he nodded. The two of you walked to the kitchen together, where you were greeted by your brother, who was very obviously nursing a hangover.

"How are you feeling, Tony?" You asked. "You must have one hell of a hangover, because you look like absolute crap."

He chuckled dryly. "I'm surprised you don't, Y/N, what with all that Asgardian wine you drank last night."

You felt Ben stiffen beside you, but you didn't dare look up at him. "It's nothing that a couple of aspirin won't fix," You replied, looking for something to change the subject. "Did Pepper make breakfast? It smells amazing in here."

"Yes she did," Tony said. "She just finished, went all out since you two are here. The whole shebang."

You smiled. "Well, I'm going to go check if she could use a hand setting the table or anything. Ben, you can stay here and catch up with Tony, tell him about your new job."

Giving your fiancé a quick kiss on the cheek, you escaped to the dining room, where you found Pepper laying plates down in front of the seats at the table. "Hey! Do you need a hand?"

"Oh, no, Y/N, you're our guest," She said, smiling warmly. "I'd never ask you to- Your lip! What happened?"

You felt anxiety prick at your chest as you forced a smile. "I'm a pretty rough sleeper, I must have smacked myself. But please, you put so much effort into cooking, it's the least I can do."

You felt a wave of relief crash over you as she accepted your explanation and handed you the rest of the plates. When you had finished putting them out, you helped her carry the food from the kitchen, and Tony wasn't kidding when he said she made the whole shebang - French toast, eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, crêpes, and fresh fruits.

"That's everything," Pepper said, setting down two pitchers of orange juice. "Thank you for your help, Y/N."

"Of course," You said, smiling warmly. "Is JARVIS going to let the others know breakfast is ready?"

"Yes," Tony said, walking in with Ben. "But I'm starved, so I'm not going to wait for them."

You and Pepper laughed as the four of you sat down, and you filled your plate with some French toast, fruit, and hash browns as more of the Avengers began to trickle into the dining room.

Everyone chatted amicably amongst each other, giving much deserved compliments to Pepper on her cooking, but you could feel Ben seething next to you. What had Tony said to him that would have made him angry all over again? It couldn't have just been about you drinking that wine, could it?

Whilst you were eating, the cut on your lip reopened once again, and you had to excuse yourself to the kitchen to clean it up. Dabbing a paper towel to your lip, Loki meandered into the kitchen from the hall, eyeing you.

"What happened?" He asked, eyes staring at your split lip and noticing the faint discolouration on your cheek.

"I'm a rough sleeper," You said. "I must have hit myself in the mouth while I was asleep or something."

"Did you hit your cheek as well?" He asked.

You looked away from his intense gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," You replied quickly.

He was about to reply when Ben walked into the room, his eyes immediately falling on Loki. If looks could kill, Loki would be dust on the floor - but, to be fair, so would Ben.

"What do you want?" Ben snapped. "Here to mack on my fiancé some more are you?"

Loki looked at you, and you looked at Ben. "It wasn't like that, Ben, we'd all had a lot to drink last night."

"Yeah, I know you kissed him first," Ben said, his voice thick with barely-suppressed rage. "Tony told me."

You froze, looking at him in shock. "It was on the cheek!" You hissed. "Ben, please just stop this!"

"What's the problem?" Thor asked, walking into the kitchen.

Ben visibly paled, and his shoulders sagged. "Nothing," He said, obviously defeated. "I was just leaving."

"What happened?" Thor asked after Ben left. "He seemed upset, is he okay?"

"He's fine," Loki said quickly. "I provoked him."

A look of understanding came over Thor's face. "Ah, yes, well that does make sense. You need to stop that, brother."

Loki nodded, and Thor went back in the dining room. Turning back to you, Loki looked at you expectantly.

"I do believe you owe me an explanation," Loki said. "That is twice now that I have witnessed your fiancé speak to you in such a manner."

"I don't know what you're on about," You huffed.

Loki stepped closer to you. "Have you forgotten that I am the God of Lies? You cannot lie to me, I will know."

"Well, you're wrong." You turned away from him. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Your lip is split open, your cheek is bruised, that oaf you call a fiancé speaks to you like you are his property, and twice now I have had to step in to cover for you." His blue eyes bore into yours, and you were at a loss for words.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly. "I don't know what you want me to say, Loki. You don't know what you're talking about. Ben would never intentionally hurt me, he loves me."

"So he's unintentionally hurt you, then?" Loki asked, catching on to your careful choice of words.

