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voidpetrova · 9 months

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all mine — derek hale x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, p in v sex, vampire!reader, rivalry trope, creampie, sadism, requested fic!!

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synopsis: he needs recruits for his pack, you need recruits for a pack of your own. the town is big enough for only one supernatural phenomenon, but you refuse to go down without a fight.

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the night air was thick with tension as you prowled through the dimly lit streets of beacon hills. moonlight spilled onto the asphalt, casting long shadows that danced around you. you were far from the usual supernatural resident of this town. you had no pack, no allegiances, and no high-and-mighty purpose. your existence was fueled by something simpler, more primal—you relished the act of feeding on humans.

stiles and scott, your two unlikely friends, often warned you about the dangers lurking in the supernatural world, and tonight had proven their point. they were your allies in this strange town, and while you didn't exactly need their protection, you enjoyed their company. the trio had faced numerous challenges together, but tonight, you were in the spotlight. derek hale, the brooding alpha werewolf, had been pursuing you relentlessly. he saw you as a potential recruit for his pack, a means to strengthen his power. however, you had no intention of bowing to his authority or becoming a pawn in his game.

tonight, the confrontation reached its climax in a desolate alleyway. derek, muscles rippling beneath his taut skin, blocked your path. the full moon accentuated his fierce demeanor, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he growled, “join my pack, or face the consequences.” you sneered, your lips curving into a wicked smile. your voice dripped with the an almost seductive arrogance as you purred, “consequences? darling, you really don't know who you're dealing with, do you?”

his nostrils flared, and he lunged at you, his claws extended. in the blink of an eye, you moved, a blur of motion, easily sidestepping his attack. his fist struck the brick wall with a resounding thud, creating a shower of debris. the alpha stumbled backward, wincing in pain.

with a self-satisfied smirk, you approached him, your eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “derek, darling, let me make something clear. i'm not joining your pack. in fact, i'm here for recruits of my own. i have no noble agenda like yours—i simply have the need to feed.”

derek's rage and frustration were evident, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak. you had compelled him, and he was left powerless to resist. as he helplessly watched you, his hatred slowly morphed into something entirely different—a fascination that burned brighter with each passing moment.

your smile widened, a predatory glint in your eyes. “so, derek, are you curious yet? i have a feeling you and i could have a lot of fun together.”

and in that alleyway, under the watchful gaze of the moon, an unexpected connection began to take root—an alliance fueled by mutual curiosity, defiance, and the allure of the supernatural world that surrounded them.

the tension between you and derek lingered in the air, palpable and charged. he remained on the ground, pinned not by physical force but by your compelling presence. you exuded an aura of enigmatic allure, a dangerous beauty that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

derek's anger, once fierce and unyielding, had transformed into an intricate web of conflicting emotions. he found himself captivated by your honesty, or perhaps it was the brazen way you embraced your darkness that intrigued him. it was a quality he rarely encountered in the supernatural world—a ruthless pragmatism that echoed his own.

his breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps as your words slithered through his mind. he could feel the delicate tendrils of your compulsion wrapping around his thoughts, and he was powerless to resist. there was a raw honesty to your confession, an unapologetic embrace of your true nature that struck a chord within him. “you—you're different," he stammered, struggling to find his voice. "most vampires i've encountered are colder, more ruthless.”

your laughter, like the tinkling of glass against glass, filled the alley. “i assure you, i can be just as ruthless when necessary. but what sets me apart is my honesty. i don't pretend to be something i'm not. i revel in the darkness that courses through my veins.”

the moonlight bathed you in an ethereal glow, casting a halo of radiance around your form. it was a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to derek, a constant reminder of the beast that resided within him. serek's eyes never wavered from yours, and in that moment, he realized that he was drawn to you in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. it was a dangerous attraction, one that defied logic and reason. he knew that aligning himself with you could lead to consequences he couldn't yet foresee, but he was willing to explore this uncharted territory.

with great effort, he pushed himself to his feet, his movements cautious and deliberate. “i won't join your pack,” he said, his tone resolute. “but i won't stand in your way either.”

and so, in that alleyway bathed in moonlight, a fragile truce was born. two supernatural beings, bound by their dark desires and their defiance of the norms of their respective worlds, began a dance of intrigue and temptation. the world of beacon hills had just become a little more complicated, and derek hale found himself entangled in a web of shadows, drawn by the enigmatic allure of the vampire who refused to conform to the rules of their supernatural existence.

in the days that followed that fateful night in the alley, derek found himself unable to shake the allure of your presence. he watched from the shadows as you moved through beacon hills, a graceful and deadly predator in your own right. it was a stark contrast to his own pack, where strength and dominance were measured in more traditional ways.

he observed you with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, like a moth hovering on the edge of a flame. there was a certain elegance to your brutality, a refinement in the way you dispatched your victims. it was as if you took pleasure not only in the act of feeding but also in the artistry of it all.

one evening, he watched you from a distance as you entered a dimly lit bar, the neon sign flickering above the entrance. you sat alone at the bar, a glass of crimson liquid in hand. it was a curious sight—the vampire who reveled in the darkness, seeking solace in the anonymity of a human establishment. derek couldn't help but wonder what thoughts swirled within your enigmatic mind as you sipped your drink.

as the night wore on, he approached the bar, taking a seat a few stools away from you. you acknowledged his presence with a sidelong glance, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips. the air between you crackled with unspoken tension, a palpable awareness of the connection that was slowly forming.

“you seem to have a fascination with me, derek,” you purred, your voice as smooth as silk. “or is it curiosity?” he didn't respond immediately, choosing instead to study you with those intense, cobalt eyes. “maybe it's a bit of both,” he admitted finally. “you're unlike anyone I've ever met.”

your laughter was low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine. “that's because i refuse to be confined by the rules of our kind. i embrace my nature without apology, and that terrifies some.” derek nodded in understanding. he knew all too well the weight of expectations and the burden of legacy that came with being an alpha. but here, in the presence of a vampire who was unapologetically herself, he felt a sense of liberation, a flicker of something he had long buried beneath layers of responsibility.

days turned into weeks, and your encounters with derek became more frequent. he found himself drawn to your boarding house, a place that exuded both elegance and darkness. the scent of bourbon hung in the air as you sat in solitude, contemplating the world beyond the shadows.

one evening, he joined you on the porch, the creak of the wooden floor beneath his boots breaking the silence. he held out a bottle of bourbon, a silent offering. you accepted it with a nod of appreciation, pouring a generous amount into your glass.

“sometimes,” you began, your voice soft and reflective, “i wonder if it's all worth it. this existence, the darkness that consumes us. but then, i take a sip of this,” you raised your glass, the amber liquid catching the moonlight, “and i remember why i embrace it.” derek studied you, his gaze searching for answers to questions he couldn't quite articulate. “we all have our demons,” he said finally. “our own reasons for living in the shadows.”

a knowing smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “that we do, derek. and perhaps, in each other, we've found a kindred spirit—one who understands the allure of the darkness and the beauty that can be found within it.”

and so, in the quiet moments shared on that moonlit porch, derek hale and the vampire with the seductive allure formed a bond that transcended the boundaries of their supernatural worlds. it was a connection forged in the fires of curiosity and defiance, a fragile thread that held the promise of something deeper, something neither of them had anticipated.

a few weeks into your growing connection with derek, you decided to make a memorable entrance at the local bar. you had a reputation for leaving a lasting impression, and this night would be no exception. the bar was buzzing with activity when you walked in, the dim lighting casting a seductive haze over the patrons. a tray of martinis passed by, and with a swift, graceful movement, you snatched one from it, the crystal glass glistening in your hand. all eyes turned toward you as you made your way through the crowd, exuding an air of effortless confidence.

stiles, always the first to dive headfirst into any opportunity, was the first to approach you. he leaned in intimately from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “fancy a game of pool?” you turned to meet his gaze, a wicked gleam in your eyes. “why not?” you replied with a playful smile.

stiles's hand found its way to your waist, his touch possessive as he guided you toward the pool table. as you bent over to line up your shot, he leaned in even closer, his chest pressing against your back. the scent of his arousal hung in the air, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity.

meanwhile, derek watched from a distance, his jaw clenched with a mixture of frustration and jealousy. he could smell Stiles's arousal, and it gnawed at him, igniting a fierce possessiveness deep within him. unable to contain his emotions any longer, he strode forward, his movements predatory. he reached out, firmly snatching your wrist and pulling you away from the pool table and stiles's grasp. with an apologetic glance at stiles, you allowed derek to guide you through the crowded bar and out into a nearby alleyway.

the cold night air hit you both as you stood in the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the bar fading into the background. derek's eyes bore into yours, his voice low and demanding. “you don't belong to anyone, especially not him.” you met his intensity with a challenging gaze of your own. “i don't belong to anyone, derek. i told you, i make my own choices.”

his grip on your wrist tightened, his anger and frustration evident. “i won't let him touch what's mine.” the possessiveness in derek's voice sent a shiver down your spine, and a dangerous smile curled your lips. “oh, der, i'm not anyone's to claim. but perhaps,” you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, “you can convince me otherwise.”

in the alleyway, amid the tension and desire that crackled in the air, a new layer of complexity was added to your evolving connection with derek. the dynamics within the beacon hills supernatural circle had shifted, and as the night continued, the flames of intrigue and temptation burned brighter than ever.

you liked the way his breath felt on your neck. warm, but still somehow able to raise goosebumps across the surface. it was the same way his touch ignited fire, yet left coldness in its wake. he made you dizzy with his attention to detail, the way he'd leave your head spinning and vision blurry all because he knew exactly what buttons to press and when to press them. he was rough, and yet careful, like every move was calculated in an effort not to cause you unnecessary pain, and he never left any unintentional bruises. he made you feel intoxicated by the taste of his tongue—sometimes, his spearmint toothpaste and sometimes, you. he was god-like, when he had you like that, and you knew he liked the power trip—to feel superior in this one part of his life he could control.

he pressed his lips against yours, stubble prodding at your soft cheeks as his lips melted against yours. it started off slow and sensual, but only for a splot second. his right hand grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he pushed you into the wall. you struggled against his touch, but against the lust that fueled his every move, you were unable to pull your wrists out of his grip.

“you're not going anywhere,” he purred against your ear. you struggled some more, but for the first time in forever, you gave up. you gave up and succumbed to him. “just like that, that's good.” you stopped resisting, finally melting into his touch completely. he smiled against the crook of your neck, stubble littering goosebumps against his skin as he peppered kisses against your neck. you bit back a moan when the kissing turned into sucking, his teeth pulling on your soft skin, popping vessels and leaving bruises that threatened to stay for a while.

you felt weak under his touch, the hairs on your neck standing up as you felt the straps of your tank top slide down your arms. derek's rough, veiny fingers hooked each strap as he pulled them down, revealing your lacy bra as you slipped out of the top. he couldn't help but grunt at the sight of your tits bursting out of your bra, his hands involuntarily rushing to your boobs. he could only toy with them in awe, your moans bringing him pleasure. never had you been able to imagine yourself so powerless, especially not in his presence.

“what's the matter, princess?” he practically taunted, his voice thick with lust as he licked the outline of one of your breasts, the tip of his tongue tracing your nipple before engulfing it whole. “cat got your tongue?” you couldn't help but tug at his locks of black hair, a gasp passing your lips despite your best efforts to bite back your moans.

“i've had better, hale,” you retorted, a small smirk painting your lips as his piercing gaze shot upwards, meeting yours. he was all but pleased with your answer, and he proved that by tugging at your nipple with his teeth, provoking a sensation that was flooded with pain and pleasure. it was his turn to smirk.

he had you crying in a matter of seconda. he had his palm splayed over your mouth, your cute little cries muffled while he bullied his thick cock into your pussy. your nails scraped at his back, marking his broad muscles with your desperation. he was so big and mean—didn't let you move, didn't let you speak, whispering in your ear, telling you to take it. to take what's yours and be his good little bitch. he bit your neck, running his teeth along your skin, telling you all you’re good for is warming his cock. when he finally lost himself in the feeling of your fleshy cunt squeezing around his dick, he told you to pick a number. “six,” you barely managed a whisper. he forced you to count all his hard strokes in your cunt until tears started to spill onto the slope of your cheeks, until you were gritting your teeth at how deep he was fucking you, until you were finally screaming as he came, spilling his white sticky cum into the used pocket of your pussy.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and low, little strands of hair clinging to his forehead while he stared at the way his cum spilled out your pussy, dripping lewdly into your soft, moist folds. you nodded weakly, gasping as he collected the cum out of your pussy onto his finger, licking the sticky white liquid with a sadistic smile.

he knew that if you were still conscious, he must not have gone hard enough.

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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can I request a story where ao’nung is the reader’s step brother and she accidentally flashed him and he couldn’t handle himself and he knows its wrong but he just had to mate with her

(I know this is weird but i’ve just been fantasising about it)

Under control

Stepbro Ao'nung x female metkayina reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: explicit smut, stepcest (= they’re stepsiblings, means they’re not blood related!), aged up characters, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, slightly obsessive Ao’nung, teasing, sexual tension, slightly bratty reader, p in v, creampie

Notes: I hope you both don’t mind that I fused these two requests together, they just fit so well 👀 (definitely not my best work lol I wrote this instead of sleeping and it’s not proofread so it probably won’t make much sense)

Na’vi translation:

Tsmuke - sister

Ao'nung thought he had it under control.

He really thought that he would easily be able to restrain himself, when you joined his family of five, as some kind of stepsister.

You were pretty, no doubt. And Ao’nung lied to himself that it was normal, the way he looked at you. He tried to make himself believe that it was probably hard for every men to peel their eyes off of you whenever you walked by with that sway of your hips, almost seductively, or emerged from the water like some goddess.

No, there was definitely nothing wrong with him. It was totally normal that his gaze lingered on your body for way longer than necessary, consuming every inch of your skin, eyes following every droplet of sea water that ran down your body to places where he’d like to touch, kiss, bite and— no.

He had it under control.

You were considered part of his family now and he had to brush off these kind of thoughts about you.

And he definitely had it under control.

That was, until he stumbled upon you on a late evening, down at the shore. It was his secret spot, a piece of hidden beach, far from the village, where he’d often spent some time away from any annoying duties as the future olo’eyktan of his clan. Apparently, you had discovered that place too.

Great, he thought, you really can’t have shit for yourself on these islands…

Ao’nung was about to send you off, tell you to find your own spot and leave him alone. But the sight that revealed in front of him throws him off guard completely.

You had intended to sunbath here, where you were undisturbed and alone. Savoring the last few rays of sun, before the eclipse would begin. Completely oblivious of your stepbrothers presence, you had untied your top and loincloth and lied down, your eyes fluttering shut when your back met the warm sand. Ao’nung had to swallow thickly and his hands flexed into tight fists on his sides, while he watched you from afar.

Every day it was getting harder for him to contain himself when you were around. Especially difficult, if he was forced to watch your body move in the clear water all day long. How your top would sometimes rise up, when you tied your hair together, almost exposing your chest to him. How tight your clothes would cling to your curves when you emerged from the water. And how you dried yourself in the sun, just like right now. With the last droplets of sea water collecting in your navel and sweat beading on your breasts, making his mouth water. Fuck, you really had some pretty tits. The perfect size, so round and soft looking that he wanted to bury his head in between them.

Ao’nung knew he should go. He should go and cool off, but the place where he would usually go to do just that, was unfortunately already occupied. And that’s when he finally lost it, his self control.

Enough is enough, he thought and approached you with determination written clearly on his face.

"You’re a little tease, you know that?"

"Fuck– Ao’nung", you gasp, startled, and quickly fold both of your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself. "Don’t sneak up on me like that!"

"Sneak up on you?", your stepbrother scoffed, "You’re the one laying naked on the beach, for the whole world to see, in broad daylight!"

"Well, to my defense, I thought I was alone", you explained, rolling your eyes at him. You knew that Ao’nung was protective of his family, but he wasn’t your father. And you wouldn’t let him shame you for doing something as simple as sunbathing.

"Oh, don’t play dumb with me", Ao’nung suddenly sneered with a sharp grin on his face, "You know exactly that this is where I go to be alone. And you happen to have a sunbath right here? Naked?"

You frown at his words. "I mean yes, but… i thought you and Rotxo were still—", you begin to stammer, but Ao’nung is quick to cut you off with a laugh, shaking his head.

