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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 !

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖?... 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊. 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓."

( IN WHICH ) ↳ the shyest girl in school catches the attention of a friendly hockey player, choso kamo. but what happens when their hasty new relationship swivels into drunken obsessions, intimidating requests, and pure toxicity? ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

( A/N ) ↳ this story originally comes from my wattpad, and you can also find it on my ao3. please do not reupload or plagiarize any of my content, ideas, or graphics. you will be blocked without hesitation. this story will be long, it's still in the making at 24k current words! it will, without a doubt, contain explicit sexual content. you have been warned. please be patient, and let me know your thoughts.

( CONTENT ) ↳ 18+ themes, fem!reader, college au, hockey au, explicit nsfw scenes, manipulation, stalking, drugs use, alcohol use, death, drinking, toxic relationships, swearing, loss of virginity, drug smuggling, obsessive themes.

( PAIRINGS ) ↳ hockey player choso x shy fem!reader

( chapters ) ↳

001 // SUKUNA RYOMEN.

002 // HALLOWEEN.

003 // CHERRY POPPED?

004 // AN UNEXPECTED SAVIOR.

005 // THE ART OF PLEASURE.

006 // SWEET TOUCHES.

007 // GLASSES.

008 // DADDY.

009 // DATE.

↻ + ♡ are appreciated. || 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴

© 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖

Meant to be mine 

Excuse me for the horrible smut 

Tags: Soft dark!Jace OC, mentions & descriptions of parent abuse, character death (poison), childhood to lovers. EXPLICIT: Titty sucking, breeding kink (if you squint), creampie, tummy bulge (mention) Jace really taking after his parents 

The dragon runs in his blood. Jace won’t give you up for anything, even if your hands belong to another. 

To marry well. A constant reminder of your obligations as a lady. Prepare to be disappointed. It’s rare for love to blossom in such unions. Marriage is a trade more than anything-whether it’s for a shipping fleet or an ally. How foolish of you to think your fate would differ from any lady.

How you’ve dreamed of having your ‘protected’ cloak placed around your shoulder to be the sigil of a three-headed dragon. Anticipating facing the man you’ve known for years. Instead, your ‘protected’ cloak’s sigil is one of a golden lion and your wedding vows are exchanged with another. 

Before the feast could begin, the doors opened, and everyone turned. Seeing the royal family ascend made your breath catch in your throat. They weren’t invited. You were certain otherwise their upcoming presence would have been the talk around. Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, seeing your father’s enraged face. Jakob Lannister, your newly husband, looked stunned.

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“WELL, WE SHOULD PROBABLY FUCK, RIGHT?”

♡ — SUMMARY; you & gojo are both sealed away in the prison realm. with nothing else to do, you might as well start fucking, right?

♡ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! reader, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), missionary, degrading nickname, best friends to friends with benefits, bickering, slightly jealous gojo, you & gojo are both the strongest sorcerers in the world.

♡ — A/N; based on this drabble (: I love this man sm, I’d do his taxes for him btw // also, pls don’t repost my gif!

♡ — WC; 3k

“This is all your fault, Satoru.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Okay, so I was distracted,” Gojo kicked up his feet, placing his black boots across a pile of dusty skeleton heads as if he was at home, relaxing on his plush couch, and not trapped inside of the prison realm. “If I remember correctly – and I do remember correctly because it happened thirty seconds ago – you were distracted too. Who knew that seeing your dead classmate would throw you off?”

“Throw me off?” You frowned, moving around a pile of bones to sit down somewhat comfortably. “You nearly passed out. I saw it with my own eyes, Satoru.”

“Oh,” Giving a small chuckle, Gojo tilted his head a bit as he smirked. “So you could see that, but you couldn’t see the weird guy with the two short ponytails almost obliterate you?”

“I don’t remember that. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“See this?” Gojo lifted a skull pressing against his right leg, and he dangled it in front of you. “This would’ve been you if it wasn’t for me.”

“You dumbass,” you paused, rolling your eyes, “because of you, we’re both gonna end up exactly like that skeleton. You do realize we’re trapped in here, right? No way out?”

“Calm down. Someone will save us. I have faith, don’t you?”

“Hell no,” a small sigh fell from between your lips, “and you know what? I hope we don’t get saved. The fact that we let ourselves get captured like this is embarrassing. I absolutely cannot leave this stupid box and look another sorcerer in the eye after this. I’d rather die.”