You pulled your chin away from his grasp. "I would appreciate it if you would stop interrogating me and allow me to finish my breakfast," You said. "You're welcome to join."

You plastered a smile on your face as you walked back into the dining room, ignoring the dread seeping into the pit of your stomach. Ben was livid, that much was obvious, but you tried to convince yourself that there was no way he would repeat the events of that morning.

Right?

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filthfichunter · 3 years

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A/B/O plus lots

There's a brief brief space of time between the Trials and when an Omega Witcher is fully sterile that omega Witchers can be bred. So, they get bred and knotted by every Alpha they can be. If they're lucky, they'll have a pup with a higher chance to survive the trials, or maybe even a full blooded Witcher pup.

Lucky for them, they're easy easy easy to trigger into heat and spend nearly the whole time in the throes of heat. Maybe up to two years, so two pups, if they're very very lucky

Alphas are always fertile, but only with their own "kind" which is omega Witchers but there's only that tiny gap to breed.

Ruts and heats still happen but they're not seeding fertile ground anymore.

Trial age is up to you, just wreck me some witcher boys. Breeding benches, Stuffed full, plugged up, fucked over and over and over. Screaming on massive cocks and knots and begging for more.

I tried to hit all the elements of the prompt Anon!! Plenty of A/B/O, breeding benches, and fucking 😉

You can find the full fic here on my AO3

Kaer Morhen's Puppy Mill

CW: Gangbang, Breeding, Overstimulation, Come Inflation, Boypussy, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Dubious Consent, Pregnancy Kink, Size Kink, Size Difference, Bondage, Hole/Pussy Spanking, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Knotting, Butt Plugs, Oral Sex, Frottage...like I fit the full kitchen sink in there. Marked as Underage, but no specific age is given. 🕊️💀 DeadDoveDoNotEat 💀🕊️

Let me know if you have a favorite line!!

Geralt came back to alertness when the knot locked behind the puffy lips of his tired cunt tried to pull free, still half full. His skinny thighs were shaking with the effort of holding himself up, even proped up as he was on the breeding bench. The Alpha just kept tugging free no matter how he whimpered around clentched teeth and asked for the other man to, "wait, please! Please!"

The knot pulled free with a sucking plop, the girthy cock slapping sloppily across pale pert cheeks, accompaning Geralt's keening wail.

There were similar noises from all around him as the few other Witcher initiates, young like him, omega like him, yet to face their first trials like him, were fucked and seeded.

None of them had taken a knot before, they'd been treated just the same as their Alpha and Beta fellow trainees until they had entered their breeding season.

Training and running and learning together, all things equal. He hadn't been concerned about things like kissing, or sex, or breeding.

That had changed when the Sorcerers came to prepare them for the season. Geralt and his fellow Omega's had been pulled from their regular lessons and made to sit through the most embarrassing workshops to get ready for their duty.

There were diagrams, playmating and the dissected reproductive system of what Geralt though must be a pig, but that Eskel had insisted was human.

It had taken almost a full fortnite for him to work up to wearing the medium sized plug. Eskel had been his heat week partner, both boys taking turns working through the stretches and calisthenics that were supposed to prepare them for their duty.

They'd shared sweet kisses as they frot against each other in their shared bunk, whispering about the Alaphs that had suddenly started trickling back in to Kaer Morhen early. Who they thought might sire a strong new brother for them. Who to avoid.

The potions they were injected with caused a fire to rise in their blood. They had to constantly help each other to alleviate the swelling. Horny pups, mouthing and licking, curled up together whenever they got the chance. Their bed sheets were starched stiff with their watery spend within the first few days.

The Sorcerers had staged a dress rehearsal for their breeding after they finished their special class. Calling it a dress rehearsal was generous since they'd all been naked for it. One by one with each Omega getting a turn they had been strapped bare onto a bench to get the fitting of their bindings correct, Eskel had held his hand the entire time. He hadn't pinched his butt, or rudely stuck a finger in him like some of the others had.

He could see across to where his brother Eskel was dwarfed by the largest man he'd ever seen, a Bear Witcher, visiting the keep for the two week peak each season that omega Witcherlings (that still might be able to fall pregnant) were benched, and fucked by any Witcher able to spare the time to properly bitch them.

The bear's knot must be absolutely huge, Geralt hoped if both he and Eskel did quicken with pups that they wouldn't have to carry such a large man's cub.

It would be a big cub as hairy as it's sire, more beast than man in size and bulk.