"No, you know exactly that I wasn’t with Rotxo all day." He takes a step closer to you and you had to crane your neck to look up at him now. "Sounds to me like you did that on purpose", he chuckles, tilting his head, "Say, are you trying to seduce your big brother?"

A faint blush suddenly garnishes your cheeks and the tip of your ears and your eyes widen, "Seduce you? I’m sorry, what?" You laugh, but can’t help the way it sounds a little forced, only adding further to Ao‘nungs suspicion.

The smirk on Ao‘nungs face is almost dangerous now, sharp fangs poking out between his lips and you catch a glimpse of his tongue swiping over them as if he’s hungry and staring at a meal he’s about to devour. And then your eyes fall lower, lower, all the way down to what’s right in front of your face.

Ao’nungs gaze follows yours and then he chuckles, watching how you stare at the prominent bulge of his boner, you were currently eye level with. "See anything you like, tsmuke?"

Your eyes flick up to him again, the blush on your cheeks growing more red as you stare at each other. But then you suddenly smile, as smugly as ever, "Don’t tell me a little bare skin made you that hard?"

Slowly, Ao‘nungs face drops to something close to a scowl, a sight that makes you giggle. His ego surely was as big as he was tall and he was just so easy to tease, you had realized about a year ago, using this fact as an advantage whenever he tried to tease you. Usually, it helped you get out of whatever trouble you were in. Gave you the upper hand in any fight. Usually…

"Are you a virgin, nungy?", you giggle, tilting your head almost mockingly, "Is this your first time seeing a girl naked?"

Slowly, almost sensually, you drop your arms from your chest, letting your hands glide over your breast, fingers brushing over your hardened nipples, letting goosebumps appear on your body, before they fall to your sides. Ao’nung swallows.

"Cut that out", he growls through gritted teeth, "You know I hate that nickname."

Again, you giggle and in an innocent gesture, you fold your hands together in your lap, purposefully causing your breasts to be squished together between your arms and making them appear bigger. "Well, are you?"

His hand snaps to your jaw so quick that you can barely proceed that they had moved at all, squeezing your soft cheeks between his fingers in a strong grip. "Oh, you wanna find out?", he growls.

There’s the tiniest movement, barely a nod, but with the way Ao’nung was gripping your jaw, holding you firm, it was all you could manage. But it was all that he needed, to finally, finally give in to you, give in to himself, to loose his last bit of self control.

Ao‘nung grins as he crouches down to be eye level with you, abandoning your jaw in order to hold your shoulders and push you back down against the sand with soft thud. He manhandles you into position, legs spread and then angled- no, rather folded so your knees were almost touching your ears.

His hands are on the backside of your thighs, keeping them open and presenting your glistening cunt to him like a five course meal. With a chuckle, Ao’nung licks his lips, "Look at you, I‘ve barely even started and you’re soaking already."

A shudder runs through you at this, his face so close to the space between your legs that you felt his hot breath against your skin.

"Is that why you were 'sunbathing' here? Are you getting off from flashing your brother, huh? So wet just because I��ve seen your pretty tits."

"Stepbrother…", you mutter softly, a weak attempt to defend your dignity. There’s a cute pout forming on your flustered face, much to Ao’nungs amusement. "Doesn’t fucking matter", he shrugs and grins, "You’re still a filthy girl, about to get fucked so good that you’ll be screaming my name. Your stepbrothers name."

The moment those words had left his lips, he wasted no more time and with a speed born of practice, he dove headfirst between your thighs. He kissed your pubic bone, traveling down to part your folds with his tongue and spread you open with a long lick, ending with his mouth on your clit. He sucked and lapped and made you squirm within seconds. Another stroke with his tongue, followed by a deep kiss on your throbbing clit, and then he came up for air, savoring your taste and scent.

You still smell like the ocean from your previous swim, skin warm from drying in the sun and theres a sweetness to your taste that lights a fire inside him.

"Eywa, you taste so damn good", Ao’nung groans as he lick his lips. His chest heaves as he catches his breathe, unintentionally mimicking the way you were trying to do the same. Your breath hitches in your throat when he lowers his head again, the tickle of his tongue induces a shaky moan as he begins to rim your entrance, strong hands holding you from squirming away. When his tongue pushes inside, your legs twitch to spread them wider and your hips push up for more, trying to grind on Ao’nungs face in pure reflex. Your body definitely knew what it wanted, no matter how wrong it may be.

Your arousal, hot and wet on his mouth, drove him wild with lust. With each stroke, he felt you open up more and more, your warm slickness leaking out and sliding down his chin as he devoured you. Ao’nung could take you right now if he wanted to— so wet, so eager, so very ready. He could ram into you balls-deep as easy as anything. The urge shot like lightning through his core and into his cock. He could rip down his loincloth, grab you by the ankles and fuck you into the sandy ground till you screamed. If he really laid into you, they'd hear it from the other end of the shore, all the way down to the village. Let everyone know that Ao’nung was doing something forbidden, that he was fucking his precious stepsister and he was doing a real good job with it.

Those thoughts made him moan into your pussy and he delved as deep as he could go. He felt every movement rippling through you, every tiny twitch and spasm. Just warning tremors now, but the big one was coming and he'd make sure it came hard.

"Hmm oh fuck", you hummed breathlessly, "m‘so close, right there. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop please! Please I’m gonna cum!" Your voice had turned into a sweet whine and your head lolled, but in your core, the muscles that had melted just moments ago began to tighten, tense and tremble as you neared the edge.

And then he placed a skilled kiss to your clit and your breath caught. He knew that sound, has heard it so many times before, when you were playing with yourself in the other room of the marui, thinking that everyone was already sound asleep. When he was listening, fisting his cock in a furious pace, to the sweet sounds that you made, wondering what you were thinking about. Such a tiny noise, barely audible, and with a low moan of anticipation, he buried his face into you. Your back arched, quivering— right there, right there, as you felt yourself poised on the brink, and with a breathless, "Coming," you did.

You trembled as the tingling feeling of your orgasm pulsed through your veins. Your body bucked in reflex— once, twice, and the third time became a shuddering full-body spasm as you drew out the feeling for as long as you could. Then, slowly, it released you and withdrew, leaving you completely breathless.

"Hm, well that was easy", Ao’nung chuckled lowly as he came back up, the bottom half of his face glistening in your juices. The sight made you blush. He then finally let go of your thighs in order to drape your legs over his strong shoulders, pulling you close enough that you felt the tip of his hard cock prodding at your entrance. "You have another one in you, don’t you? Cause I need to feel you come around my cock like that."

"Yes, yes fuck, Ao’nung please", you whine, simultaneously nodding your head as best as you can, "need you to fuck me, don’t hold back!"

"Oh don’t worry, tsmuke, I’ve lost all of my self control about twenty minutes ago", Ao’nung tells you with a sharp grin, "Not even Eywa could make me hold back now."

And with that, he pushes forwards, the head of his cock nudging itself through your wet entrance with minimal resistance and your mouth drops in a silent gasp as the first few inches press into you. It’s a tight, snug fit, and the pleasure shivers through his entire body as he digs his hands into the soft skin of your waist and feels the silky, perfect heat of your cunt clenching down on him. You’re wet, slicked with arousal and spit, relaxed from your previous orgasm, yet he still groans, "S-Shit and you’re calling me a virgin? You’re fucking tight like one!"

Ao’nung released a deep breath, that he didn’t even realize he was holding, when he was finally buried to the hilt inside you. He could come just from this, just from finally being inside of you, without even moving or actually laying a finger on you— and he’s tempted to, if only he wasn’t trying to prove something here. A lame excuse for the both of you to finally give in to each other.

"I‘m not… not tight", you mumble, "you’re just so f-fucking big!"

"Yeah that’s probably right", your stepbrother scoffed and both of his muscular arms came to hug your legs even tighter against his chest, your ankles locking behind his head. Ao’nung then pulls all the way out, leaving only the tip inside, before slamming back into you. Toes curling, you cry out in ecstasy. Lewd slapping sounds of flesh against flesh fill both of your ears within seconds, as Ao’nung sets a hard and fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to be reduced to a blubbering mess of whimpers and moans as he repeatedly stretches and fills you.

You arch your back as another wave of pleasure rushes through you and the angle allows him to fuck even deeper into you. Above you, Ao’nung groans and hisses, cursing your tightness and the way your wet walls seem to massage his cock as he plunges it in and out of you.

He was thrusting into you so hard now, it knocked the very air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath. You already felt so close again, another orgasm building so painfully quick inside you, that you could barely keep up with it.

"Do it", Ao’nung said, sounding almost as breathlessly as you did. It was only now that you realized, you must’ve said something about your approaching orgasm. "Fucking do it, come on this cock. C‘mon, be a good girl and I’ll fill you up with my cum."

Like you were obeying a command, your eyes rolled back and your eyelids shut, finally feeling yourself tipping over the edge with a scream of his name. Your second orgasm completely knocked the breath out of you then, body exploding in a hot burst of pleasure that made you see stars.

"There you go." His words were barely audible over your moans, chants of curses and his name, as he helped you through it. "You’re squeezing me so tight, o-oh fuck, so good."

Ao’nung knew that there was no going back from this now. The damage was done, the border was crossed and both of you would surely land in what the humans would call hell. But by eywa was it worth it, with the way he felt your tight pussy clamp down around his cock in such a vice-like grip, that he had trouble pulling out properly and slamming back in.

How could something that was supposed to be wrong even feel so damn good?

He fucked you harder now, desperately pounding into you as he chased his own desperate release. His body locked up, every muscle becoming rock hard, and then a shudder started from the base of his spine, flowering outward through his entire body. You felt him come harder than you expected him to, you had to admit.

Ao’nung gave one last thrust, hips pausing, and then you felt it flowing— hot shots of cum pumped into you, filling you up nice and warm as he lost himself inside you with a groan.

You still weren’t there, not really, not when he pulled out with a heavy sigh, when the cum started to drool down your legs and when he shuffled to his feet. Your thoughts were syrupy-slow, still drunk of the feeling of two so mind blowing orgasm, that it took you several moments to realize that Ao’nung was reaching a hand out for you to take.

He rolls his eyes when you finally take it and then he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs. Immediately, you begin to claw on his arms. A desperate attempt to keep you from falling, as your knees buckled like you were a freshly birthed Yerik foal. You mutter a quiet curse, your gaze adverted to the ground in embarrassment.

"Hm, sorry i kinda lost control", Ao’nung chuckles, his chest puffing up in pride, "Still think your big brother’s a virgin or did I fuck that thought right out of you?"

You look up at him and glare, or at least you try to, but fail miserably thanks to the blush spreading all over your face, making you look more flustered and coy than anything else. You only hum your response, not trusting your voice just yet. You were sure that it was hoarse by now, from the way you were screaming his name just moments ago. It’s a defeated sound that’s like music to his ears and you press your lips into a thin line, while he gathers your loincloth off the ground and ties it around your hip. A self-satisfied smile spreads over his lips by the sight of his cum running down the inside of your thighs.

"Yeah that’s what I thought."

#ao’nung #aonung x reader #ao’nung x female reader #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung x female reader smut #Avatar #Avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #atwow #aonung x y/n #aonung x female reader #aonung x you #ao’nung x y/n #ao’nung x you #Ao’nung x metkayina reader #metkayina

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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I love your stories!! And I was wondering if you would do some George Weasley x Reader where the reader is good friends with Ron ( same age as him, so like 2 years younger than George ) but has always had a crush on George. then while staying at the burrow for the holidays there is all this sexual tension and one night they kinda stumble across each other ( like while up for a glass of water or something ) and FINALLY have sex.

Yeah! I haven’t written form him before so i hope this is good!

Best friends brother..

Paring: George Weasley x POCfem!reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, reader is 18+ oral(f receiving) (p in v)

The Weasley house was quiet as everyone slept, as for you, you couldn’t. You spent the last 20 minutes tossing and turning on the couch you couldn’t stay still nor clear your mind of your best friends brother, George to be exact. You knew Ron would have your head if you ever mentioned having a crush on his older brother.

But with coming over during the holidays you where bound to see him. Tension was building, how his eyes looked you up and down scanning you so shamelessly, the way his hand would ‘accidentally’ brush you wither it be your thigh when you sat next to him at the table, or the small of your back as he passed you. You could explode especially after to day. When you two stood alone in the kitchen helping make cookies, small talk going between each of you just the way he looking at you, how close his face was to yours. There was no fucking way he didn’t have a slight crush on you, his little brother’s best friend.

You snapped back after hearing foot steps come down the stairs you quickly move to your side closing your eyes pretending to be asleep. You could feel a presence lean over you then a hand touching your face creasing it lightly as of an intention not to disturb your ‘sleeping’ body.

“You’re so beautiful..” you heard Georges voices say, it soft and gentle as he looked down at you.

You could feel your face heat up at the complement “is the so..?” You said shyly.

His hand quickly moved from your face back to himself in a panic “oh- you’re awake, sorry! I didnt mean to wake you up!” His voice was panicked.

You turned your body looking at him, laughing at him. “Sorry i didnt mean to scare you.” You spoke sitting up.

“So you think I’m cute aye.” You smiled slightly tilting your head, looking at the red head that stood behind the couch.

He let out a ‘pff’ shoving his hand in his pockets, “yeah, yeah i do.” He said attempting to sound confident. A smile grew on your face watching him all embarrassed.

“Do you need some water I- I need some water.” He stumbled over his words pointing to the kitchen.

“You’re blushing a school girl, what happened to all the confidence from earlier getting all closed to me face like you where gonna kiss me but instead pulled away with a fat smirk as i stood there like an idiot.” You said teasing him as you got up walking to the kitchen. He didn’t say anything but he did fill up a cup with water turning to you as he took a slow drink of his water.

“Yeah, and?” He said plainly setting the cup down, his body leaned up against the counter.

The shirt he wore was a little small so it sat above is v line his pajama pants low on his waist. “Your eyes are wondering sweetheart..” your eyes shot back up to him seeing the smirk on his face.

“Common if you want me just say it.” He said, his cocky tone making you scoff.

He pushed himself off the counter walking towards you, you walked back finding yourself pinned against the counter. “Common baby use your words… i wanna hear you.” His voice was low and seductive.

“George..” you began, you watched his head tilt as he waited for you.

“kiss me, please kiss me.” You spoke, you couldn’t believe how fast all this had happen. How fast you folded.

His lips connect with yours the kiss started soft and tamed, his hand wrapped around you his hands gripping your hips. A soft moan left your lips enjoying the moment, letting your hands over his shoulders going into his red hair.

His hands went down cupping your ass putting you on the counter. Georges lips disconnected from yours. He tilted your head up kissing your neck, his rosey lips kissed up and down finally finding the spot that made you squirm.

“George, oh merlin..” you moaned the heat between your legs building up yearning for contact.

“Dont be to loud you don’t want everyone hearing you now do we?” He said his hands wandering to the top of your shorts. “Is this okay?” He asked your permission to take your shorts off.

“Yes.” In one smooth motion he slipped the shorts off your body as you sat on the counter feeling the cool air hit your heat.

“No panties?” He smiled shamelessly. His fingers trailed up your thigh, you opened your legs to him more his long fingers faintly trailed up your heat coating his fingers in your slick.

“Fuck.. your so wet…” he spoke making eye contact with you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting you on his tongue. You watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment the taste of you making him moan.

You watched as he lowered his head between your legs, his warm tongue sliding up between your folds a blissful moan escaping your mouth. Georges hands came up grabbing your tights pulling you in closer as he devoured you. One of his hands came up to your clit rubbing circles, his tongue moved in an erotic manner bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, just like that.” You moaned out, your hand slapped over you mouth to keep your pleads more quiet. The not in your stomach building up, your thighs presses themselves together not able to touch for the red head between your legs. “George..fuck im gonna cum” you warned your body jolting slightly having the wave of pleasure as he ate you to the end if your high.

He stood up straight leaning over your body that laid on to the counter. “You tase to good..” he said quietly licking is lips.

You cover your face at his words how four words rolled off his tongue so lewdly. “Common baby let ne see your face.” His hands wrapping around your wrist pulling them off your face, a teasing smile appearing on his face as he saw the state you where in.

“Hello beautiful its good to see your face again, not that i didn’t enjoy the view of earlier.” He chuckled, you smacked his chest only for him to let out a laugh.

“Stop. Oh my god.” You spoke to him a slight laugh could be heard from your tone.

“You loved every second of it..” he said his lips brushing over yours.

“Mmhm, i did.” You finished pulling him down to kiss you.