“You’re pretty dramatic,” Gojo sighed. “I hear you, though. We really screwed this up. We should’ve picked different careers. I could’ve been a really nice basketball coach.”

“I would’ve been a coffee shop owner.” Distracted by your own what-if daydreams, you mistakenly leaned back on a pile of skeletons, nearly jumping out of your skin once you remembered that you were indeed lying on a pile of skeletons. “Shit! I gotta get outta here, I can’t do this.”

“Just calm down, it isn’t so bad.” As Gojo adjusted himself, he grunted. “Remember when you dressed up as a skeleton for Halloween? You manifested this.”

“I should’ve never taught you that word,” frowning, you stood up, glancing around the dark inner workings of the prison realm. “How can you relax in a place like this? Aren’t you uncomfortable? Or at least a little bit scared?”

“Hmm, no.” Gojo grinned.

“I shouldn’t have asked. You’re too stupid to know when to be scared.”

“Ouch,” Gojo said dramatically, a hint of amusement coating his words. “Ya know, I’m glad you’re not a coffee shop owner. You’d probably toss random shit in someone’s coffee, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god, please shut up.”

“You shut up,” Gojo retorted childishly.

Deep breathing exercises had certainly come in handy during moments such as this one.

Although years upon years had passed since you and Gojo were kids, running around in Halloween costumes and splitting popsicles, it felt as if no time had passed at all whenever you two held a conversation.

Even so, how exactly did it come to this?

Gojo never truly had an ordinary childhood — you were the only normal thing in his life at the time — but you grew up rather unextraordinary.

A normal girl, one who went to school and did her classwork before sneaking off to a secluded lake in the late afternoons with Gojo, skipping rocks and eating sandwiches together.

It was a beautifully plain life. One that was ripped away from you by curses and sorcery.

The only silver lining that truly existed was your old classmates; the dear friends you made once you attended Jujutsu High all those years ago, and in particular, a dark-haired, mellow guy.

“Must’ve been really hard for you,” Gojo suddenly mumbled, “seeing Suguru again. You two had gotten pretty close, right? Up until he . . . left?”

“What’s up with the mumbling? Now isn’t the time for you to get jealous.”

“I’m not,” Gojo mumbled once again, turning his head away from you. “It’s not like that was the real Suguru anyway. Our Suguru is gone for good.”

“Yeah.” The sad tone of your voice is what grabbed Gojo’s attention. One thing that was stronger than his jealousy over you and Geto’s old fondness for one another was his deep concern for you.

“Hey, c’mere,” Gojo smiled softly, facing you once again.

“Huh?” You raised your eyebrows.

“I said come here.”

Hesitantly, you walked over to where Gojo was stretched out among the bones, sitting down on the ground beside him as best as you could with all the skeletons around. As you looked at him, it was rather impossible to understand how he could relax so comfortably.

“Come closer,” he held his arm out, waving you over.

“Why? What for?”

“‘Cause I wanna hold you, so just come here.” Suddenly, Gojo leaned up a bit, grabbing ahold of your wrist before pulling you on top of him.

With his other hand, he gripped the back of your thigh, moving your leg over his hips as he leaned back. He sighed with contentment once you were fully on top of him. Releasing your wrist, the white-haired man touched the side of your face, slowly guiding your head to his chest. “See? Isn’t this better than laying on those skeletons?”

“I guess so,” you mumbled against his chest.

“Why are you so tense?” Gojo guided his hand across one of your shoulders, and he started to rub it.

“Hard to relax when you’re trapped in the prison realm,” you paused. “Not to mention I’m literally laying on top of you.”

“So? We hug and stuff all the time.”

“This is more than hugging, and we’ve barely done that,” you smiled softly. “Kinda nice, though. You’re pretty warm.”

“You’re pretty warm too. And really soft.” With his other hand — the one that never left your thigh — Gojo slowly stroked you, gliding his hand up and down, but not daring to touch your ass just yet.

But he wanted to. Desperately.

Suddenly, Gojo shifted his body, squirming just a bit.

“You okay?” You questioned, lifting your head off of his chest to look at his blindfolded face. “Want me to get off?”

“No, not at all, everything’s fine,” Gojo lied.

Truth be told, his dick was starting to harden in his pants, and he could barely stand it.

“Oh, okay,” laying your head back down on Gojo’s chest, you spoke once again. “Satoru? What are we supposed to do until someone saves us? Just sit here and wait?”