The potions they would take later in their training would render their wombs too toxic for a full breed Witcher pup to survive, for much of anything of humankind like themselves to survive gestation.

Other things would grow within his womb, but after his trials those things would only be the stuff of nightmares, a distant duty he wasn't prepared to think about yet.

He only had this small chance to fall pregnant with his own kind. To see them grow up alongside the other fosters and orphans of Kaer Morhen.

All be it with a better chance of survival.

Omega Witcherlings were rare, successful breedings of their young little wombs was rarer still, but the dwindling numbers in their ranks meant that the Brotherhood of Sorcerers needed to swell their pool of potential Witcher candidates any way they could.

Successful Witcher/Witcher full bred pups were, baring a physical injury, almost completely likely to survive their trials and transition into becoming a Witcher. Fewer changes were required of their bodies, immunity to the toxicity of the pure mutagens gifted to them by their Witcher bitch and sires.

He still had a full day and night left to get pupped with a new litter for his first cycle, and knew that even as full and tired and aching as his pussy and little omega cocklet were, there were still at least a dozen more knots in his immediate future.

Including the large bear Witcher.

Geralt hiccuped and tried to clench his tired muscles down, but both his holes quivered and stayed open.

His pussy was over full with the loads he had already taken.

His little ass didn't escape attention, fucked full with a regular deposit of nututrient rich magical slurries, pumped and plugged by those assisting in the breeding. Mostly that consisted of Omegas too far along in their training with wombs too poisonous to carry, or Betas curious or mean, intent on injecting themselves into helping out.

Every Alpha would have their turn to try. Their mutagen Alpha seed only able to catch in another Witcher, totally sterile in any other womb. The price they paid for their augmented mutant abilities.

He didn't like the potions.

They smelled earthy and dank, and no two large syringes of the stuff ever looked the same to him. His guts would cramp for an entire hour after each dose. But the mixture was a reliable way to hydrate the omegas, keep their bodies in a state of fertile heat, and it solved the problem of trying to feed their passed out bodies. They would stay bound to the breeding apparatus in the great hall untill they were pregnant, or the cycle ended.

The room felt like it was spinning, but the sudden clank and jolt was just the special hinge on the bench engaging, tilting the platform he was on forward and down. All he could see now was the floor immediately infront of him, and what little he could glimpse from his peripheral vision, bound tight as he was.

Mostly it was flashes of movement he caught, muscular buttocks flexing and thrusting against wailing writhing omegas, tender bellies being pet and coaxed to hold a little more. There were a few other omegas in the 'resting' position like him too, their little pussies and cocklets pulsing and quivering in the open air, Witcher seed drawn down into their heat ready fertile wombs.

Blood started rushing to his head as his weight was shifted against the straps holding him. Head shoulders and torso flipped forward nearly upside down. His hips and more importantly his womb would stay elevated to ensure the newest deposit of seed could have it's best chance of quickening in the depths of his womb. Gravity helping things along.

It was the only break he would get between knots. Once he was assessed by his current stud and his platform tilted back into the 'free use' position he would be back in service.

"Please, can I have a drink, please, just a small sip?” the boy whispered, voice breathy mouth dry after having spent the morning crying and moaning. The Witcher behind him, he didn't even know who had just come in him, fucked and knotted him, only seemed half interested in what he had to say.

"I-I just need water?" Geralt sounded scared and timid to his own ears, and he knew with their superior hearing that every Witcher in the room heard his childish pleading.

The hydrating suppository in his ass was no replacement for a cool sip of water on parched lips.

The last time he had made the request an older Omega had mounted his face, their cock had been like his own, small, only a mouthful, but it hasn't been what he needed. He had ended up with a cummy salty mouth and not the crisp refreshment he wanted.

He was ignored. The Alpha already surveying the other available omegas for his next fuck.

Geralt's red-rimmed puffy hole opened up a little bit, a small gurggling glug of white seed oozing out.

"Tighten up that loose hole, slut!” the man said spanking one of Geralt's quivering thighs with a sharp hit, eliciting a cry.

"Yes sir!" Geralt was mortified at his own squeak, but the sudden scare and flare of pain helped him tighten back up again, his head flopping back down against the platform, cheeks blotchy from the rebuke and the inversion.

Another quick series of spanks across his butt, caused him to tense up even more, his pert ass jiggling as each blow landed, pinking up his skin.