“I want you.” You said between kisses. You could feel his hard on rub against you as you made out.

“Please let me have you..” you begged moving your hips to make some sort of friction between you both.

He moved away pushing you back on the counter as he pulled his pants down a little bit taking himself out he lined himself up with you, he looked up at to to make sure you where okay with this just to check. You gave him a nod, in one swift motion he slid in to you. A soft whimper leaving his lips ad he felt your walls adjust around him.

He started to move the pleasure running over you made your head fall back a hushed moan coming from your lips as you felt his hips hit yours making sure he filled every inch of you. His hands gently began to massage your breast taking your nub into its mouth his wet tongue swirling around your harden nip. He continued to abuse your flesh leaving light hickeys on your darker complexion.

The kitchen was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and soft moans and whimpers. George could feel himself coming to his end he moved up looking at your face as he fucked you. He watched how your mouth was slightly gaped your eyes squeeze shut. “Hey look at me, i wanna see you pretty little eyes as i make you cum again.”

You opened your eyes meeting his brown ones, his red hair falling in to his face. You felt that familiar not build up again but faster this time as he hit the right spot over and over. He sat up pushing your legs open giving him more access, he looked down watching himself as he fucked you. “Common sweet girl cum for me.” His voice was smooth.

Your hands gripped his forearms feeling yourself come undone. “Good girl just like that..” the praise left his lips as he thrusted a few more times carrying your through your orgasm. He pulled out letting his seed spill on your stomach a quiet moan of your name left his lips as the ropes of cum laced your stomach.

Heavy breathing came between you as you sat up he cleaned himself up as he got a wash rag to wipe himself off your stomach. “Sorry if its cold.” He apologized before wiping the cum of you. You two stood there quietly cleaning up yourselves the sound of a door opening putting you both in a panic as he threw your shorts at you your hurriedly put them on almost falling in the process.

You turned around to see Ron, he didn’t say anything just looked his tired eyes squinting as George leaned against the sink taking a drink if water. A quite scoff came from the younger red head he wasn’t awake enough to question anything and just walked back up the stairs.

“He’s gonna say something at breakfast whats the excuse?” You asked

“I just fucked you on The counter.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I will break that water glass over your head.”

“I was just kidding,” he laughed “i came down to get water and woke you up on accident so we started talking.” He said a smile on his face.

You nodded, you didn’t know how you would explain this whole situation to Ron or if you even wanted to it all depends what happens after tonight. George walked over to you “i would invite you to come up to my bed but don’t want to get caught, so good night..” he said quietly giving you a kiss on your cheek then your lips his hand dragged along the small of your back as he walked towards the stairs.

“Sleep well.” Was the last thing he said before returning to his room.

How the fuck where you supposed to sleep after that. .

#george weasley #george weasely smut #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #ron weasley #george weasly x reader #weasley twins #weasly twins #fred and goerge weasley #harry potter fandom #poc!reader #black reader #fem reader #x reader

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sulieykte · 7 months

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𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 - 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

pairing : neteyam x omatikaya!reader a/n: i'm back with a little continuation of the day thirteen cut scene of a//r, because how could i not go for the biting prompt with these two :)) i also may have written this with no vision correction so i really mean it this time when i say if you see any spelling mistakes then no you didn't 😂 warnings: smut under the cut mdni, aged up character, toxic dynamic, possessive behaviour, manhandling, biting, blood tasting, p in v, creampie, not proofread word count: 1.3k masterlist | taglist

It had become a game.

One that only the two of you knew about. A twisted little game that had your blood running hot each time you played. Each time you won.

You had to question though, were there really any winners? When you left, veins still filled with ice towards each other, that was never enough to stem the fire between you?

Ralu would certainly never win this game. He had become nothing more than a pawn, meant only for destruction in aid of your goal to rile Neteyam up just enough to get what you wanted. It had become increasingly effective as he became more desperate, always left hanging, never quite getting enough from your touch.

“Come, Sevin. It’s been so long.” His arms wrap around your middle, pulling you into his body, his arousal pushing against your rear. His lips brush against your ear, an attempt at seduction made through low whispers. “Why don’t we take a visit to those caves you like so much?”

The twist in your stomach is not from his words, but the memory it elicits. Of hands around your throat, fingers caught in hair and you on your hands and knees. It’s not Ralu that has your core throbbing, not even as he strokes gentle patterns into your skin or the subtle roll of his hips against you.

It’s the eyes you find on you from across the camp. His fathers hand on his shoulder, and whatever the Olo’eyktan is telling him don’t seem to be important enough to hold his attention, and they’re not enough to tear his gaze from the hand that gets closer to your loincloth by the second.

It’s dizzying. Your pupils blown wide from the thrill. Neteyam hated when you touched Ralu, he’d been clear enough on that in the way he’d left your legs trembling last time you’d been caught, but he had never seen Ralu touch you. You never let it get this far, but now with all the blood rushing to your core in anticipation, you can’t help but take the risk.

Your fingers intertwine with the hand against your skin, trapping it against your stomach and your eyes are met with a furious gaze as you lean into Ralu’s welcoming hold.

“It has been a while.” There’s a soft hiss in your ear as you press back into him, his length pressing more urgently against you. Any concern you have about stalling only lasts a second. Neteyam excuses himself from the conversation with his father, and sets a rapid pace over to you. “I don’t think I can last the journey.”

Turning in his grasp, you meet his hungry eyes and run a hand down his heaving chest, settling a palm on his stomach. "And I don't think you can last either."

A shiver runs down your spine, when his eyes leave yours, widening in surprise as he tries to gain composure over his body. With fear or respect, his back straightens, an attempt at a casual expression on his face as he adjusts his loincloth. Your tewng nearly soaks through at the mere thought that it's the former that has Ralu so shaken.

"Lo'ak needs to see you."

Ralu doesn't even get a chance to speak before Neteyam's voice, so low that it's almost a growl, is in your ear.

"I'm sure Lo'ak can wai-"

"He can't." A hand wraps around your arm, threatening to bruise and you know you have truly won this time, even before you turn and catch the rage on his face. And for a moment, Ralu disappears, the rest of the clan an afterthought and all that’s left is you and him. A smirk, a glare and a promise of punishment.

“Ah Neteyam, I’m sure you’re brother won’t mind if she swings by later. I’ll make sure she sees him myself.” Your heads turn at the same time and Ralu takes a step back, hands raised in surrender. “I guess you must really go now.”

Neteyam practically tears your shoulder from its socket when he drags you away, and you have to run a little to match his pace. Whatever was left of the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son seemed to have slipped away as he ignored the eyes of the clan that followed your hurried exit. Had you finally pushed him over the edge after years of failed attempts?

He pushes you through the entry of your Marui and you catch yourself before you stumble over your feet but it does nothing to save you from the ground. He has you beneath him in a matter of seconds, hands held above your head in a vice grip.

“I bet you thought that was funny.”

“Hilarious.” You spread your legs wide, allowing him room to slot himself between them. He’s rock hard, wound up as much as you are when his hips press against yours. “But you have to admit, the way you ran across camp? Hysterical.”

“Oh yeah?” The raise of his brow bone has your thighs tightening around his hips, pulling him closer to you, gaining some friction that you desperately need. “Do you know what I found hilarious?” The hand not restraining your wrists makes quick work of untying the strings of your loincloth. “It’s only been a week and you’re already so desperate you’d throw yourself at him.” His fingers glide through your dripping folds until they find your clit, wasting no time in circling the swollen bud.

Your back arches, eyes fluttering shut as you give into the sensation, until it’s torn away. Your eyes shoot open, glaring up at him.

“Eyes on me Tìyawn. Don’t take them off me, not for a second.” Your face flushes. The one thing you could always count on with Neteyam was that it was always just sex. Hot, rough and fast. Impersonal. But this, this felt different. As he stared into your eyes, undoing his own loincloth and though everything in you screamed to disobey, to look away and keep it all from becoming real, but you can’t tear your eyes from his.

Not as he lines himself up with your entrance or when he pushes in agonisingly slow. You watch every contortion of his face as your cunt takes him in, squeezing his cock as it stretches you open. You watch his mouth drop open as he starts to roll his hips against yours, and the way his eyes go dark as he looks down at you.

“I think you’re confused Tìyawn.” He picks up the pace, has you keening as his tip hits your sweet spot. “I thought you’d got the message.” His hips are brutal, eyes intense as they bore into you. “Ralu certainly hasn’t… We need to do something about that.”

You’re too lost in the moment, moaning as he impales you with his cock, the force increasing with each thrust until there’s little thought left in your mind except pleasure and Neteyam. And you don’t realise what he means until his teeth are grazing the sensitive skin on your neck.

You cry out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as he sinks his teeth in, a mix of pain and pleasure and fear for what this all means.

“Netey-AH” His mouth latches over the wound, tongue swirling over the punctures in your skin, and the raw sensation paired with the brutal pace in which he slams into you, has you seeing stars and pulling at the grip he has on your wrists.

“You left your mark on me, it’s only fair I return the favour.” He stops his assault on your neck, his nose barely an inch from yours, relentless in fucking you until you’re barrelling over the edge, cunt convulsing around his length until he falls over it with you, spilling his hot seed into you as you milk him dry.

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lvndryyhoe · 1 year

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Could you do a Charlie walker x reader fanfic ? There’s so little on this app 😭 nsfw if u can

yes ofc!! ur so right tho there’s no Charlie smut on this app dhskdhdkdb…

warnings: virgin!charlie, experienced!reader, smut, virginity loss, overstimulation, p in v, riding

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you’ve had your eyes on the brown haired boy for a while now. you knew you could get whatever you wanted out of him, i mean, he’s in the cinema club for god’s sake…

- - - a few days ago - - -

you’re sat in your usual spot with jill and kirby when a tall figure comes up to you. “hm?” you hum at him. the boy snaps back into reality and clears his throat. “hi! i’m charlie walker, i’m looking for more people to join the cinema club. are you interested?” you look up at him for a brief moment with a confused expression. kirby snickers at your reaction. he opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but eventually walks away.

- - - present day - - -

you can’t stop thinking about that god damn boy. how hot it would be to see him writhe underneath you at the slightest touch. you’re so lost in your little daydream that you didn’t even notice the day was over. perfect. you thought, you’re going to go there now and try and get to know charlie a little better.

when you get there you crack open the slightly ajar door and see the boy sitting alone on one of the desks.

“hey charlie”

“oh- hey. hey y/n. i uhh, i didnt expect you to come!”

well i do.

you walk over to him, swaying your hips seductively.

once you get close to him he looks up at you. you’re both waiting for the other to make a move.

“y/n…please”

and with that you kiss him softly, you begin to straddle him and he leans forward simultaneously pushing his tongue into your mouth making you moan.

you get on your knees and unzip his jeans, getting rid of the constrictive fabric making him hiss at the sudden removal of his boxers. you lick an experimental stripe up his cock making him let out the hottest sound you’ve ever heard.

you make your way back on his lap and mark his neck with bites followed by sucks. when you look at him he nods his head again, confirming he's ready. you sink onto him in one swift motion making him buck his hips up into your tight cunt, groaning at the unfamiliar feeling.

you clench your walls around him and continue to ride him, letting out moans when you feel his warmth spill inside you, painting your walls white. he tries to pull out of you but you push him into the table, bouncing harder on his cock. he lets out louder whines as his dick twitches from the overstimulation.

finally, you clench around him one last time before pulling off him. you press one last kiss into his sweaty forehead before walking off, leaving him covered in both of your fluids.

#charlie walker #charlie walker smut #scream 4 #scream #scream fanfic #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker fanfic #lvndryyhoe #scream 4 fanfic

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negans-lucille-tblr · 3 months

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My Worthless Love || Part Three

Summary: At first, Dean can’t believe his luck that he gets to date a porn star, but soon the cracks start to show, and Dean gets to see a totally different side to the industry that bursts his bubble and leaves him torn.

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: Fluff, seduction, smut, slightly domme!Reader, slightly sub!Dean, second base, blowjob, p in v, mentions of porn, mentions of sex work, slight angst

Part WC: 2874

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Dean’s POV

Dean lost feeling in his arm about half an hour into the movie, but he hasn’t said anything, enjoying the feeling of Y/N snuggled into his side far too much to make her move. Though, he can’t help but feel a little relieved when he sees the credits start to roll, meaning it’s finally over and she might move and give him his dead limb back. But after a few moments, he realises she’s not going anywhere, and looks down at her to see her eyes are closed, and she’s fallen asleep. He’s careful to shift his weight under her, removing his feet from the coffee table and sitting up a little straighter, scooping his free hand under her head to stop it from falling as he finally moves his trapped arm and attempts to lay her head down on a couch cushion instead, readjusting the blanket to cover her shoulders and arms.

Standing up to his feet, Dean swings his arm around to encourage the blood flow to return, and reaches down for the TV remote to turn the movie off. He stares down at her for a moment, considering if he should attempt to move her to her bed without disturbing her once all the feeling has returned to his arm, or whether he should just leave her on the couch. Her couch is fairly big and comfortable, and it’s hardly cold, so the soft blanket draped over her frame will be enough to keep her warm throughout the night. He’d been careful in the three weeks since finding out about her work that he didn’t overstep any boundaries, determined to prove to her that he really is different. Dean just can’t quite work out if putting her to bed is a line he can cross or not.

Maybe he’s overthinking it, but he decides it’s safer he doesn’t do it, just in case it is a boundary she’s not ready for him to break through yet, and takes a deep breath, clearing away the empty bowl that had popcorn in it not long ago, and gathering the empty beer bottles to clear away into the kitchen. When he returns, Y/N is still asleep, and so he decides he’s going to head home, leaving a text on her cell to explain his absence for when she wakes up in the morning. Not that he’s stayed the night yet, anyway.

He reaches for his jacket and heads towards the door, trying to open it as quietly as he can so as not to disturb her, but the bolt on her door is pretty sturdy, and it clunks loudly when he tries to open it. He doesn’t look back, just keeps going, finally getting her door open and hoping he’s not woken her, when he hears her voice.

“Sneaking out on me?” she accuses, and as Dean turns around he sees a soft smirk on her lips.

“I didn’t want to wake you, and it’s pretty late, figured I’d outstayed my welcome,” he explains sheepishly.

“You could never outstay your welcome,” she reassures him, sitting up and hugging the blanket to her body.

Dean figures that now she’s awake, he can at least say goodbye the way they’ve grown accustomed to, and steps back into the apartment and closes her door, heading over to her to lean down and kiss her lips softly.

“Goodnight, sweetheart, go back to sleep,” he tells her quietly, but before he can straighten up, Y/N reaches out and clutches the front of his shirt.

“Wait, I’ve got something for you,” she tells him with a slight smirk, biting down on her bottom lip before throwing the blanket off of her body and getting up. “Wait there, okay?” she commands playfully. Dean holds his hands up in defense to indicate that he’ll do as he’s told, and perches himself on the arm of the couch as he waits.

“Why don’t you give it to me tomorrow, you clearly need rest,” he calls through to her as she disappears into her bedroom.

“No! I want to give it to you tonight, I planned it out!” He hears her call back.

Dean’s not really sure what to expect, they’ve not exchanged gifts before, if this is even a gift at all, but he waits patiently, honouring the fact that whatever she’s about to give him, she wants to do right now. All he was going to do was go home and begin his binge of page four of her movie catalogue, anyway. He’s got to stop himself from going crazy somehow, and just seeing her has been enough for now. Sure, he’s counting down the days until he can do more than just see her, but he meant it when he said he wanted to take it at her pace, and he plans to stick by that. He’s not about to be one of those assholes that pressures her into something she’s not ready for.

Dean’s snapped out of his thoughts when Y/N re-emerges from her bedroom, now dressed in a robe. He realises her hands are empty, though, and begins to grow a little confused. That is, until Y/N reaches for the tie on her robe, and starts to slowly tug it loose, and as the silk material begins to fall open, it reveals matching black lace underneath. Dean’s mouth automatically falls open at the sight. Thanks to her job and his new found obsession with supporting her work, Dean’s seen it all already, but never in person, and fuck, it’s so much better through his own eyes than a camera lens.

“I was hoping you’d stay the night,” Y/N explains, playing with her robe, beginning to drape it over her shoulders and down her arms. “Unless you’d rather get home,” she adds, the slight smirk on her face giving away just how ludicrous she knows that idea is already.

“Fuck,” Dean chokes out. “I mean… are you sure?” he manages to think to ask just in time.