“No, that’s a bad idea,” Gojo said.

“Then what should we do?”

Before he answered, Gojo placed his finger underneath his blindfold, pulling at it playfully.

“Well, we should probably fuck, right?”

It took a moment for Gojo’s sinful words to fully sink in. Upon realizing that you had heard him correctly, your head snapped up, your eyes widening with utter shock.

“What?”

“You heard me, sweetheart,” Gojo smirked. “No need to make such a big deal out of it. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but . . .” You paused, darting your eyes across the vast, skeleton-filled, dark space. “Here? Of all places?”

Gojo shifted once again. He gripped his pants, but he truthfully wanted to grip his cock instead.

“I’d fuck you anywhere,” Gojo said lowly. “I just think it’s time we finally fuck each other, don’t you?”

Suddenly, his large hand gripped the back of your head, and your best friend shoved his lips against yours.

“Hmm,” Gojo moaned softly, kissing you passionately with those sweet, feathery lips of his. Kissing you — finally, after so many years of dreaming about it — was a magical experience. Before, he never believed in soulmates or seeing fireworks when kissing someone — until now.

“Shit, you’re so . . .” His words trailed off as he pulled away, his warm breath patting against your pretty face.

“Satoru,” you mumbled against his lips, “I didn’t know you thought of me this way. I didn’t think that I’d be someone you’d wanna sleep with.”

“Really? Why’s that?” As Gojo spoke, he took off his blindfold, staring at you — then your lips — with those vibrant, ocean-blue eyes of his.

“We’ve barely even hugged,” when you frowned, just a little bit, Gojo wanted to kiss your pouty lips over and over again until his mouth was sore.

God, he wanted you in ways he couldn’t even begin to vocalize.

But he’d certainly try.

“And I thought I was being obvious this entire time,” Gojo paused. “Whenever we would fight together, side by side, do you know how hard it was to concentrate? All I could ever focus on in the middle of battle was trying not to let myself get distracted by you. Hearing you grunt and groan, just watching the way you’d move. I’ve always wanted to take you home with me once the fight ended, toss you on my bed, and find out all the noises you can make; see how loud you can get. I just gotta hear you moan for me, baby. I have to.”

Running his thumb over your soft mouth, he slightly pulled down on your bottom lip, all before he leaned in again, moving his thumb away and replacing it with his lips.

This time, when he kissed you, he didn’t hold back. That sweet tongue of his entered your mouth as if it was on a mission, and he swirled his tongue around yours, enjoying every little surprised noise you made just as much as he enjoyed tasting your delicious mouth. He’d kiss you forever if he could.

A small part of him hoped that the two of you would never get released, and he could spend eternity with his tongue sloppily flicking against yours.

A pair of large hands suddenly gripped your ass. When you gasped, pulling away from Gojo’s lips, he smiled. You were just too cute.

Who knew that the prison realm would actually turn out to be heaven?

“You’re so tense,” Gojo said with a hint of a teasing tone. “Has no one ever touched you like this before?”

“People have — I mean, I’ve done stuff before, it’s just . . .”

When you failed to finish your sentence, Gojo took it upon himself to finish it for you.

“It’s just that no one’s ever made you feel good before,” his sly grin only grew. “Right?”

“I-” you stammered, “that’s none of your business.”

“Lay down.”

“Why?” You asked, your curiosity at its peak.

“I wanna eat you out, sweet girl. Now lay down.” Gojo’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, and he lifted you off of his lap and laid you down next to him.

He then flipped over on top of you, giving you another kiss — a little, quick one — before he started to impatiently unbutton your pants.

“What kinda best friend would I be if I just let you keep living your life without having had a proper orgasm?” He said, shrugging off your bottoms. “Told you not to waste any time with all those shitty guys. You should’ve been with me from the start.”

“Yeah, yeah,” rolling your eyes, you sat up on your elbows, looking down at the sorcerer between your thighs, who slowly pulled down your underwear and held your legs open. “You’re not the first guy who has said a bunch of hot things to me, but then failed to deliver-”

You were interrupted by your own unexpected gasp, as it was elicited from your throat thanks to Gojo’s skillful tongue, which had swiped right across your clit.

He was such a tease; that tongue of his could work wonders. And it did. He flicked at your clit rapidly, and during every quick stroke, his eyes never glanced away from your face.