Geralt nodded quickly again, or at least tried to. “P-Please, I'll be good” he sniffled, knowing the faster there was another load in him, the faster this would be over. It’s not like he didn’t like being bred. But sometimes the men who fucked him were rough and Geralt so desperately wanted to be good. Well to be good, and to have something other than a cock in his mouth.

“Please Alpha, I feel so full...”

“Not nearly full enough little bitch,” a new voice growled, leaning down over him. He knew they could see everything with how he was bound, even his little belly, it's soft swelling a visual testament to how many loads had already been fucked into his pliant small body.

The new Alpha extended one finger, scooping up the wasted drop of cum that had slipped out of the little omega earlier and brought it back up to rub over the quivering muscle of his rim. Geralt yelled, pulling against his restraints with real desperation, “No! No, no, no! I can’t hold it in, please no!"

He thought the man would listen to him, would stop playing with his pussy, he was wrong. The rubbing became more insistent against the flushed oversensitive fluttering muscle.

Geralt wailed again, his lithe sweat slicked body wrecked with shivers, overstimulated, his little cocklet stiffening up against his will as he desperately tried to keep all of the virile seed inside.

He didn't want to be punished for losing any, not again.

Three broad fingers were plunged into his mouth, stretching his lips at the corners, stealing the moisture that was left, chaffing his tongue.

Three broad spit slick fingers thwapped down in quick heavy succession, three, four, then five times on Geralt's quivering hole.

The omega cried.

The Alpha Witcher smirked down at where fat tears were running down the pup's face.

"Don't you want to have your soft little belly full? Don't you want to be good for us, behave and you'll have a new little brother to play with."

"Yes, Alpha, please."

The boy's face was cherry red, all the blood having rushed to his head, out of sorts and overwhelmed from the heavy spanks to such a sensitive spot. The tears running down the pup’s face, were soaking his hairline, snot and tears and drool matting it, the poor little thing, but his little omega cocklet was still hard and he still wasn't trying to wriggle in his bondage.

"Such a sluty messy little puppy."

The Witcher considered playing with the boy there, tugging on his little cocklet and squeezing his balls until the boy begged for him to stop, or he got him to climax.

But that wasn't what this breeding was for.

Geralt hid his teary face down onto the platform as he felt it being tilted back and locked into position. He spread his knobby knees wider, light headed after having been upside down, ready to get filled again.

Wishing his rest had been longer between knots.

Still thirsty.

Across the way he could saw where Eskel was still knotted with the big Bear Witcher. From where he was Geralt could see where the other Witcher was punch fucking the full width of his still full knot into and out of Eskel's ruined pussy, all the packed up come being churned out of his belly, puddling on the floor beneath the bench.

Strong hands massaged his slick thighs evidence that Geralt hadn't been lucky earlier either in keeping all of the Witcher seed inside. "When I'm done, I'll fit you with a nice long plug pup, we'll make sure you don't spill a drop, does that sound good?"

The boy gave a wordless shrug of acceptance, what he wanted didn't really matter, but at least a plug would make keeping it all in easier for him.

Everything around him was heat and friction and fullness. He could hear the other omega's begging and moaning around him as his latest stud hilted deep into his over full pussy.

Was that Eskel moaning in pleasure?

This cock was maybe larger than the last, long enough that it was pummeling the walls of his insides. Occasionally it would hit his pleasure button inside and that was almost worse than the stretch of a knot pulled out too soon.

After a grueling series of rabbit fast thrusts, Geralt let out another yelp and tried to clentch down, tried to be tighter, to make the man come quicker so he could have a rest.

"Such a slut, that's right fuck your little cunt back onto my dick you greedy little thing."

Geral was rewarded eventually with a knot, and soft petting from the Witcher. Large hands moved down to cup his swollen abdomen, the skin heating up more, distending more from the newest load.

"Do you want to come bitchling? Should I rub your little cocklet for you?"

The omega shook his head, fingers clentching into fists where they were bound. "It hurts, I just want to rest, Alpha, Please, Alpha."

"You can rest once you catch. Do you think you are nice and pupped this time?'

"Yes Alpha"

"Good cub, the sorcerers will check you in an exam tonight, stretch your little pussy out with their magical tools and speculums and look up inside that cum dump of yours to see if you've been good."

The Witcher pushed down against the sloshing give of Geralt's belly, slipping a hand underneath where he rested against the bench to tweak a soft pink nipple.

"If you haven't caught, we'll just do this again and again, we'll keep you bound and stuffed here for the season, can't let your little womb lay fallow and empty pup!"