“I think I’ve made you wait long enough,” she nods, before smiling. “I trust you, Dean.”

“I am so glad you do right now,” Dean admits, unable to take his eyes off of her.

She giggles, dropping the robe completely to the floor. “So are you coming?” she prompts, nodding her head towards the open door of her bedroom, and Dean can’t get to his feet and clamber after her quick enough.

Finally.

That’s all that’s racing through Dean’s mind as he places wet, messy kisses along Y/N’s collarbone, feeling her hand push under the elastic waistband of his boxers, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock. He moans almost involuntarily, his one hand exploring every dip and curve of her body, the other digging into the pillow beside her head, holding his weight off of her. His wandering hand settles between her legs, his fingers pushing the soft lace out of his way so he can toy with her wet, warm pussy.

Y/N moans and arches her back further into him, her grip on his length tightening a little, and Dean smirks against her skin at the response he’s been able to elicit from her. He’s fairly confident from his hours of what he’ll now call research that he knows what is going to make her make all those noises that have filled his bedroom the last few weeks. He’s imagined himself in place of whatever guy that has been lucky enough to accompany her. Now he just needs to put it into action.

Dean slips a finger inside her, feeling her clench around him wrapping him in warm, soft velvet, and then he steadies himself on his knees between her legs, using his free hand to softly wrap his fingers around her throat.

“Such a naughty little girl,” he growls, making her laugh breathlessly.

But Dean’s surprised to feel her hand slipping out of his boxers, and he pulls away to see if he’s done something wrong. But Y/N is still smirking, and she places both her hands flat on his chest as she sits up.

“Why don’t you lay down?” she suggests, though there’s something in her voice that makes it seem like maybe it’s more of a demand.

Dean’s not complaining one bit, in fact his cock throbs in response as he eagerly moves to lay flat on his back like she’d told him to, looking up at her with his chest heaving.

“That’s better,” she purrs, biting down on her bottom lip as a darkness washes into her eyes and she climbs further down the bed. She hooks her fingers into his boxers and begins to tug them, pulling them off of his legs completely and throwing them to the floor, his cock springing free and bouncing up to lay on his stomach, completely hard and begging for attention.

He whimpers as he looks down his body at her, feeling completely at her mercy. This is so different to how she is in her movies, but Dean’s fairly sure that this is better. Especially when she slowly climbs back onto the bed, crawling up his body, mischief in her eyes, and Dean can’t wait to find out why.

“Just relax,” she whispers, her hot breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

Dean groans low in his throat, pushing his head back, deeper into the pillow beneath him as Y/N’s mouth leaves his ear and begins to travel south. Barely there kisses are placed over his chest and down his torso, and then he feels her wrapping her hand around his erection once more. The soft, sponginess of the inside of her lips encases his tip and Dean moans, his hand automatically reaching for the back of her head, but her own hand reaches out to grab his wrist, pushing it away and pinning it to the mattress at his side, before she begins to take him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue softly and beginning to suck a little harder.

He clenches his hands into fists at his side, not knowing what else to do with them, and Y/N chuckles around his length when he assumes she notices, withdrawing and sitting up, Dean’s cock slapping against his stomach now completely spit sodden and even more desperate than it had been before. He almost whines when he sees her crawling backwards and climbing off the bed, but he cuts it short when he sees it’s only for her to remove the black lace underwear that she’d surprised him with. Now completely naked, she gets back on the bed, not taking her eyes off of his as she climbs a little higher up his body.

Dean thinks his heart might beat out of his chest, and his lungs might explode – and his cock too for that matter. This is not how he ever envisaged it would go, but it’s so much more than he ever realised he needed. He watches as Y/N slowly straddles his waist, keeping her hips raised to begin with, and he hesitantly lifts his hand, wondering if he’s allowed to touch her yet. She doesn’t stop him this time, and so his hand reaches for her waist first, squeezing softly, before reaching up further, ghosting over her breast before settling on cupping the side of her face. Y/N leans into the touch and smiles gently before biting her bottom lip and resting her hands on his chest.

“Are you ready?” she asks, like she needs to.

Dean doesn’t even dignify the question with a response, and Y/N clearly wasn’t looking for one, anyway, because she reaches between them and guides him towards her core, beginning to lower her hips so he slides inside. She settles and doesn’t move for a moment, her nails softly digging into the soft muscle on his pecks, and then she wiggles her hips slightly and gasps for breath, before leaning down and kissing him breathlessly, and Dean can’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around her tight to keep her close.

“You’re quiet,” Y/N’s voice breaks the silence, and she slowly lifts her head from Dean’s chest to look at him. “What’re you thinking about?”

Dean licks his lips, wondering if he should even voice his thoughts out loud. He doesn’t want to spoil their moment, not after something that incredible, but he also doesn’t want to lie to her, or make her think he’s closing off.

“That was different to how I imagined it,” he finally admits, hoping he’s worded it right.

Y/N cocks an eyebrow as a smirk begins to grace her lips and then she scoffs. “You’ve been watching my movies, haven’t you?” she accuses.

Dean’s impressed she can read so far between the lines, but he instantly feels bad about the fact. “I’m sorry, look I won’t watch any more if you don’t want me to,” he reassures her immediately.

She giggles slightly and shakes her head. “It’s fine, Dean. I did make you wait a long time, and I guess you were curious.” Dean doesn’t reply, a little ashamed by the fact still, but Y/N pushes through. “So how many have you seen?”

“Urm, a few,” he attempts to lie, but immediately regrets his decision. He should just be honest with her, it’s for the best. “Okay, three pages of them.”

“Jesus, Dean,” Y/N gasps and then laughs in disbelief. “That’s a little more than curious.”

“What can I say? I got carried away, I guess.”

Y/N scoffs again, shaking her head, “I’m surprised you wanted to watch that many. Didn’t you get jealous?” she pries.

“Oh fuck yeah, I hate every single guy you’ve filmed with,” he admits unashamedly, making her laugh some more.

“I kinda do too,” she whispers, like it’s a secret.

Dean laughs this time, but then it dies a little when he considers what she’s actually telling him and why she might feel that way. He doesn’t like the thought of her having sex with men she doesn’t even like, even if that is good news for him and his jealousy.

“Why do you do it?” he wonders, hoping he’s not crossed some kind of line.

Y/N shrugs and climbs off the bed, reaching for another robe draped over the couch in the corner of her room. “It’s good money, and I’m good at it,” she explains.

He doesn’t want to push further than that right now, especially not when he had promised her he’d never ask her to change for him, and any direction this conversation might go in could seem like he’s trying to talk her into quitting. They’ve barely been a real couple long enough for him to be entitled to any kind of opinion on the entire thing.

“How did you get into it?” he asks next, lifting his head and tucking his arm underneath it.

“I… needed money so I started dancing at a club, and there’s always scouts there, one approached me, I took the offer, here I am,” she briefly concludes.

Dean can sense that she doesn’t really want to talk about it anymore, so he decides to stop playing twenty questions. He’s not really brought up her job much since the first time they talked about it, and while after sex seemed like a good time to start asking these things – especially when she brought it up in the first place – Dean’s now realising that him suddenly showing a big interest in her work after having sex with her might play on her insecurities about men using her.

“Listen, Dean,” Y/N sighs, beginning to play with her fingers in front of her, and Dean worries that maybe she’s read too much into his curiosity and this isn’t about to go well. She approaches the bed and climbs back on, sitting alongside him as she continues to focus on her fingers. “I’m not that girl in those movies. I purposefully made her nothing like me so I could deal with it all easier,” she explains.

Deal with it all? Deal with what? Dean wants to ask, but he’s done enough prying for today.

“If that’s what you’re looking for then you’re wasting your time here.”

“What?” Dean chokes out, suddenly realising her insecurities are about something very different. She thinks she’s not enough for him? “No, no sweetheart,” he sits up, rushing to reassure her. He reaches out and grabs her arm softly. “Hey, listen to me,” he encourages, waiting for her to lift her face as she looks him in the eye. “Tonight was better than I thought it could be. I prefer you… the real you.”

A small frown flits over Y/N’s features for a second. “Really?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he scoffs. “If I’m honest, at the start, I was just trying to give you what I thought you wanted,” he adds with a blush.

Y/N laughs softly, shaking her head. “I just want you Dean, exactly as you are,” she confirms.

“Good, because I want you too,” he smiles, before kissing her softly.

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dangermousie · 6 months

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I am living for the gender reversal trope where she's the perfect killing machine who doesn't know normalcy or feeling and considers emotions a burned out nuisance and he's the functional one who actually values relationships. And the thing is she has decided he's breedable (sorry, will never be over that! :P) because he's competent and smart and good at killing but emotionally she is being drawn, without even realizing it, because he combines competency with still keeping a soul. If he was just a weak person she'd just assume he's incompetent or deluded. But he's clearly good at what he does and can kill quite competently and defeat his enemies quite competently. And yet - he treats his companions as friends and they do the same and she is fascinated by it the way an alien would. She knows she's lacking and she is trying to figure how to remedy, how to stop being a machine.

I mean, he tells his men they can laugh at him but to treat her with respect and something in her softens (especially since it's clear he didn't say it to impress her.) She has always been treated with disdain or fear and has always been an implement of seduction or murder. But he treats her as a person.

It's like that conversation she has with the princess, where she says she and he are the same and both left any ability to feel behind and that if princess really disobeyed, he'd kill her, same as FL could. She ends that convo on this piece of advice:

But the thing is, the narrative is clearly set up to show she's wrong. Not just in terms of ML - he may be ruthless and smart but he still hasn't lost his ability to feel, because his life has been so much more normal than hers, but also to allow her to trust others at some point. The English title, "A Journey to Love" really is apt for her, isn't it? It's her going from being a perfect instrument to being able to feel. This reminds me a little of Romance of Red Dust with Shu Qi and Wallace Huo. The latter is a lot darker and grittier and bloodier because it was made a long time ago before restrictions but the tale of a tired lady assassin who is drawn to something she can actually care for is similar.

I mean, look at this convo - she does not talk as a flesh and blood human who wants a baby to love or even desires ML - it's once again an alien trying to understand how humans interact and why.

God, I love him. It's an odd thing to say about a character who calmly stabbed a man in the neck with a pin within ten minutes of us meeting him but he is so damn decent.

This cracked me up - talk about gender reversals...

But the thing that I really loved about this conversation is that he turned her down while letting her know he finds her desirable and giving her his true reasons as well - which is it's not safe for people with their personalities and jobs to be entangled. This was pretty amazing.

I love that she genuinely asks him about how he's friends with the men under his command because she realizes her lack (she said empress called her a sword and she wants to change because she always feels a distance even with her, but she doesn't know how) and that she doesn't want to be distant from her own child. It's actually a huge thing that she realizes that there is something missing and she wants to remedy it. I don't think the woman at the opening of ep 1 would have thought so.

(I am WILD for the gender reversal of him being the softer one to make the perfect murder machine understand and develop emotions!!!)

But this was my favorite part, because isn't this the crux - she should think for herself; does she even want children, does she even know why the empress wanted her to have one? If it's just another order she's carrying blindly what is the point?

It makes sense for a man with his line of work, but he actually thinks things through and I love it. There is that scene where he explains why he doesn't want to be with her and it's so logical - she's the perfect assassin but she has a bloody life and he just wants to retire so what future is there (any time a character talks about a last mission I freak out btw, but also it's telling he's thinking relationship when all she asked for is ONS. You developed feelings, spy boy!)

But also, there is this bit. Where he says he feels pity and it's very insightful but it reads much more as sympathy and understanding than pity.

I love that he knows her true self - assassin, sex spy etc and his main reaction "but she's never had free will, it must have been hell."

God, I love this drama!

#cdrama #liu shi shi #liu yuning #a journey to love

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thebackseatofjimsblazer · 2 years

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Vampire Dominam Suam

╰┈➤ ❝ His Vampire Mistress ❞

Pairing: VampireHunter!Eddie x FemVampire!Reader Rating: E ! M!DNI Summary: For eight years, Eddie has been hunting you down — a strong desire for vengeance in the name of his uncle, who died at the hands of your vampire leader. Tonight, after crossing the Tennessee border into Louisiana, finds a lead to a brothel hidden within the city of Baton Rouge. Your only request before he slays you? To feel the touch and love of a man one last time. Word Count: 4.4k

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, killing, past sex, and prostitution (reader owns a brothel). Slight ball worship, M!recieving oral, fingering, multiple positions, choking, mirror sex, squirting, unprotected p in v, no pull out, name calling (slut, whore, and description for evil). Eddie mentions god and hell. Eddie’s kind of mean in this. No happy ending for eddie. Slight gore (its not too bad, dont be scared) Taglist: @edsforehead @hesvoid34 @blazeflays

It was a stormy night when Eddie made his way down the cobble streets. He had heard rumors in the local taverns that some men walk into this brothel and never make it home to their wife and kids… lost forever in time with only slurred words for their friends to remember them by. The clicking from the heel of his boots starts to slow when he reads the directions on his travel sized notepad — softly muttering the words of his chicken scratch that was written in haste when the bartender gave the directions.

He didn’t think he would be chasing down a potential opportunity to find you tonight; he had promised himself a much needed break after traveling from Mississippi to Louisiana but the compulsion took over his body before his mind could shut it down. Three painstaking years he spent in Mississippi looking for you, only to obviously not cross paths and have to accept the fact that it was time to move on to the next state.

When Eddie rounded the corner of a dark and dingy alley, he saw the sign the bartender said to watch out for. It wasn’t anything special and would definitely blend in with every other store sign to the travelers who did not speak or read French. Eddie was sure to write down exactly how the bartender pronounced it so that there was no forgetting — although it was proven that a small town boy from Indiana had no business even attempting to transcribe words spoken to him in French because where there were s’s on the sign, there was z’s on his notepad.

Maison du Plaisir

Taking a deep breath of the cold, damp air of Baton Rouge — the first major city he was able to stop at after crossing the Louisiana-Mississippi border — Eddie grabbed the handle of the heavy door to the brothel. Inside, he was met with many beautiful women, yet none of them were you.

“Bonjour, would you like to book a room with one of our lovely hosts?” The front lady asks, puffing out a cloud of cigarette smoke from a long stick. Eddie had to reckon that such a stick would have been bought from a migrant merchant; in all his travels, he has come to learn that immigrants from abroad bring things to America that people couldn’t help but buy. The front lady was no exception.

“I uh,” he stammers before clearing his throat and approaching the front desk, “I’m looking for a specific woman to host me tonight, however I apologizing for not remembering her name…” Eddie looks around the parlour room, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of you. He wasn’t successful. “Could I have the hosts line up? I’m better with faces,” he chuckles, giving the front lady a tight lipped smile.

She hollers throughout the parlour for them to group up in a single line; all of them giving Eddie seductive glances to up their chances of him picking them. As the last host entered the room and joined, Eddie let out a defeated sigh.

“Is there any other woman here? Maybe she’s busy with another client?” He asks, a charming hopeful tone in his voice. The front lady whispers in the ear of one of the blonde hosts and then she walks through to the stairs at the back of the parlour.

“One moment, monsieur. Josephine will see if the madame of the house is busy,” she said, flicking the cigarette ash off and into a whisky glass that had been forgotten on a side table. Eddie patiently waited until the blonde host, Josephine, reappeared and ushered him to the stairs.

“Just go up these stairs and then knock on the door all the way at the end of the hall,” she instructed. He nodded his head to bid her goodbye before she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “If you find yourself, er… leaving the house the same way you arrived, count it as a blessing. Many patrons find themselves leaving another way,” she warned before fluttering off as if she hadn’t just told you that walking into that room would be a death trap.

As Eddie makes his way down the hall, he finds himself coming to the realization that it was very much possible that if you were the headmistress, the woman of the house, then every host here must have been turned by you if they were aware of the disappearances of men. And if that was the case, then he will gladly set this building aflame as he walks out.

Before Eddie could knock his knuckles against the wooden door, it began opening on its own. Scents of citrus and herbs waft into his face as he passes the threshold, yet you are nowhere to be seen.

“Hello?” He calls out, stepping further into the room. There was a bath still hot enough for him to see the steam at one corner of the room; no doubt clueing him to where the elegant scents of orange and rosemary were coming from. You must have been drawing a bath when he arrived.

“What can I help you with?” You ask, emerging from the large walk in closet behind Eddie. He snapped around quickly, looking at you up and down. His face changed rather quickly when he realized it truly was you. “My apologies, sir… do I know you?” You ask, coming out into the room more so that you could get a better look at him.