You started to squirm, but he held onto your thighs, convinced that absolutely nothing in this world could make him want to stop eating your pussy. Not when it tasted so undeniably good.

“Had no idea this pretty pussy was so damn delicious,” he pulled away, mumbling against your wet folds. “Should’ve done this a long time ago, baby.”

When he dived back into your pussy, he licked and sucked, sucked and licked. Good god, you tasted amazing. So, so amazing. He couldn’t help but moan as he made a mess of your pussy; your juices and his spit decorating his face.

“Oh my god, Satoru,” you moaned, “I’m close-”

Once again, your words were cut off by your own uncontrollable moans. That sweet orgasm was brewing right in the pit of your stomach.

You expected him to pull away once you warned him about your approaching orgasm, but he didn’t. Instead, he pressed his calloused fingertips into your plush thighs even harder, and he ate your pussy as messily as possible. Licked at it more rapidly. Sucked on your clit more hungrily.

“Cum in my mouth,” he moaned out in between licks. “Don’t hold back; I want it all. Cum in my mouth right now.”

“Gojo!” You called out. Last warning.

Instead of pulling away, he reached forward, grabbing ahold of your soft tits. With his fingers, he flicked at your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And with that, you arched your back off of the hard ground, moaning his name over and over again like a sinner praying for forgiveness.

Gojo lapped up your juices as if he was dying of thirst. He’ll be damned if he missed even a single drop of it.

“Damn it,” he said as he detached his lips from your swollen clit. “I wanna eat you out over and over again, but I gotta fuck you. I just gotta know what it’s like to be inside of you.”

Gojo sat up on his knees. He unbuttoned his pants. When he pulled them down, along with his boxers, his hard dick flung out.

You couldn’t help but stare at the mesmerizing large dick. The tip of it was red and swollen, precum dripping from his aching hole. Two long, thick veins ran along his member.

“You’re so big,” you stated, darting your eyes between his hard cock and handsome face.

“It’s okay,” Positioning himself in between your legs, he said, “I’ll make it fit, baby.”

When he pressed the tip of his dick against your awaiting hole, it felt like he was stepping through the gates of heaven.

One hand was placed next to your head, holding himself up, while his other hand gripped your hip.

His dick slid inside of your soaking wet pussy as if it belonged there; pieces of a puzzle coming together. The sinful moan that fell from between his lips was beautiful.

He couldn’t help it.

Not when your pussy was so tight, wet, and warm.

“Hmm, hey baby?” Gojo whispered, his warm breath patting against your ear, soft white hair tickling the side of your face. “You called me Gojo instead of Satoru earlier when I was eating your pussy. I want you to moan it again for me, over and over again. Can you do that?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Such a sweet girl,” he gave the shell of your ear a quick little lick. “So, so sweet.”

He didn’t wait too long to start thrusting in and out of you once your pussy had adjusted to his size. He simply couldn’t. Not when you felt so utterly amazing.

With his lips still close to your ear as he fucked you, the chatty man whispered all sorts of dirty things. And it only made you moan even louder.

“I could fuck you just like this forever. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He grunted, slamming himself inside of you at a quicker pace. “Sorry if I’m being too rough. I can’t help it, baby. Your pussy’s driving me crazy, just like I knew it would. I knew my best friend would feel this good. Who else other than me would know what to do with a pussy like this? Hm?”

“Gojo,” you called out, gripping his shoulders for dear life. “Gojo, I can’t- I’m gonna cum again!”

“Already?” He smirked, pulling away from your ear, his face only a few inches away from yours. “Gonna cum all over my dick? Make a mess?”

You didn’t respond — you couldn’t respond — not when he rhythmically fucked you like a doll, the tip of his dick reaching all the right spots inside of you.

“Shit,” Gojo suddenly groaned. “Think I’m gonna cum too, baby. I can’t hold it . . . Can’t fucking hold it much longer. I’m gonna fill you up. Stuff that pretty pussy with my cum. No one else will get to.”

“Please do it,” you stammered out with a whine, struggling to speak from the way your body was being pounded into. “P-Please!”

Suddenly, Gojo felt your pussy tighten around his cock. A wave of pure bliss washed over you, making your toes curl as you moaned his name in broken syllables.

The prettiest tears started to fall from your eyes. Gojo kissed them away.

His own orgasm was approaching quickly, building up in his lower stomach, dick, balls, and even his thighs.