Geralt shook his head snuffling back new tears.

He could feel it all throughout his body when the large Witcher hummed, pleased, thrusting and tugging at Geralt's rim with his knot.

"Good bitch.”

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Thanks for reading! And thanks for the prompt!

#dead dove do not eat #witcher prompts #cw fh writing #a/b/o dynamics #avengers a/b/o #kink bingo #cw witcher training

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softysuho · 4 years

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pretty boy & zombies

pairing: yunho x reader

summary: In the year 3013, the government unleashed their first wave of "natural selection". They took out elderly by offering a vaccine that was told to prevent further sicknesses and stated that it was mandatory. After the elderly were wiped from the earth, phase two was put into action. There they unleashed a monster. The government started the zombie apocalypse in hopes that the elite human race would show itself.

word count: 1.9k (a/n its been awhile and this is lowkey shit, I also can't figure out how to put "keep reading" in with the new Tumblr update, but I hope you all enjoy this drabble💖)

It was day like every other day, humid and way too hot for any sort of physical activity. The small house you sit in does little to keep the warm weather out, it was a cute place from what was left. There had been an old couple in here prior, from what you gathered. They looked cute and happy in the photos that were scattered across the walls. Most of the food leftover had gone bad, but they did have a decent amount of medical supplies.

You sighed as you thought back to your home, your parents and your little baby sister. It was hard to keep track of the days you have been without your family, four or five months maybe. Your college days were long behind you now, no more parties, no more all nighters doing homework. Everything had been taken from you.

On an average day supply run, you can still see the tall billboards, promising a better future. The face of the man who decided to play God and Mother Nature. What bullshit. You wondered if he is dead now, if the zombies got to him like they did to everyone else in the towns.

One could only hope.

As for other survivors out there, you know that there are some sharing the near city with you. One day stores could have shelves of food and the next day there seems to be half. Although you haven’t crossed paths with any. Who knows if they would be friendly.

Maybe they’d put you out of your misery.

Most days that sounded nice. To be able to join your family in the afterlife. Somedays you knew you didn’t want to die, the fear of what comes next after death chilled your bones. You certainly don’t want to feast off human guts and brains for the next eternity. What if the undead are still the people they were before? Maybe they can only watch themselves turn into a monster.

As you were running low on filling meals, left with light snacks, you decided it was best to into the deeper parts of the city. It was risky, considering it used to be the most populated, but desperate times come to desperate measures.

You grabbed your gear and your sharp machete and adjusted your makeshift armor straps before taking off. Staying low in the tree was one of the safer moves, taking the longest way into the city in hopes of avoiding hordes. The nature was a beautiful sight, the refreshing smell of pine and the distant trickling of water. Normally it'd be calming if you didn't have to fear the undead lurking.

You wondered if nature would begin to go back in time, before the greedy human fingers that destroyed their beauty. However, you wondered if there would be any animal left once the zombies come and eat them as well. One could only hope they'll be okay.

As the trees began to thin out, you could see the city that used to home to many. The streets were covered in half eaten corpses, trash from the chaos and blood. In the beginning, this sight had you emptying your stomach in a near by bush, 10 deep breaths and one 'you can do this'. These days though, it was just the normal sight you'd become accustomed to.

Normally, these trips would be to the same grocery store you've been too for the last few months. You knew these roads now, and every nook and cranny on the way there. But today was different. You were tired of looking like you just crawled out of an old ladies closet, no offense to her. So you decided to head towards one of the stores with both clothing and food. Hopefully you'd find a new blanket to take as well.

There was a light pep in your step as you made your way there, a small amount of excitement you haven't felt in a long time at the thought of some new clothes. You wondered what else there would be there besides what you need and that thought was fun to think about. So similar to what would've went through your head before the destruction of humanity.

You stuck close to the walls of the tall buildings, trying to be as quiet as you could. You couldn't afford to risk being caught now, out in the open by the dead before you even had a chance to see how bad the rest of the city really was.

What you didn't realize, though, was how lost you were in your thoughts. You inched closer to that dark alleyway you would've avoided originally, one that could hide several lurking bodies within.

It was too late by then, a large and warm hand covered your mouth as an arm wrapped itself around your torso. Alarm bells were going off in your head, slowly realizing that you had to escape before you met your doom. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, praying to whatever was out there to let you live for another day.

"Would you shut up? I'd rather not regret saving your ass." It was a harsh whisper against your ear, but it did its job as you calmed in the unknown (hopefully) humans arms. "You were being followed." This time the voice was soft, hand finally falling away from your mouth to pull you closer and further into the darkness.