There was some familiarity to him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Being 263 years old, you’ve met many people — at the height of your aristocracy around 30 years prior, you were socializing and rubbing elbows with the wealthiest in New York City — so it was common to be forgetful of faces and names the more you lived. A deep, condescending chuckle came from Eddie as he looked at the ground.

“Oh yeah, we know each other,” Eddie replied as he sat down at the tea table near the window. “Take a seat so I can refresh your memory, darling.”

You tentatively walked over to the opposing seat and waited patiently. You thought back to the many men you laid with before, thinking maybe he was a prior conquest of yours that was coming back for more.

After Richard had bitten you in 1618, you tried to continue living your life normally. He had been a suitor your father pawned you off to as an attempt to marry you off, finding that you were 23 years old and still living on the farm with them. They wanted you to marry a man that had more than they had and Richard had just inherited land. Nobody knew that he was a vampire nor did anybody know that he did not want a wife. But it happened.

He was able to forge wedding papers so that you both could benefit legally, but it was clear to the both of you that there was nothing between you. Two years later, you both found spots on the Mayflower and left Europe; a fresh start was what he said would be best. For years and years, the two of you skipped around colonies and territories to avoid being recognized. It was smart because if you and Richard had stayed in one spot for too long, people would recognize the lack of aging.

You and him had found a clan of other vampires in Indiana in 1838 before it all came crashing down 12 years later. No more living lavishly because Richard talked his way up the social ladder, no more nights luring women or men in to feed on, and most sadly… no more Richard. After escaping, you skipped around heading south for 10 years until you found yourself in Baton Rouge.

That’s when you began a legacy for yourself; creating a safe haven for women who couldn’t provide for themselves. Being the woman of the house in a brothel was one of the smartest things you could have done. Not only could you easily lure men in to feed on, but you also were able to feed another appetite.

After being alive for so long, you found yourself yearning to feel like a normal person. You could not go a day without sucking men dry of their blood nor could you go without laying with them. Normal, living people had sex. So that is what you became addicted to — and fast.

So yeah, it was very easy to think that you had been under him before. You sat patiently waiting for him to talk, but he was looking at something through the window in the distance.

“Mister…”

“Munson.” He replied solemnly, looking back at you with a stern face. Munson… that sounded familiar as well but you couldn't place from where.

“Mister Munson, if we’ve had prior relations, you’ll have to forgive me for not remembering,” you chuckle. “I do tend to host my bedroom quite often.” You give him the best sultry smile you could muster, working towards tearing his walls down so he could look less out of place. The sternness in his face made you feel scrutinized.

“No, no… we’ve never slept together. I first saw you in 1846 when I was eight years old. I wanted to be like my uncle… I wanted to be like him so bad that I had gone out at night to look for your kind. I saw you in an alleyway, feeding on a man. I was nothing like my uncle, so instead of killing you right then and there, I ran away,” he pauses. “I should have killed you right there when I had the chance.

“After that, I vowed to learn the ways of my uncle so that I’d be ready to slay my first vampire. They were a real problem in my little town in Indiana… Does the year 1850 ring a bell for you, sweetheart?”

You could feel the warmth bleed from your face.

“I was 12 years old when I watched my uncle die at the hands of your leader. While I was too busy setting that building on fire with all the rest of those hellish monsters… I saw you escape. I looked, and looked for you that night so I could finish you off, but I wasn’t so lucky. I made a promise to my dead uncle that I would search the ends of the earth for you and I have now been successful.”

Internally, you were scared. Terror ran through your veins at the prospect of dying tonight. He pulled out his weapon before he finished his speech.

“I have been searching for you for eight years now and it ends tonight. I will take pride in killing you, knowing it would be what my uncle would also want. So, before I do, is there anything you want to say?”

You pondered for a few seconds before you had a bright idea; anything to buy you more time to curate a plan. With a sigh, you began your plea act.

“I know it’s asking a lot, but… I’m asking you to rethink this. I am so deeply sorry for what Richard did to your uncle… I’m as much of a victim as he, and you, are. I didn’t ask for this… Richard- well, he was a horrible man. I didn’t want this life, but he made me live through it. I- I’m sorry. Please think about this…” Your eyebrows stitched together in pleading when you looked at him. He clenched his jaw at your words and shook his head.

“No, I will not. I must follow through,” he replied as he stood.

“Okay, okay! Then could you at least be the last man I sleep with? I was cursed with having to live such a long life and I just hope you at least realize that sex is my last wish… normal people seek pleasure in life and I have been brought such pain and misery as a vampire,” you beg, throwing yourself to his feet. You look up at him through your eyelashes as you whimper your next words.

“Please use my body as an offering for your pain and suffering that Richard has brought to your life as well.”

Eddie was quiet as he thought about your words; the mental argument being shown on his face. The angel on one of his shoulders told him that agreeing would be outright blasphemy. Your kind had killed the one person he had left in this world and had him dedicating his life in the name of revenge… That there was no reason to use your body because seeing it lifeless would suffice.

But the devil on his other shoulder could see your taut nipples pointing through your silk robe and hasn’t gotten its dick wet since Arkansas.

Eddie’s temperance diminished rather quickly when your hand reached out to rub shyly against his thigh; allowing himself to get drunk off of you. When he started to peel off his outer layers, you stood to help him.

“Let’s get you into the bath, hmm?” You suggest as you help guide his cotton shirt above his head. There was silence from both of you as your eyes scanned his body; but instead of saying anything, you guide him to the lounge seat next to the tub.

Steam, although significantly less abundant compared to when he had arrived, pushed the aroma of the scents into what you could only describe as a cloud amongst you both. Being this close, Eddie was also able to notice subtle hints of lavender oil in the tub, beautifully complementing the orange slices and sprigs of rosemary he saw floating around the water.

You guide him out of the rest of his clothes and down until he’s laying in the tub; water wading up to his pecs and dampening the short curls at the back of his head. Slowly, you reach over to the side table behind him to grab the sponge that had been waiting for you, effectively pushing your breasts right into his face.

“As wrong as it is for me to say, I think you’d be straight sin even if your soul wasn’t damned,” he whispered as he watched your breasts settle when you sat back up. The sponge was rough in a relaxing way on his skin when you dipped it into the water and began scrubbing at his thighs.

“You just think it’s wrong to say that because you’ve made your mind up in regards of who I am. You don’t know me and yet you think you do…” The end of your words trailed off as your moved the sponge up to his chest, wiping away any grime that would be there. Eddie didn’t have much time before your hands were adventuring down his chiseled torso to his groin area. “Awe,” you tut with faux sympathy laced in your tone, “When was the last time you came? Your balls feel so heavy…”

A heavy breath left Eddie’s lips as he watched you fondle his manhood, feeling the blood rush to his cock. A sly smirk grew on your face as you watched it grow with your own eyes.

“I think you’re all clean now, Mr. Munson. Why don’t you grab that towel there and go lay down,” you say as you stand up. “I’ll go hang my robe and meet you on the bed.” With that, you walked back into the walk-in wardrobe you had been in when he had arrived. You carefully hang the silk robe on its designated hook and brushed your hair out some before walking back out. When you had went back, you found him sitting at the edge of your luxury mattress.

His member was standing taut, slightly bobbing with his heavy breaths as he watched you saunter your way to him. When you got on your knees in front of him, you could see more easily how angry and red his tip looked; surely causing your thighs to clench together when you imagined how it would look when it finally was able to bully itself into your cunt.

“Watch your teeth, you cacodemon,” he warned sternly. You chuckled before reaching out and sucking down nearly half of him in one go. The swirling of your devilish tongue grabbed and pulled equally as sinful moans from Eddie. He didn’t know whether to look at the ceiling or you as you pushed and pushed until your nose was almost brushing the mound of pubic hair he had. “You haven’t even been sucking my cock for thirty seconds and you’re already trying to swallow me whole? What a beautiful, bloodsucking slut, hmm?”

His dirty words brought a warmth of arousal to your gut, no doubt manifesting as a gush of slick between your thighs. Your hand comes up to his thick girth to replace your mouth when you begin to trail your lips and tongue down to his heavy balls.

“So heavy… so full…” You whimper, pressing your cheek against them. A stuttering groan escaped from the back of his throat at the attention you were giving him. But when you finally sucked one of them into your mouth, his hands shot to the back of your head to push you harder onto him. There was a moment your heart rate sped up from having your nose pressed too hard into him, but you quickly tilted your head for a better angle.

You hand continued to pull and tug languidly, not giving him too much pleasure in that way. But the way your cheeks hallowed around his balls, mixed with the flicks your tongue was laying, caused him to pull you off of him with a pop.

“Get up here,” he instructed as he directed you by your hair. He pushed you until you were on your knees on the bed beside him. “Kneel right there and suck my fucking cock.”

With the new angle, Eddie was able to reach around behind you. He started rubbing his calloused hands against the soft skin of your ass, causing you to hum in appreciation. You were about to whine in protest when you felt his hand leave you, but were quickly surprised when his hand landed heavily against your ass; landing at the peak of your curve with enough meanness for you to know he was doing this for his own twisted pleasure.

“Such a pretty ass…” he mumbled before laying another one down on the opposing cheek. His rough hand kneaded and pushed against each one, soothing the warmth from the smacks, making your moan as you continued to bob your head. What had you moaning even more was when he brought said calloused hands to your sopping cunt. His fingers slid experimentally through your folds until he found your opening. “Such a wet little pussy…”

One of his thick fingers pushed itself into you with ease, so he pulled it out and let another one join. “So tight too. I bet you’ll stretch just perfectly on me, huh?”

Clouded with lust and unable to answer him properly, you hum again. The vibrations from your throat made his hips stutter up into your mouth. Eddie was dedicated to feeling your hums and moans on his dick, so he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace; jabbing and nudging that little squishy button inside you without mercy. There was not a chance for you to continue sucking him off properly when his fingers were making your mouth hang open.

Without hesitation, Eddie held the back of your head so that he could thrust up into your mouth as he kept the pace of his fingers. Loud squelching from your pussy accompanied the sounds of moans broken from your gags; his thick, mushroom tip abusing the back of your throat. Everything was too much — the sounds from both of you surrounding and hugging your ears as if you were in a bubble of just that — pushing you closer to your peak.

His fingers changed and put a direct wiggling pressure right on that special button inside, causing you to clench right down on them and cum with a gagged scream.

“That right, cum on my fingers just like that— yeah, just like that…” he panted out, continuing his movements, but stopping his thrusting; letting out ride out your orgasm without having his cock down your throat. You came up for air as your limbs began to tingle, but Eddie was manhandling you around before you could come down completely. He grabbed and pushed until you were bent down in front of his kneeling position; your face pressed harshly into the silk linens on your bed.

“You better enjoy this while it lasts, you nefarious whore…” As Eddie says this, he pushes his thick member right into you, all the way to the hilt until this thighs are pressing against your ass. His words and the feeling of once again being filled by him fuels your desire to cum.

He slowly pulls himself out until just his tip is poking through your opening and then his jamming — bullying — himself all the way in again. Each time he does this, slow to come out and insatiably fast going in, he brushes against your sensitive bud inside.

“Oh my God!” You scream at a significantly brutal thrust before whimpering from his slow draw out. He tuts his tongue behind you, grabbing onto your hips before leaning down to your ear.

“You reserved your place in Hell a long time ago… God won’t listen to your cries… But I will.” He seethes before slamming back into you and continuing onto a fast and brutal pace. Eddie picks himself back up so that he’s on his haunches again, giving himself a more effective angle for his pace. Hard, high pitched whines left your lips at each punctuation of his thrusts. He sounded so beautiful too; low pitched, angry grunts.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “I can feel you pulse around me.” He said, head lulling to one side before he’s grabbing you by the throat and hauling your body to his. Your eyes met his in the mirror behind your head board; his hand tightening around your throat while he kept his speed.

“You gonna cum again?” You nod back vigorously. “Touch yourse— Nuh— touch yourself and cum on my cock.”

The hand that wasn’t around your throat snaked around to grab at one of your tits; fingers anchoring around the nipple and pinching. You let out a loud yelp and furrow your eyebrows before one of your own hands covers his. He encourages you to touch yourself by letting out a gruff C’mon. Your other hand’s fingers quickly find your clit, touching it for the first time tonight. For not having being touched at all tonight, it was quite sensitive.

“Feels s’good,” you moan, continuing to maintain eye contact with him as you rub fast, hard circles on your engorged bud. “Gonna cum again… gon—“

Your warning to him was met with a tighter grip around your throat and harsher thrusts. A large gush of liquid met your fingers as you came, soaking the sheets under both of you. Body tired, you slumped forward and threatened to collapse but Eddie held you tighter against his chest as he snuck his hand down to continue you through your orgasm again. He quickly became addicted to the feeling of you tighten and gush against his cock; doing anything he could to feel it again. But overstimulation came fast and made your body jerk against his.

“Stop! Just sit.. wanna ride you and make you cum,” you said through your haze. Eddie pulled out and watched as the remnants of your squirt drip off the tip of his dick. A groan punched through his chest at the sight.

“You truly are sin… c’mere,” he remarked as he pulled you onto his lap. You landed on him with a huff, struggling to find the strength to actually ride him. “It’s okay, just sit pretty on my cock,”

Eddie hands grabbed at the swell of your ass to lift you up, allowing you to grab his member and align it. As you sat, he let out a deep moan; lips falling open and eyes fluttering closed. He must have understood that you couldn’t ride him like you had wanted to because he kept his hands on you to lift you up and then drop you back down.

“I want you to cum, pleasepleaseplease… need you to cum so bad,” you whimpered while being bounced on his cock. His hot breath fanned across your face as he got lost in the wetness of your pussy, willing himself to get closer to his own orgasm. It was new to you for have a man last so long in bed… what a shame, you thought.

“Keep beggin’ like that and I will,” he managed through a shuddering breath. His hands left your ass so that he could wrap his arms around your back, holding your still so that he could begin pistoning himself into you again.

“Oh, Eddie! Fill me up, please! Wanna feel you drip out of me,” you moaned loudly. Your voice was wobbly from the force of his thrusts, but you tried your best to be understood. “It’s my last wish to feel you cum!”

Your last words made Eddie’s brain short circuit, not used to hearing such attentive words of need and desire towards himself. With a few final thrusts, he neared his teeth down onto your shoulder as he held you down on his cock; pumping your used and puffy pussy with his thick cum.

You both slackened and relaxed in post orgasm, trying desperately to catch your breaths. His head lulled back to rest against the backboard of your bed and yours fell to the crook of his neck; his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried his best to swallow the last bits of moisture in his mouth.

As you watched it bob, your eyes flicked over to the side of his neck. You could see the artery in his neck pump with blood — his heart pumping as fast as a rabbit’s from his exertion. Perfect…

Without hesitation, you lunged toward and sunk your sharp fangs into his flesh. Eddie yelped and tried to pull away, but your hands quickly grabbed for purchase on his neck and head; pushing it so that he was open and more exposed for you. Blood quickly filled your mouth as you drank him in and swallowed him down just as fast.

Gurgled groans came from his mouth as the life drained from Eddie, but you felt a new found vigor.

His blood was devine for a heathen like yourself.

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Run Run Run - Hwarang Freestyle (Part 4)

A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than…BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again.

OT7 BTS Zombie Apocalypse AU / BTS member x reader slow burn

Heeeey, miss me? :’D I wanted to give you guys something cute and funny to read cause life sucks. I mean, there’s still zombies O_O but they are not the only villains this time round >_> Enjoy! <3

Warnings: death, monsters, blood, fighting, killing, gory details, injury, angst, seduction, restraints, time travel?, abuse of power, general chaos and confusion :’)

Word Count: 10k

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Fuck. It’s definitely not zombies driving those vehicles.

Your vantage point on top of the car’s roof was perfect when it came to fighting off slow zombies, their brains rotted and too dumb to figure out how to reach you, but now you and Jungkook were stuck and exposed, dangerously out in the open like two cans on top of a fence ready to be shot at.

It’s impressive how the cars line up in formation, one right next to the other, strategically blocking the road so your group can’t leave.

Men jump out with spears and large knives and work quickly to kill the remaining zombies in the area. You stand on top of the car with Jungkook watching all of it, both of you frozen by the display.

You can tell they know how to fight, how to survive. Thirty or so gather around you, an intimidating group of young men with short hair and dark expressions, like soldiers who just came home from battle after seeing the horrors of war.