“I’m so close — I’m right there, baby. I’m right there. Shit — I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum right inside of you, baby — there’s so much of it. I’m cumming-”

Feeling your cum coat his cock as your pussy milked him pushed him right over the edge. He moaned so loudly, it would have been entirely unsurprising if someone could have heard it from outside of the box.

He shot ropes upon ropes of warm, thick, pearly cum inside of you. His dick throbbed with every pulse, spilling every last drop of his semen into your stuffed hole.

“Baby,” Gojo whined lowly, attempting to catch his breath. “I didn’t think I’d ever stop cumming. You drive me crazy.”

“Can we go again?” Looking into his eyes with a pleading glance, you said, “I need more, Gojo, make me cum again. Please?”

“Did I just turn my best friend into my little slut?” Smirking, Gojo leaned down, kissing your lips once again. It was his favorite thing to do. “I’ll make you cum as many times as you want, sweetheart. We might be here for a while, so why not?”

Suddenly, Gojo lifted you, switching your positions until you were sitting right on top of him, his dick still inside of you.

“The prison realm doesn’t seem so bad anymore,” you grinned.

Gripping your hips, Gojo’s eyes scanned over your beautiful body, admiring the perfect view as you started to ride him.

Perhaps, he would have to thank Kenjaku someday.

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MY BELOVED !

— they recognize one of the zombies as their girlfriend

pairing! aouad men x f! reader

warnings! zombies, blood, death, angst, swearing, hurt/no comfort, violence

note! this sat in my drafts for over a month 😭 i'm really sorry for not writing these days, school has been giving out tons of work lately and exams 😐 just happened a few weeks ago. writer's block added up to my problems too 🙄

LEE CHEONG-SAN

cheong-san and su-hyeok were fighting the zombies trying to get near them as the others attempted to open the rooftop's door when suddenly a familiar face came into view, cheong-san froze when he saw yoon gwi-nam holding his now infected girlfriend by the collar of her uniform, he turned to the group who was trying to open the door as he tried to convince himself that he's just hallucinating.

but luck wasn't on his side as he didn't spot her, while gwi-nam smirked devilishly "what kind of boyfriend are you? leaving your girlfriend there to turn into one of them" the bully says as the other man's breath hitched, this caught the attention of the rest of the group, as they all turned around to see y/n in gwi-nam's hold.

gwi-nam threw the girl towards cheong-san as she tried to bite her boyfriend, gwi-nam squatted beside them and pushed y/n's head close to cheong-san's neck while he tried to take cheong-san's eye.

y/n was suddenly pulled back by su-hyeok causing her to get thrown towards the wall, su-hyeok was about to throw her off when cheong-san stopped him "NO! DON'T YOU DARE HURT HER YOU ASSHOLE! GIMME HER" cheong-san attempted to take his girlfriend out of his friend's grasp but it was no use as gwi-nam suddenly pulled cheong-san back towards him "YOUR SWEET LITTLE Y/N IS NOW DEAD! SO JUST GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING EYE ALREADY" su-hyeok took the opportunity and threw her back into the crowd of zombies

HAN GYEONG-SU

it happened in the science lab. when they all entered and he locked the door, he went to hug his girlfriend but to his surprise she wasn't there. looking around he didn't see a glimpse of her at all

"hey hey- where the hell is y/n?!" everyone panicked at his words and began to look around and even under the tables "crap. fuck...fuck fuck fuck she's not here"

he turned around to the door's window and there he got a glimpse of his grey hoodie that she borrowed in the morning. gyeong-su felt his heart drop when he saw the heart shaped necklace dangling around the zombie's neck, it was the necklace he gave y/n for her birthday.

he walked towards the door and put his hand against the glass, tears that he was trying so badly to hold back were now starting to fall "y/n...i'm sorry. i'm sorry for not protecting you. i'm sorry for breaking our promise" the group stared at him with sadness filling their eyes

"cheong-san...will you do me a favor?" he asked while his hands slid down the door's 'handle' making his best friend panic "hey! what the hell are you planning?!"

gyeong-su shook his head as a bittersweet chuckle left his lips "i'm going for y/n ok? you...survive with the others! so do me a favor and close the door as quick as you could" he smiled before opening the door just big enough for him to be able to get out but not enough for the zombies to go in

everything happened so quickly that cheong-san didn't even get a chance to speak but the last thing they saw was gyeong-su hugging y/n as the girl and other zombies bit him and while all that happened, gyeong-su was smiling as he pressed a kiss on his infected girlfriend's forehead