Only then did you notice the scuffing of feet and deep voices. You could tell they weren't far, and they clearly would've seen you walking alone at some point. A thousand 'thank yous' raced through your head towards the person behind you and you could only hope they could feel how thankful you were. You turned to look towards the stranger, only seeing that is was a male who was taller than you. Or at least, thats what you assumed.

The two of you stayed within the alleyways darkness even after the group walked past and out of ear shot. You heard a breath of relief behind you, followed by a brief brush of shoulders. As the man peered out from the darkness, you saw the messy mop of black hair and a quarter of his face. Inching closer to the man, your eyes popped over his shoulder and scanned for any signs of movement. When you both deemed it safe, he motioned you with his fingers and brought you in the opposite direction of the group.

"The hell were you doing out in the open like that?" He said above a whisper. However you were shocked by the way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, simply managing a small shrug. He rolled his eyes at you in response, "I'm Yunho.. I've been living in that upscale apartment complex a ways down for about a month, and I swear I've seen everyone who is left around here. You're new?"

You scoffed lowly and looked over your shoulder. Why was he telling you this? Did he want to take you back and murder you for supplies? "I've been living in the woods, there was a farm a little ways out and I've only stuck to the store on that side of town."

Yunho hummed, seemingly lost in thought. He didn't seemed too beat up for being out here alone, not like you at least. There were scratches on your arms from shrubbery as well as old blood from a run in with the dead. Yunho was handsome and from the glimpses of his smile, you could tell it was bright.

You had been walking side by side for awhile now, going into the town deeper than you ever had been. The building were getting taller, more expensive and grand. First floor windows were either boarded up or broken, probably either hiding or stealing. You could picture the busy streets, the high class fashion of the upper working class.

"If you've been here for a month, how come you haven't tried to make friends?" You said softly, looking up at Yunho curiously.

"I had ran into the leader about two weeks ago," He scratched his head, looking from side to side while he kept an eye out. "It was fine at first, we made small talk in one of the stores." Yunho pointed behind him and rolled his eyes, "Somewhere back there, I don't remember. We talked for awhile before one of his buddies came in and claimed he could see a bite mark.. All hell broke out after, but I snuck out the back."

You rose your brows and patted him on the shoulder. "His buddy sounds like a real winner."

When you reached the building, you were pretty amazed at the shape it was left in. There was only one window that was broken, leaving the rest of them untouched. "I don't think anyone attempted to stay here so it was pretty much abandoned." Yunho smirked to himself and took a deep breath before he opened the front doors. "After you, ma'am." He bowed and gestured for you to take a step indoors. You gaped at the interior, if you thought hard enough you could see this place lit up and running as it should. The fountain glowing as the clear water fell into each bowl, grand chandeliers brightening the room. Your face was stuck, awestruck with a small smile. You wished you could've saw everything work in action or had the opportunity to stay a night here with room service.

"Woah.." You whispered when an arm was thrown around your shoulder.

"Wanna go room hunting with me? I've only been to the first five floors." Yunho whispered back as, he too, studied the hotel lobby. Pursing your lips, you shrugged and looked up at Yunho. Studying his features for a few brief moments. He was, indeed, very handsome.

Yunho watched you from the corner of his eye, his lips twitching into a smile. As fast as he could, Yunho turned his whole head to catch you in the act. The smile turning into a giant smirk. "See something you like?" He spoke first, head cocking to the side. "It's okay, I see something I like as well." A wink was sent your way, causing a blush to cover your features.

"Shut up," You joked, side eyeing him before your elbow met his ribs. He chuckled at you and took your hand to pull you to the stairs. "Find me some nice clothes and I'll reward you with a treat." Instead of your voice giving off a confident tone, it came out small and squeaky, leading your blush to darken a tenfold.

"Oh? And what is the treat? I think I should know before doing what I'm told."

"Guess it depends on how well you do."

After several hours of searching, jokes and excitement from not expired food, Yunho was able to come up with a nice sturdy set of blue jeans, a pair of leggings, some new combat boots, three shirts and one giant ass hoodie. He looked at you with wide and innocent eyes, silently asking you for his treat.

With a long sigh, you plopped yourself down on the couch and gestured him to come closer. As soon as he was within arms reach, you gripped his shirt and pulled him down on top of you. "Y/n.. you can't have my shirt." He said with a shit eating grin.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

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