They weren’t completely filthy, but they looked like they had been working all day without rest, clothes covered in deep brown oxidized blood. You look down at your own clothes, similar stains across your shirt and pants. After clearing the area the men line up, weapons still poised in their fists, as though they were about to run into battle again…against you!

Well, this is a predicament you did not plan for.

One old man steps in front of them all, and by the way he carries himself you could tell he was not to be messed with.

“Come down,” he orders with a flick of his hand. “Out of the car.” The car doors beneath you swing open and those inside hesitantly file out of the vehicle, the high pitched creaking noises of the metal car frame and gravel crunching under shoes becomes painfully loud as their group stares down your group.

You exchange glances with Jungkook as he gnaws on his bottom lip. He steps down first, reaching his hands out and helping you down, arms kept protectively around your waist.

“Now what is going on here?”

Namjoon speaks, “We are trying to get to the city-”

The group of men start laughing, giving each other knowing looks. What do they know that you don’t?

The old man stares curiously at Taehyung, as if he recognized him. His striking face was undeniable, such a contrast to the weary looking group of men in front of you. Whispers begin slowly amongst the line of men, until one of the men, whom you noticed has been looking at your group stunned, stumbles forward, pointing right at Namjoon with wide eyes. “You’re Kim Namjoon. You’re BTS?!”

Namjoon nods in the man’s direction, but their leader does not look impressed. “So you are,” he says thoughtfully.

“We just want to reach Seoul.” Namjoon says again. “We just want to pass through without any conflict.”

“Bangtan Sonyeondan,” he muses, “Wow, you’ve done well for yourselves so far from home.” He scrutinizes each member, walking down the line. “...with two foreigners…” He scratches the stubble across his chin. “We haven’t seen another group this big in so long.”

He walks back to stand in front of Namjoon, sighing, his expression hardening. “A big group like this must have lots of food. Where are your supplies, Kim Namjoon from BTS?”

Namjoon stiffens, jaw clenching while he thinks about how to answer his question, but the old man seems to be in a hurry, pulling out a large knife from his back pocket and pointing it at the leader.

He spits on the ground. “There are no kings in this world anymore. We all die the same way,” he warns, staring at Namjoon. Your group watches the exchange on edge, fists clenched, ready to defend their leader. You grind your teeth at his words, holding yourself together.

If you were alone, you would have done anything possible to keep your supplies from getting stolen, you have done everything possible. But this time, all you want is to keep everyone safe. You look to Namjoon, hoping he has a plan out of this.

“It doesn’t need to come to that, it doesn't have to-” Namjoon says calmly. “What the world needs now is kind leaders, yes?”

“Kindness...” The man sighs and moves down the line again, surprising you by pointing the knife to your throat instead. “All out of that.”

Why did he have to point the knife at you?! Because you’re a woman? A foreigner? Typical.

Now that he’s directly in front of you, you see the scars across the old man’s face, how cold his expression becomes. It makes you wonder, if he was always like that or...what ever has happened between this moment and the day you landed in Korea has changed this man so harshly that his frown lines are now permanently etched across his weathered skin.

Will that faraway detached look that ‘this needs to be done’ become you eventually, all of you? No, you have already been through so much, and you still find reasons to smile. Seven reasons to be exact.

“Where are the supplies?” he asks Namjoon again, turning his head towards the leader. You look over to Namjoon too, noticing how fright has washed over his features…and anger. The tension is rising, you have to do something quick-

“Uh Hello? Uh my name is y/n.” You timidly introduce yourself, you make sure to mispronounce the words, the way you used to when you first started learning Korean.

Now that you’re in the spotlight, you feel even more uncomfortable. The new group of men stare at you like you’re a piece of meat. “Where’s the supplies, girl?”

“Sup-plies?” Everyone remains silent and you tilt your head, looking at him like you don’t understand. He repeats the question at the group, yelling this time, spit spraying from his mouth.

Ew. “What did he say?” You ask Yoongi in English, who seems to be working out the reason you’ve suddenly forgotten how to converse in Korean.

“Open the trunk. Now. Do it!”

He moves the knife just under your chin, the tip grazing your neck. Everyone shifts at the small dangerous movement, the tension rising once more. You glance to Yoongi again, the member closest to the trunk. If you could scream at him to open the damn thing already you would have, but you couldn’t exactly make any sudden movements right now. Instead you raise your eyebrows at him, eyeline moving quickly to where you want him to go.

Yoongi, remaining as stoic as ever, silently moves to the car and pops the latch up, stepping aside and crossing his arms.

In the tense silence all that is heard is a soft patter of falling items hitting the ground as the overfilled trunk accommodates for the new space.

Both groups remain silent as the old man stalks closer to your trunk.

“What the fuck is this?!”

Everyone turns as the man kicks a very cute alpaca into the street. The old man comes back into view holding an armful of stuffed alpaca dolls and drops them in the empty space between you and his men.

“Where’s your food? Your fucking supplies?!” Technically they were hidden under that massive cluster of alpacas, but he didn’t need to know that.

“F-Food?” you repeat the Korean word back at him, “Farm.” You point in the opposite direction, towards the tunnels of zombies not yet cleared.

“What is this girl trying to say?!” The man yells.

“There’s a farm in that direction, we stayed there. There’s food and supplies,” Seokjin speaks up, following along with your lie. “We only brought our weapons…and uhh, the alpacas…which we also use as...weapons,” he says confidently. “Distractions! They make good distractions.”

“Can’t you just let us travel, Sir?” Taehyung speaks up.

The old man rubs his temples taking in the information and calls one of the younger men over to him with a nod of his head. The young man drops the stuffed animal he was inspecting onto the ground before moving closer. Being the closest, you try to listen to their whispers. They are debating what to do with your group, and by the way they talk you have all clearly given off a very bad first impression.

They finish their conversation and the old man nods, looking over to the younger man, “Tell ‘em.”

“I e-escaped from Seoul. Being there, it was a living hell.” He shudders at the old memories as he explains he was the only one in his family to make it out of the city without a bite. Even his wife-

Well that's not reassuring at all.

“Where in Seoul?” Taehyung asks, curious.

“Gangnam.”

The route you discussed with the guys had the group traveling through Gangnam District. You wince thinking of what’s to come, hoping the situation isn’t as grim as they describe.

“We know it won’t be easy,” Namjoon pauses, “We know the risks and we are prepared to face them...We just want to find our families.”

“You must have a death wish to head to Seoul,” The old man finally addresses your group, “...but…we won’t stop you.” Everyone collectively relaxes at his words. “Wait. Before you leave…we’ll take those packs.”

Shit. You heave a big sigh as the group shoves past the singers and grabs your backpack resting on the car’s dash. You know you shouldn’t get sentimental of things in this post-apocalyptic world but…you really liked that backpack.

“No, this is all I have!” Dev cries as one of the men grabs his pack off his shoulders.

Ugh, shut up Dev.

“And her,” the leader points to you. His men start advancing on you.

“What?!”

You really cannot catch a break, you think.

“We need someone to show us where this farm is.” He says with a smirk on his face.

“Wait! We can show you where it is, we can all go together-” Namjoon protests, suddenly right in front of you.

The man still holds his knife, pointing it accusingly at Namjoon with a twist of his wrist. “You’re headed towards Seoul, aren’t you?” He says, amusedly watching you try to push past Namjoon and the other members who have moved into a tight circle around you. “Just extra room for one. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Before Namjoon and the rest of the idol group can start a fight they can’t win, you shake off the members and speak up. “Okay, farm! Let’s go!”

Jungkook grabs your arm, confused why you were adamantly trying to get away from them. “What are you doing?!”

You push him away more aggressively than you intended, but you were desperate. There were too many of them, someone you cared about would surely be hurt, someone might even-

“Going with them. Why would I stay here with you? And him?!” You point at Dev. “No thanks.” The men laugh at the flustered foreigner, probably thinking you and Dev were quarreling lovers, ugh.

“Stop.” Yoongi looks upset. You wonder what he’s thinking, and you try to convey to him with your eyes that this is what needs to be done.

“Whatever you’re planning, don’t do it!” Namjoon warns in English.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Turning to him, you speak in a softer tone. “You’ll be fine.” ‘C’mon,’ you think, ‘look into my eyes and just go along with it.’ Any other way and it would just end up in a blood bath, they have to see that too.

“These men are not…zombies.” Namjoon looks at you with pleading eyes, but you’ve already made up your mind. If anyone resists, everyone could very well end up as zombies before the day is over. No, you promised Jimin.

This time, you don’t mind letting them go. You found them once, you’re sure you could do it again.

“I know that, I know. Well, err goodbye.” you give Namjoon a hug. It’s the first time you’ve really hugged him close before, he’s solid and warm and you're mentally kicking yourself, why haven’t you done this before? You take the opportunity to give him a kiss on the cheek and a few men whistle. You use the distraction to take both your knives and slip it in his back pocket. “See ya.”

You go to their leader, slowly walking forward, bowing awkwardly. “They just gave someone as pretty as you up just like that, without even a fight. That’s the difference between us and city men.”

Oh, you can think of so many more differences, all unfavorable. You cock your head to the side, “I don't understand,” you say in broken Korean.

“We lived in the city, it doesn’t mean we grew up in the city.” Yoongi says defiantly, his Daegu accent thick in his anger. “And you’ll see she’s more trouble than she’s worth!”

You scowl but catch yourself quickly before the strangers notice your reaction.

“I think I can handle a woman.”

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You’re sandwiched in the front of the largest car with the leader and another man. You can see the upset faces of the members through the dirtied cracked windshield of their car. You look over at the young man in the driver's seat, who has been staring at you unabashedly since you got into the car.

‘Calm down, y/n. You’re fine. Just pretend everything is fine and you have no idea what they’re saying.’

“She smells so good, I can smell her from here.” One man in the seats behind you says, staring way too long at your face.

‘You’re a rock. You’re unmovable. You’re not going to break.’

The driver reaches out to touch your hair, and you inch away from him, trying not to show your temper.

‘One with the wind, one with the sky.’

“Look at her boobs. Real live tits.”

‘How long have these men not seen a woman?! Nope, you don’t understand them, as calm as a babbling boob-brook! With really nice boobs…ROCKS.’

The driver moves closer, sniffing your hair, while you remain still, staring ahead. Jungkook looks like he’s going to start swinging at any moment.

“Foreign women like skinship too.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You listen quietly, stomach turning at the way they talk about your body. You keep your hands to your side, limiting movements.

The car starts moving and You turn around to stare at the men in the back seat. “Cool sword. Question! Where are your guns? You know, bang bang?” you ask.

“Typical foreigner,” he laughs, he crosses his arms in an x. That’s a good sign, yeah, they just have freaking machetes, great. How the fuck are you going to get out of this? Think, y/n, think!

One of the men in the back seat asks you how to get to the farm in broken English.

Pointing in the opposite direction from which you came, you say “that way,” right towards the tunnel of lurking zombies.

This is a bad idea, this is so so bad.

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“Did you see the way they were looking at her?!” Jungkook yells, after the last car disappears into the tunnel. “We have to follow them!”

“She gave me her knives.” Namjoon pulls the weapons from his back pocket.

“Oh god, what is she planning now?” Jimin groans.

“She’s going to get herself killed.” Yoongi mutters. Everyone erupts into arguing.

“Where do you think she’s leading them to?” Seokjin asks. “Ohh-”

The group’s conversation is halted as a vehicle speeds out of the tunnel in reverse, a half dozen zombies holding onto the hood.

Standing on the side of the road, the group watches silently as the vehicle zooms straight out of the dark tunnel, past them and all the way into the adjacent tunnel.

Two more cars zoom out, crashing into each other.

And then Namjoon, without words, hands off one of your knives to Yoongi.

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‘This is why they tell you to wear seat belts,’ you think as the world spins. At least the airbags didn’t deploy! The car’s system dings over and over in warning. ‘Yep,’ you think, ‘The car is definitely broken.’

You should have come up with a better plan, this sucks! You might have broken a rib, it sure feels like it.

Once inside the tunnel and darkness enveloped the cars, you waited until there was the tiniest gleam of an opening at the other side and acted quickly, you jumped on the driver, pressing your knee onto his leg, accelerating the vehicle, and pulling the steering wheel sharply, spinning the car, crashing into the vehicle following directly behind you.

The old man puts you in a headlock and your already blurry vision worsens, but you reach for the shift stick in between you and slam it into reverse, the lurches backwards so fast everyone is thrown off balance before you crash into concrete.

You probably have a concussion now, you think as undead growls fill the empty silence between the vehicle’s beeping. You feel the leader rouse next to you and so you force your limbs to move as well.

You find the door handle and open it, kicking your feet, you and the man fall onto the concrete. When you meet eyes, you see how furious he looks, the blood gushing from his face makes him look monstrous.

You crawl under the car, trying your best to get away from him, kicking at his attempts to grab you.

He pulls you harshly across the concrete, but he releases you when a zombie ambles too close, occupying him for now.

You jump up, opening the driver's door. The man who sits inside was knocked unconscious by the impact, so you throw him out.

When he lands on the ground in a hard thud you wince for him, but you also feel definitely not sorry. The men in the back are disoriented. The car still has power, so you put the window lock on and proceed to hold down every window button, determined not to make this easy for any of them. The windows slowly edge down, disappearing from view.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

You yell back in English, “SORRY, I DON’T UNDERSTAND. LOWER?”

One of the men aims his knife for you, you try to move out of the way but he still slices your shoulder. You throw anything loose you can grab from the dash at him and manage to turn off the car lights, grab the keys, and back away before he slices into you again, dodging an undead before throwing the keys down the tunnel.

The men hide on the car floor, but the one who sliced you is too angry to follow reason, throwing himself out of the window to try and catch you while you run around the wreckage dodging zombie after zombie.

The other men are busy fighting zombies. It would be a shame if you just-

You reach over an unconscious driver and slam your fist on the steering wheel. The car horn blares and echoes throughout the tunnel.

“You fucking bitch.” The wind is knocked out of you as one of the men from the other car grabs you, throwing you to the ground. He kicks you in the stomach, his heavy body over yours as he swings his knife above his head.

Shit, is this how you die?

You guess this is how he dies, watching as a zombie latches onto his back.

You kick him hard so he falls backward, helping out the undead man. Rolling underneath the car, you wait.

The howls of the men are echoing now. You breath is raspy, your stomach hurts, your ribs hurt, your head definitely hurts, but you’re hidden and you’re safe for now.

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Namjoon never killed a man before. Technically he still hasn’t, the knife wound he left in the advancing man’s shoulder wasn’t life threatening, more of a warning than anything, and the shove afterwards was in self defense. He had shoved him in the path of an ambling zombie, yes, but could that really make Namjoon responsible for his death? It would be a question he would later agonize about, added to the list of countless other situations that were not really his fault but Namjoon blamed himself for nonetheless. Now, he kept moving, kept fighting, and he’d worry about the moral implications of throwing wounded men into the path of monsters later.

As the eldest member of BTS, Seokjin felt almost a paternal affection for the youngest member. It was hard not to, when he watched Jungkook grow up right in front of him, from a shy silly teenager with stars in his eyes, ambitions greater than Seokjin, a young adult, could ever imagine for himself, to the grown confident adult man Jungkook had become now. Even if Jungkook was now stronger than Seokjin, reached his height and could piggyback him with ease, the moment Seokjin saw him fighting for his life all he could see was the small shy doe-eyed child that grew up in front of his eyes. Seokjin grabbed the splintered bat and aimed it for Jungkook’s attackers’ skulls, he didn’t care if they were living or dead.

Yoongi had the strongest preservation instinct of all the members, it wasn’t a question of if he would fight for his life by any means necessary, it was only when. He had been able to avoid it up until now, but it was an inescapable decision, and a decision he didn’t hesitate to make when he saw a man lunging at his leader and dear friend from behind. When the man turned his attention on Yoongi instead, Yoongi aimed to kill.

Hoseok hated zombies. He hated the blood, the carnage, and the horrors of the new world order. Images of rotted corpses, screaming friends dying in front of him, weeping over lost ones, haunted his dreams. He relived nightmares every time he slept, blood squirting from bodies, running down pale green mouths, cut-off limbs, festering flesh, blood-thirsty eyes. He hated zombies, but he found he hated even more, anyone who would threaten his brothers.