LEE SU-HYEOK

su-hyeok was holding cheong-san from behind to prevent him from running towards his infected mother but his grip weakened when he saw a familiar bracelet on the floor

completely forgetting the situation they're in, he takes the bracelet in his grasp and examines it and sure enough it belonged to his girlfriend. he stood up and looked around, hanging onto the last thin string of hope that his girl, the love of his life was still alive

but that string snapped when he turned around and saw a bloodied oh so familiar looking female zombie walking towards him, she's still pretty, that's the first thing that came to his mind when he saw her walking towards him

while the group was distracted and no other zombie seemed to noticed them he slowly walked towards y/n's figure, she attempted to bite him but someone suddenly hit her at the back of her head which startled him

when y/n's body fell he saw nam-ra holding a pipe, their class president leaned down and was about to break y/n's neck but su-hyeok stopped her from doing so

"don't" he exclaims and pulled nam-ra away from y/n's figure that was starting to stand once more, confusion was evident in nam-ra's face "spare her. we'll leave her here just- just don't kill her" su-hyeok says and pushed nam-ra to join the rest of the group that was now starting to run up the hill

a few zombies were starting to get near them but he took y/n's bracelet that fell on the ground and gave his infected girlfriend one last glance before running up the hill "i'm so sorry for not protecting you my love" he mutters to himself

YOON GWI-NAM

gwi-nam took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of blood and corpses. he looked around watching his infected schoolmates and classmates walk around the field, looking for something to eat

he laughed but when he heard a scream echo from the bathroom he felt as if he forgot how to breath, normally this won't affect him. he'd either laugh about how stupid the person is for screaming or run towards the sound to quench his thirst

but no, he didn't do any of those because the voice sounded awfully familiar and he didn't like it. not one bit.

slowly, he walked towards the bathroom.

"y/n?" he hears a thud along with soft growls which made him more worried than he already was. though it seemed impossible, he still had a small and thin string of hope

he was lost in trance, scared to go inside the female's restroom. but his train of thoughts were interrupted when someone bumped into his chest which caused him to look down, worry once again engulfing his body when he remembered what he went here for

his heart fell upon seeing her, his girlfriend.

she didn't deserve any of this. the world really is cruel. his first love, the first person who made him feel loved and appreciated had to experience all this torture while he just had to be lucky enough to be able to live.

sure, he felt happy being able to survive but what was he supposed to do? who was he supposed to protect? who was he supposed to love?

"why didn't i find you sooner, i'm a selfish bastard ain't i love?" he mutters to y/n who was plainly staring up at him after a few failed attempts of trying to go out of the restroom. he watched y/n stroll away, walking around the bathroom while he pushed the culprit that bit his beloved out of the room before shutting the door close.

he sat down and watched her walk around mindlessly, his head dropped down as tears started streaming down his blood stained face "fate is such a dangerous fucking game"

OH JOON-YEONG

due to the group being in such a hurry when entering the music room they failed to notice the two zombies inside, one being under the piano while the other was trapped to the corner by a table, cabinet and a few chairs

they were talking about what they were going to do with nam-ra. however while the others were arguing whether to kill her or let her stay, joon-yeong got distracted when he noticed the curtain that was somehow hanged in the corner slowly being pulled down

"hey guys- the curtain is-" his words caught the attention of the others but he stopped mid-sentence when the curtain fell. his mouth felt dry, shock engulfing him. it felt as if he was dumped with ice cold water when he remembered that his girlfriend ran after na-yeon, along with ms.park

the others were confused when joon-yeong's expression changed from being shocked, sad then irritated

there were tears in his eyes but the anger and irritation he felt for himself for allowing y/n to go out and na-yeon for probably killing his girlfriend

the others turned to look at where joon-yeong's gaze was, all of them practically turning into ice when they saw their now infected friend trying to get out of the restrains

nam-ra stood up and took a few steps near y/n. her breath hitched when she managed to smell na-yeon's scent from y/n's clothing

"na-yeon...she killed y/n" nam-ra confirms joon-yeong's suspicion making the said boy ruffle his hair out of frustration with tears streaming down his face as he did

it felt as if he was going nuts. he didn't know if it was from the pain or anger but he was sure that he wanted to kill someone and make their loved ones feel the exact pain he felt at the moment