Jimin knew how to fight, how to defend himself and his friends. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone, he would do anything to keep his friends safe. He quietly resigned himself to the idea that he would have to kill for them, and then moved on instinct. Jimin did what he had to do to keep himself and his friends safe. He ignored the fresh blood on his hands, he ignored the screams of men he didn’t know, he ignored the pain in his heart and lurch in his stomach at having to do so many horrific things, and he only thought of the moment when he could walk away from this with the rest of his best friends as one.

Taehyung was not a fighter, he could argue until he was blue in the face, but he never liked being physical. He trained with his members, he ran drills half-heartedly, never expecting he’d ever have to use his self defense skills on anyone other than an ambling undead. It’s not that he didn’t expect that would change the closer they traveled to the city, he didn’t know what he expected actually, but he didn’t expect the mad scramble of men with anger in their eyes and erratic attacks aimed for his body. People weren’t supposed to treat other people like this!

Jungkook was athletic, he liked releasing his energy by punching and kicking and fighting. But did he ever want to actually maim anyone? Never. But after everything, after the countless nights on edge, the many losses he endured, the way his group dwindled and dwindled until it was only his brothers left, he would have done anything to protect them. He knew he had the skills, he knew how to, but becoming a killer? It happened before he could question himself. He heard Taehyung yell and he used his skills to defend his brother. And then he heard Hoseok scream and he ran to his side as well. He landed punch after punch without holding back, and even though for nights he would quietly cry as his knuckles healed, he knew he would do it all over again.

It was supposed to be a fun vacation to Korea for Dev, it was only supposed to be for a couple of weeks! He wanted to eat and shop and club, just two weeks! Dev was supposed to go straight to Itaewon after getting off the plane in Seoul, he wanted to get hammered and dance all night and maybe even find a hot Korean girl to take back to his hotel, this vacation was supposed to be a dream fulfilled, not a walking nightmare! He signed up for days shopping in Gangnam and norebang and Korean BBQ, not fighting for his life the moment he stepped foot on Korean soil. He didn’t sign up for this! Why should he have to participate?! Dev never wanted to leave the safety of the farm, all because that girl y/n couldn’t just…take one for the team! This was an impossible situation to be in, he didn’t want to die! The moment he saw the locals running angrily towards the group Dev ran back into the car, locked the doors and hid on the floor, hands tightly pressed over his ears to muffle out the screaming.

You steadied your breathing and decided now was the time to run. The men were distracted enough by the onslaught of newly formed zombies, their numbers thinned enough. So you rolled your body out from beneath the car. You could have run towards the closest exit, the small half circle of the day’s new light was shining in the darkness like a small pot of gold at the end of a long stretch of misery, but you couldn’t will yourself to run from your friends. Yes, the idol group had become your friends, possibly the only friends you had left in this world. The only option you had, the only road you were willing to take, was straight into the darkness back towards them. So you faced back into the darkness and cautiously ran your fingers along the tunnel wall. This time, you hoped if you were to run into anything, it was a dead man rather than a living one.

Before you could run, however, you heard a noise.

The noise was so unlike man or monster it made you pause, made you turn back to that pot of gold, to see the jackpot suddenly appearing before you. As soon as you turned and saw the creature that made the noise you heard, you thought, of course, of course that’s what it was.

You stood in front of the creature as it whinnied and neighed and looked up incredulously, but before you could acknowledge the sight before you, your vision went black...

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Oh god, your head is pounding. You lift your head up from the soft pillow placed underneath, and nice silk sheets underneath you. You roll across the ground like a worm, realizing your stiff limbs are not cooperating how you want them to because you have your hands tied behind your back, legs tied at the ankle.

You see intricate wooden fixtures and colorful tapestry and pastel satin draped across your body.

Oh my god, did you time travel?! Have you become the main character in your own historical K-Drama?!

Wait wait wait wait. What the fuck happened?

You turned around and saw…a horse! Yes, an actual horse. You remembered his large brown eyes staring down at you, a sight you never expected. There were lots of horses! And horsemen, that’s right, they trotted from the light and right towards you, had you frozen in disbelief.

And then everything went dark and you can’t remember the rest. Where are you?!

You slowly and painstakingly scoot yourself to the exit, wiggling your body over pillows and blankets, wondering how you’re going to open the door once you reach for it, but your questions are silenced when the door slides open of its own accord. You turn over on your back, readying yourself to kick whoever enters. A man bends over you, befuddled by what you’re trying to do.

“You look good in it for a foreigner.”

You glare at him, staying defiantly quiet. The man before you wears a traditional hanbok, and you almost would have believed you hit your head and instead of dying time traveled straight into the Silla Dynasty…if he wasn’t eating from a bag of shrimp flavored potato chips.

He crouches down next to you, licking the crumbs off his fingers while you glare at him waiting for your answer. “I’m not supposed to be in here, but I had to see for myself, but you don’t look particularly threatening.” He talks to himself, assuming you don’t understand him, reaching a sticky finger to your chin, causing you to flinch away.

“I’m not supposed to touch you, but-” He reaches for your face again and you attempt to bite him. The man yelps, falling backwards. “It’s true!”

You wish your own hanbok wasn’t so long and full bodied, you feel like you’re drowning in fabric as you try to wiggle to the open exit. The man, who is much larger than you, looks actually scared of you, and it makes you want to laugh at how horrified his expression becomes. He quickly jumps up and slams the sliding door shut before you can even gain any sort of footing.

What is happening?! You survey your surroundings again, confused now more than ever, it looks like you fell into an exhibit of Ancient Korea. Maybe those horsemen were time travelers. They brought you and shrimp potato chips to this era, just a short pop off into the 21st Century and you happened to be in the worst place at the worst possible time. Your imagination is running wild now, there is no way...though just a couple years ago you wouldn’t have believed in the existence of zombies either, and the world proved you wrong!

Feeling alone now more than ever, you wait uncomfortably restrained, the feeling in your fingers and toes growing numb. It must be lunchtime, or even dinnertime by how hungry you’re feeling. They surely don’t intend to keep you here until you starve to death, right? You wonder whether you should start yelling for someone to come back or try to escape again, and then decide yelling your lungs out is definitely the more satisfying action at the moment.

You yell and yell and yell until another man appears, he is much older than the first yet he wears the same kind of clothes.

You frown at him, “Why are you playing dress up, old man?”

He looks momentarily surprised at your Korean. “We are on temple grounds, we respect the temple and its traditions.”

“Eh?”

“Our warriors found you, it was quite the surprise to find a woman in these parts, we thought it might have been a gift from God, but now…it seems we were given a curse from the Devil. You are an abomination.” He looks at you with disgust.

“Okay, just cause I’m not Korean-”

“Don’t play coy, girl. You and your friends will stand in front of The Lord of Sutasa tomorrow morning and we will see what he plans to do with you.”

“Lord? My f-friends?! Where are they?!” ‘Could he really be talking about Jimin and the others?!’ you think. Oh god, you hope he’s not referring to those men that found you.

“Don’t worry about that, now if you don’t stop your wailing we will gag you as well.” He says, eyes narrowing.

You guess escape is the way to go.

---

It must be nighttime, it must. There is a stabbing ache in your gut, the familiar pang of hunger after going without three meals. You haven’t made much headway in the escape department, your wrists feel raw by how much you’ve tried to pull your hands free from the tight rope bindings, and you’ve tired yourself out trying to become more flexible reaching for your restrained ankles. Your entire body aches now, bruised and sore. You’ve given up hope until the familiar guard comes back.

“I have water for you,” he says timidly. The other guards said to stay away from you, that you were diseased, but he heard your constant cries for help, and no one had tended to you or fed you, plus he was too curious for his own good.

This time your attitude is much more pleasing. You sit up and thank him, “Thank you so much, I’m sorry, Sir. We had gotten off to the wrong foot, as it were. Does that, um, saying not make sense in Korean?” You ask as you stare at his confused face.

“You speak Korean…so well!”

“Oh, yeah, that, ha, you see,” you reign in your words and try not to act too smart, “I get uhh nervous talking Korean. You’re just so..handsome. And I’m shy.” You look up at him softly, and he stares back mouth-open at your compliment.

“Sir, please, let me go, I’ve done nothing wrong!”

He looks away from your pleading eyes, “It’s not my place, I have to listen to the Lord-”

You groan, “Excuse me, Sir, um, can I ask, do you not find acting like this a little…odd? I mean we are still in the 21st Century, err right?”

He smiles wearily. “I can understand what you mean.” He studies your foreign features, “I assume you grew up far away from here, yeah?” You nod. “The industrial revolution happened in my grandparent’s time, even I remember how long it took for our town to become modernized. It’s not so strange... Once the electricity stopped, everyone was forced to adapt, and this place,” he laughs. “They found a way back to our traditional way of life that works. I’m thankful to serve my Lord-”

“I’m uhh very thirsty.” You nod towards the cup in his hand.

“Oh! Right! Here,” He tips the cup to your lips. It’s refreshing and cold in your dry mouth and makes you cough.

“Sorry, sorry!” You try to wipe your face on your shoulder, and instead he reaches out to wipe you off with his sleeve and this time you suppress your instinct to flinch.

You can do this, you might not be the greatest seductress, but you are a woman, and you know damn well by the way he looks at you he hasn’t been in the company of a woman in a good while. You meet his eyes, telling yourself to just look at him as if he were-

The singers' faces flash in your consciousness and you can’t help but look away ashamed. Fortunately the guard took your action as more shyness, only inflating his ego further.

“I don’t know why this has happened, I was only trying to escape these bad men, and all of a sudden I was attacked and-” your voice wavers in fake anguish.

The guard wipes away your tears softly. You even managed to fake cry, you're proud of yourself for that one. “I see…this will be fixed in the morning, just wait a bit more,” he soothes. Not good enough, you think.

“What kind of person would lock up an innocent woman?!”

“No one is innocent, not anymore. For you to have survived as long as you have, you must have made some regrettable choices.” He winces, thinking of his own sins before he was taken in by the people of this temple. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but this place had structure, gave him a job and a purpose, this life was something more than slowly starving and running from monsters every day. You aren’t sick or combative like he thought you would be, he’s sure they will judge you the same as him and let you stay-

“I can’t believe this has happened to me!” you cry into his shoulder, “I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I’m just a normal woman,” you look up at him through your lashes, your lip quivering. “Just a lonely scared woman,” you cry.

Okay, that might have been more truthful than you care to admit. You feel overwhelmed, tired and hungry and body still bruised and aching from everything you’ve been through. He moves his head closer to yours.

Up close, you can see he was a quite handsome man, with rugged features and a strong body making him an ideal fit for his position.

Yet he surprised you with how delicately he kissed your lips, mouth moving cautiously against your own, until months of going without the touch of a woman poured out between his lips, deepening the kiss. He moved himself over your body, but your tied legs prevented him from moving between your legs. “Untie them,” you mew into his ears, and any doubts he had vanished when you licked his skin, placing soft kisses across his cheek and jaw.

Once he untied your legs, he pressed himself closer to you, hands pulling up the tulle edges of your long hanbok.

You could have probably gotten him to untie your arms too, but you panicked, and instead you broke the kiss, breathing out a genuine apology before swinging your neck and knocking your forehead hard into his. You regretted that instantly, your body mirroring him by crumbling inward in pain.

“S-Sorry, sorry,” you grunt, dizzy from the impact while the guard lays momentarily stunned. You manage to wiggle yourself to your knees, groaning as you finally find a way to stand. And then you take off running. To where, you don’t know, you just sprint.

You run towards the closest exit, and see guards, and turn around, knocking into wooden walls clumsily. You run towards the next exit, where guards are standing as well, except this time you’re upon them before they notice you, and barrel into them the moment they hear screams from your chasers.

You manage to rather ungracefully make it down the temple stairs before falling down. It’s not your fault! Your hands were tied!

When a pair of hands yanks you to your feet you flail and kick until everything goes dark again. How many concussions can one human endure?

---

You wake up groaning, this time on hard dirt, painful sharp threads of hay pricking into your skin. Your ankles are re-tied together and you yell one long frustrated cry.

“Y/n?”

Was that…

“Hobi?”

“You’re here!”

“W-What are you doing here?!”

You look around at your surroundings and notice you’re in some kind of stable, turned into a kind of jail. You hear the adjacent stable cell knock on your wall. “Y/n?!”

“Taehyung, oh my god.” You cry out in relief.

“Were you bitten?”

“No!” You yell back.

“They said you were infected!” He yells back worriedly.

“Oh, they did? Well, I’m fine!” You struggle in the hay. “Are you tied too?”

“Yes, they tied our hands!” Another voice, farther away, speaks.

“Jimin?! Who else is here?”

“Me!”

Ugh, Dev, of course he’d be okay. Jungkook calls out to you as well. All except…

“Where's Namjoon? Jin? Yoongi?!”

“They are talking to their leader,” Taehyung assures you.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“They just showed up, out of nowhere like ghosts!” Hoseok yells, remembering the horsemen appearing out of the tunnels once the fighting had ceased.

At first, they thanked the members for stopping those men, as they were terrorizing the area and were in a long stale mate with the horsemen.

“They wanted to bring us back to this temple,” he pauses, looking around at his tiny stable cell, “but we explained to them where we were headed and then...Jin noticed you,” he emphasized, “one of the rider’s had you, you were unconscious, and well, they refused to let any of us go after that,” he groans.

You swallow hard. So it is your fault they were stuck here with you.

“There’s a whole community!” Taehyung yells, “They call themselves, ‘Hwarang!’”

Despite getting captured, Taehyung managed to garner a lot of information from his captor, an enamored fan. You learn the temple was sealed off after the outbreak. The locals and temple workers stayed inside and survived. They were too scared to leave the temple for many months, convincing themselves the reason for their safety was the temple itself. The modern world had failed them, but not this temple.

Obviously, a secluded temple with many gates would be a perfect hideaway from zombies. The idea that it was something more than just mere luck and location was a hopeful story that kept their spirits up, could you blame them for finding meaning when there really wasn’t any? The temple workers had been playing the parts their whole lives, now they really got to live like lords and knights.

Well, it was definitely an interesting coping mechanism, you thought.

“What are we going to do?!”

---

“What are we going to do?” Yoongi whispers to Joon, sipping the offered soju. “He doesn’t seem…all there.” He gestures to the old man in front of them, who listens to the quiet command of his guard.

“I know, let me think.” He still has the knives you gave him. He tries to come up with a plan that doesn’t involve them.

“Your...highness, can we talk about the woman-”

“Oh yes, her, the girl my men rescued! She’s fine, fine, we’ll deal with her. More importantly, tell me more about your performance at Gyeongbokgung Palace!” An old woman brings a round of refills, hands shaking, bowing to the Lord and Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi. They bow back at her, but she won’t meet their eyes. Everything feels tense and awkward, and the members try their best to remain calm.

“First, your highness, we would like our friends to be released,” Seokjin speaks.

“Oh my, this is just a precaution, my men spoke about how combative your friends were,” he pauses, “You know we can’t have that on temple grounds, I would like to peacefully come to a compromise, yes? Now I know you have your hearts set on Seoul, but it is a fool’s journey. You’re much better off staying in our company, don’t you agree?”

Seokjin and Yoongi turn their heads to stare at their leader, seated between them, eyes closed in thought.

---

“I got it!”

“Got what?”

“I got out of the ropes.” Taehyung says triumphantly.

“How did you manage to do that?” You ask, lifting your head up from the hay.

The wooden door creaks, unlocking. “I found a sharp corner. Friction.” Taehyung stands in the doorway, a smirk planted on his face. “You look pretty.”

“You look like a prince,” you say, looking over his clothes. He looks cute and elegant in his new robes. “So, come rescue me,” you grunt. You wiggle around, turning over your stomach.

You feel Taehyung’s long fingers work to unravel your knotted ropes. Once free you roll your shoulders, your arms prickling with new blood flow. Taehyung helps by rubbing your arms up and down. “I’m so happy you’re alright,” you breathe out, swallowing down tears of relief. “Let’s untie the others.”

“Jimin!” You hug the idol tightly once you open his cell and he chuckles against you.

“Untie me so I can hug you back.”

“Oh! Sorry, we should hurry, I feel like a guard will come back any moment.” You yank on the bindings until he can pull his wrists out, hugging each other once Jimin is free.

“Don’t ever walk away from the group like that again,” he murmurs in your hair.

“I would have found you again,” you sigh, “They would have hurt you if I hadn’t left willingly.”

“Well, you gave us a fighting chance, I’ll give you that.”

You tilt your head in confusion, “What do you mean–oof.” You feel a hard presence behind you, arms wrapped tightly around both you and Jimin.

“They said you were bitten, I thought I would never see you again,” Jungkook grumbles behind you.

“Guess you’re stuck with me,” you smile, turning around to inspect the youngest. Jimin wore something similar to Taehyung, satiny robes that matched yours, while Jungkook wore what looked to be an uncomplete fighter’s outfit. What happened to your knuckles?” Jungkook quickly pulls his hand away from yours, you can’t help but notice the cuts and bruises across everyone’s faces and hands. “What happened-”

“Shit, we have to go now.” Hoseok calls out when he sees a guard pace closer to the stable.

“Wait!” You look over to the advancing guard and then down at your dress. “We can’t let him alert the others, uh does anyone know how to do a chokehold? I would try to do it, but-” you twirl in your oversized skirt.

Jimin sighs, “I’ll do it.” Jungkook agrees to help, and you agree to act as bait. It was five against one and it went as easy as one could hope for, though you did feel for the stranger once he was knocked out cold by the youngest, your dull headache came back throbbing in sympathy.

“So you think I will fit into those clothes?” You look around in question.

“But you look so nice,” Taehyung says.

“I do like it, not very practical for escaping however. Someone help me trade clothes with him.” You turn to see five wide-eyed men. You groan, “Please!”

“Shouldn’t one of us wear the knight’s clothes?”

“Okay,” you untie the jacket across your chest, “Well someone is giving me their clothes then.”

The group becomes flustered, turning their backs to you and working to remove the guard’s clothes. In the end everyone ends up swapping at least one shirt, a jacket, or pants, until you’re put into a semblance of an outfit that works on your female body, synching your belt tight around your waist. As cute as you felt in the pastel woman’s handbook, this fit is much more easier to move in.

“I’m jealous,” you cross your arms looking over at Taehyung, “The guard wears my dress better than me.”

Taehyung laughs, while Jimin dressed like a guard grabs the last of his things, a large sword, sheathing onto his hip instead. “Let’s go find the others!”

---

Namjoon Jin and Yoongi were having their own troubles. They listened horrified as the Lord animatedly spoke about all the ways he punished dissenters.

“I think we should have a celebration! Your group can sing, it would really be a great morale boost for my men.”

“What about y/n?”

“Oh the girl? She will have to be executed of course, she was infected, didn’t you know? She tried to bite one of my guards!”

“WHAT?” Jin yells.

“No, that’s not possible,” Yoongi is in disbelief.

“It most definitely has been confirmed-” he says annoyed.

“Your highness can I please talk to you in private?” Namjoon interjects. But a scream brings the attention of the group towards the west.

“Your highness, what is that noise?” Seokjin asks, and as if to answer, a guard runs up towards the group, yelling…

“ZOMBIES!”

---

Only moments before your small group stumbles upon a discovery.

“Guys, what the hell is that?” Dev whispers. The smaller dwelling away from the largest temple was locked, wooden spears positioned over the doors. However, the familiar low growling was unmistakable.

“I think we know exactly what that is,” you swallow.

“Why the hell do they have zombies locked inside?!” Jungkook asks, horrified.

“I don’t want to find out!” you hiss.

“Well,” Hoseok swallows, “This is as good of a distraction as any.”

This is a bad idea.

---

“Look what I found!” Now that the zombies were out roaming, you and the group were inside the newly cleared building waiting. Jimin walks towards you with a handful of swords and spears.

“Aren’t those props?”

“Not these ones.”

“You know hwando, right?” you ask, grabbing a spear.

Jimin smiles, nodding. “Never thought I’d have to use it like this.”

“So what’s the plan?” Taehyung asks, reaching for a sword.

You look at Hoseok, Hoseok looks at you. So you look at Jungkook, and Jungkook looks at you. “Why is everyone staring at me?! Do I look like Joon?!”

After a long stretch of silence you sigh. “You said Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi were with the Lord, right? Well let’s go pay him a visit.”

---

It was night time, it was dark, the only lights around were the stars in the sky and the lighted lanterns scattered around the temple grounds. So if you kept your head down and ran in between the others, no one could really tell who you were.

“You!”

“Oh!” You stare back at the guard you had first met. Jimin runs in front of you before the guard can hit you with his sword, blocking his swing impressively.

Another guard appears with two zombies running after him, halting the fight. You all scatter. Running towards the closest building, you fall inside before zombies can make you their dinner.

Unfortunately, you were alone with none other than-

Fuck it's the guard.

“Listen, I did not want to hit you but you gave me no other choice! Really, you should have expected it.”

“You tricked me!”

You run back to the exit, “Well to be fair you kissed me.”

“YOU KISSED HIM?” Jimin yells, landing a kick to the guard’s stomach as he enters inside.

“Well, I-” the guard lets go of his sword, and punches Jimin instead. “Stop fighting!” A zombie enters after Jimin, heading towards your group. You spear him before he gets any closer. “Stop fighting and help me!”

---

“Did I mention how sorry I was?” you ask, saving the guard from another zombie. He huffs, but is grateful you saved him. “I am y/n by the way.”

“Park Wooyoung.”

“I’m sorry Park Wooyoung.” You extend your hand to help him up. “It was a g-good kiss-” Jimin stumbles into you, slicing another zombie. “Not the best, obviously,” you stutter, “I mean, you know what I mean-” Now that the last zombie in your area was taken down, Jimin grabs your hand, pulling you through the exit before you can finish your thought.

“I let him kiss me so he would untie me, that sounds bad, I did not mean to kiss him. I meant to escape, that is. Um, Jimin?” Why do you feel the need to defend yourself? Jimin pulls you along silently, until a wave of guards hit you from the side. Literally, barreling into you and Jimin as they try to escape a hoard of new zombies.

You are hit in a particularly sensitive spot on your ribs, still bruised from the car crash, and you fall to the ground, your grasp on Jimin gone. The pain is excruciating now and you crawl as best as you can through the chaos, until you reach a fence, using the wires to pull yourself to your feet. Okay, new plan, follow the fence.

Your crawl turns into a brisk walk and then turns into a quick jog away from the chaos. The situation is quickly getting out of hand, a zombie guard runs towards you and you have nothing to defend yourself with!

Luckily, his head is sliced off before he reaches you.

“Yoongi!”

“Y/n?” Two hands find your cheeks, holding your face tight as Yoongi looks at you in disbelief.

“Finally, I found you.” you smile, relieved. “I-”

Yoongi pulls your forward, hands still cupping your face, kissing you suddenly.

You stand stunned, looking at the soft skin of Yoongi's eyelids, the strands of his messy hair framing his face, until the softness of his lips and his warm calming presence allows you to close your eyes too. You reach behind to hold onto the fence to steady your buckling legs as Yoongi leans into you. His kiss ends too soon and has you following his lips, wishing for more.

“I thought you had died,” he whispers.

“I’m surprised I’m not,” you laugh, wincing as the pain in your ribs flairs up again, “Just a little beaten up.” Smiling as Yoongi wraps his arms around you to steady you. Your head bump together and you can’t help but look down at his lips, turning your head as his nose grazes your cheek, your lips almost connecting again.

“Where is Joon and Jin?” you ask, still so close to him you can feel his hot breath when he exhales, your noses touching, the space between your bodies practically non-existent.

“We lost each other.” He stares into your eyes and you stare back, you can’t look away, his dark brown eyes are so rich in color, matching his intense gaze. “I think I know where they went though. Can you walk?”

You nod, still unwilling to let go, feeling lost in the softness of his skin against yours. You realize just how tightly you are gripping the fence, relaxing your strained fingers. He shifts his body and you finally close your eyes, leaning your forehead against his. It's not the time to be doing this, whatever it is you’re doing with Yoongi. So stop it, y/n! You have to, even if all you want to do is kiss him again.

You straighten your body. “‘More trouble than she’s worth,’ huh?” You hit his shoulder playfully, glaring at him.

“I was trying to get him to let you go,” he says.

“It’s okay, you’re probably right,” you smile half-heartedly.

“You know I didn’t mean it. You are definitely worth all the trouble.”

You snort. “Well he’s dead now, so I guess he couldn’t handle me after all,” you frown.

“I would have killed him if he wasn’t,” Yoongi says.

You roll your eyes, yeah right.

Yoongi fills you in on his experience with The Lord of Sutasa.

“See, that’s why term limits need to exist, even in a world overrun with zombies.”

“Well, I think it is safe to say his little kingdom has fallen.”

“Hmmm-wait, is that...?” You see your beat up car next to the horse stables.

“Where do you think the keys are?”

“You go get them,” you point to Taehyung and Jungkook, sword fighting....each other. “I’ll go search for keys.”

---

“Jimin, don’t kill him!” You yell, finding Jimin fighting with Wooyoung again.

“I should have known it was you guys, you destroyed this place! My home!” he yells, bringing his sword down with momentum, a strong hit that has Jimin stumbling backward.

“Maybe you shouldn’t keep a pen full of zombies inside your home!” Jimin yells back, sword clanging against the guard’s.

“LIAR!”

Jeez. “Stop fighting! Wooyoung, please!” you follow the men around, pleading, “I have an idea, I can help you.”

“Woman, your ideas do nothing but bring me misery!”

“If you don’t like this idea you can kill me.”

“You touch her and I will kill you.”

Wooyoung knocks his sword against Jimin's, stopping for now. “This better be good.”

This idea was in fact, a good one.

---

“Joon?!” You run into each other, or well, Namjoon crashes into you, knocking the wind out of you in the process.

At least he didn’t hit your head.

“Y/n! Shit!” Namjoon reaches for the temple wall to steady you both, accidentally hitting your forehead in the process.

At least you didn’t pass out.

“Ow,” you wince, cradling your head, slipping on dirt, falling into Namjoon, who, for a former idol, has terrible spatial awareness, falling backwards as you fall forwards.

“Ahhh!”

“Owww.”

Maybe passing out would be less painful, you think. trying not to throw up as you lie across Namjoon's body.

“A-Are you okay?!”

“No! W-Where is Jin?” You do not move, as Joon is pretty comfortable to lie on and it's really the least he could do after he swept you off your feet god-of-destruction-style.

“We were separated.” He says, arms holding you to him before pulling you up. “You’re bleeding, did I do that?!”

The wound in your shoulder had opened up. “Oh, I was stabbed. Damn it feels like forever ago now,” you laugh, wincing again when your ribs move.

“You were stabbed by who?!”

“Not ‘stab’ like-” you make a fist and mimicking a stabbing motion, “More like-” instead of moving your arm you move your wrist up and down, “-that.” You craddle your ribs, sighing.

“You’re really hurt,” Namjoon says panicking.

You nod, “You too,” you reach for the bruise across his cheek. “What happened?” Even if the old fashioned robes covered their bodies, you could tell the group was just as beat up as you.

Namjoon sighs, “You are hurt worse,” he says, avoiding your question. “Y/n, you can’t put yourself in danger like that. We stick together, remember?”

“Trust me, I’m regretting it,” you tease. “We have to find Jin, we have to stop these zombies, because well, technically it was our fault.”

“What?!”

“I mean it was also their fault for having a room full of zombies. Who does that?”

“A mad old monarch,” Namjoon grunts.

“About that. We also have to stop...the Lord of Sutasa.” you gulp.

“Well,” Namjoon hesitates, pulling out your knives and handing one back to you, “You can cross that one off the list.”

Namjoon doesn’t explain how he knows the Lord is dead, just that he is definitely dead and undead and dead dead.

---

“Jin!” You kick your legs, trying to jump off Namjoon’s back. Jin runs towards you with Hoseok and Dev. You hug him close ignoring the pain in your side. “Did they fill you in on the plan?”

“I am filled in on everything. I wish I could have seen you in a hanbok.”

“Well technically this is a hanbok,” you laugh, and then double over in pain. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m not a zombie.” You grumble, eyesight tunneling.

“Y/n rest,” Jin says softly, holding on to you.

---

You wake up softly groaning.

“W-Was it all a dream?” you question, looking around at the familiar looking room, full of soft pillows and blankets. You look down at the dress you thought you would never see again.

But this time you were not tied up, except for the tight bandages you felt tied around your torso and shoulder.

You look at the closed door and wonder if it was locked. Hesitantly you call out the name, “Wooyoung?”

You sit up, “Wooyoung!”

Slowly, the door to your room opens up and in walks the guard, but this time Wooyoung is no longer dressed in his familiar guard uniform.

“For some reason I thought you would look more, I don’t know, Lordly.”

Wooyoung smiles, shaking his head. “I like being a Hwarang, but I guess you could say I am sort of a leader now,” he smirks. “I want to protect this place and people the right way. No ‘Lords,’ we will all work together.”

“You’ll make a great leader,” you smile. “Where are my um friends?”

“I can bring them in.” He hesitates, “Be warned, they might be mad at you.”

“What?! Why! Didn’t the plan go well?”

“Oh that’s not why, they were arguing for days who you were going to call for first when you finally woke up. Thank you, by the way, being chosen over BTS really made me feel like a Lord!” he laughs.

“Oh.”

“This is for you, honorary flowering knight.” He hands you a Hwarang uniform.

---

Everyone seemed more relaxed, which was a feat considering the zombie attack and coup that occured. The temples were open, knights were playing basketball with a makeshift hoop and an old basketball, a ‘forbidden’ item no longer outlawed.

You wore your hanbok until you had to leave, mainly because Jin wouldn't stop complimenting you, and then changed into your gift. The boys wore a mixture of modern and traditional clothing; Taehyung, Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook wearing a similar Hwarang uniform to yours.

You said your goodbyes, back on the road again! Now, with two horses, along with your car. Poor car, it took a beating as well, back windows broken from dragging Dev out, huge indents in the frame from the fighting, but the trunk still had your supplies tucked safely underneath the largest pile of stuffed alpacas you have ever seen.

First stop, a grim reminder of everything that's happened.

You stand at the wreckage, speechless. Dev pulls his pack from underneath a corpse. There were so many. It reminded you of the airport. You try not to cry.

“Did you find your pack?”

You shake your head.

“Are you okay?”

You can't look away from the scene in front of you. You piece together the story of what happened. “This was my fault, wasn’t it?”

“No,” Namjoon says. “This is what happens when men forget their humanity. They chose to act like monsters,” he softly tilts your head away from the gruesome sight. “We fought them, just like we would have any other monster.” You pull his hand away from your chin, feeling the healing cuts across his knuckles. You nod in agreement, because you had to, because you needed to let him know you believed his words.

“They will find your pack, don’t worry.” You wanted to tell him that was the farthest thing from your mind right now, but you stayed silent and stoic, as he was doing for you.

---

Well your bike was run over. You won’t cry over a bike, you won’t.

“Y/n?” Taehyung extends his arm out to you, offering a hand up on his horse.

“You know, I had a nintendo switch in my suitcase. I played with it until it died. I looked for battery chargers, and eventually those ran out of power as well.”

“Yeah?” you say, quietly listening to his story. You lean back against him, getting accustomed to the sway of the horse.

“Then you know what happened?”

“What?”

“I cried. It felt like part of my life was gone, I guess it kind of was, yeah?” he looks down at you.

“Yeah,” you sigh. You listen to the horse hooves clacking on pavement, turning your head to his chest, closing your eyes.

“I won’t say who, but when his laptop died, he cried so much, we were all worried he was going to become dehydrated.” He continues.

“Was it Yoongi?” You open one eye.

Taehyung gives you a sad smile, “Can't say.”

Click clack, you sing a tune to match the rhythm in your head.

“…It’s okay to cry.”

You sigh, gather up your tears and swallow, shaking your head. “I’ve cried enough over the past.”

Taehyung flicks the reigns, using his foot to softly increase the horses speed.

“I have to believe, there will be a day where we don’t cry over these memories, and laugh instead, at how we managed to make it through a zombie apocalypse and back to our families.”

“Yes,” you swallow, looking forward again.

“Who knows maybe I will see my family one day too,” you smile. “My friends. Oh my god, imagine if I told them I spent the zombie apocalypse with BTS. No one will ever believe me,” you giggle.

You liked pretending, imagining a hopeful future with Taehyung. He might just be acting to make you feel better, but he acted so optimistic and assured. You wanted a happy ending, no matter how unbelievable it sounded. ‘We will find a way.’

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“The tank is low!” Jin yells out the window.

There is nothing but miles of road and no exits in sight.

‘We will find a way.’

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Next chapter, we are headed into Seoul, and the tension goes through the roof! Mainly the sexual tension O.O

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