JANG WOO-JIN

"i'm sorry" ha-ri says, she hugged her brother who was sobbing his heart out as he refused to believe what he just saw. his friends watched with sadness, they knew how much y/n meant to woo-jin considering how he never really stopped talking about her

woo-jin sobbed, memories with y/n replaying in his mind especially the last memory he spent with her

"WOO-JIN!" y/n yelled cheerfully when she spotted her boyfriend enter the gym, some of her teammates teased her while the others whined about wanting a supportive boyfriend as well

y/n just laughed at them and ran towards her boyfriend

"did you eat already?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around woo-jin's neck, the man nodded and raised a plastic bag near her face which contained her favorite beverage, a bottle of water and her favorite snack

woo-jin kissed her nose before her lips "here, i know you haven't yet" y/n lets go of woo-jin as she took the plastic from her boyfriend "thank you!" she exclaims

"don't go too hard on yourself alright? i have to get back to the classroom before class starts" he says, y/n nods with a smile. she was about to go back to her team but she noticed woo-jin staring at her with a mocking pout

she laughed and playfully rolled her eyes before kissing the man who did not hesitate to kiss back, they stayed like that for a couple of seconds before pulling away "love you" she whispers "love you too" and with that he walked back to his classroom with a smile

"what if...i stayed? what if i stayed here then maybe she would be safe in here!" he says between sobs, ha-ri could only stare at him. she wanted to tell him not to blame himself but she knew that her brother was too stubborn to listen to her because, he only listents and calms down when y/n assures him, she thought to herself as a tear made it's way down her cheeks

YANG DAE-SU

one of the things they didn't need during this kind of situation was to argue with someone but here they are arguing with coach kang

when coach kang caught a glimpse of dae-su he laughed mockingly before pointing at the student "you! you're- what's her name? AH! y/n, y/n l/n. you're her boyfriend right?" dae-su nodded, a sudden rush of worry and suspicion washing over him when coach kang mentioned her name

"what did you do to her?!" on-jo asked almost immediately which made coach kang smirk "oh nothing..i just bumped into her while she was running around the halls, looking for her lovely boyfriend"

it felt as if cold water had been poured down on him, he had had forgotten something in the classroom which is why he came back leaving y/n to wait for him in the cafeteria but it seemed that she ran out the moment she noticed some students acting weird

and after a few seconds of trying to process the situation the last bit of hope he had left when his friends didn't allow him to come out of the classroom the moment he entered as they assured him that y/n would be somewhere safe nearly snapped

"some boyfriend are you" coach kang mocked before his nose started to bleed, although he was already in the process of becoming a zombie it seemed that he was really determined to get into his students' heads as he said a few more words that could snap the students' string of hope

coach kang pointed at the door "look" they turned to where he was pointing at "it's her" and there revealed a teary eyed y/n but a look of relief was present on her face when her eyes came in contact with dae-su's

they quickly took the chairs and tables away from the door as coach kang started to turn before he bit min-ji on her lip. with cheong-san blocking coach kang, dae-su had to hold min-ji back from running towards their friends

dae-su threw min-ji to the ground before running towards the open door and dragging y/n along with them before she could protest. y/n's vision turned red making her halt, upon hearing a few growls that were getting near them at an awfully quick pace she placed a peck dae-su's lip before letting go of his hand

"stay safe for me ok?"

fear once again washed over him "what?"

"promise to stay safe for me" she repeated with a bittersweet smile as she pulled her sleeve up slightly to reveal the bite mark on her lower arm

"DAE-SU! Y/N! COME ON TO THE SCIENCE LAB!" woo-jin and joon-yeong yelled as they quickly walked down the stairs, y/n smiled and showed them the bite mark before running down the stairs and distracting the zombies that were on their way up

dae-su wanted to refuse, he didn't want to believe what was going on but with y/n shooting him a smile from down the stairs before completely becoming one of the infected he knew he had no choice

in the science lab, dae-su stared down at his fingers as y/n's words replayed in his head

promise to stay safe for me she didn't even ask it, it was more like she demanded it. he nodded to himself before he lets out a breath and he never breaks his promises. no wonder why y/n told him to promise, so he wouldn't give up

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polarity | 01 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader {f}

genre: yandere

warnings: 18 + , unhealthy behavior, toxic relationships, cheating, manipulation, mentions of mental health (mc has pretty bad social anxiety) (TW: non-con touching)

word count: 4.6k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..

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Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | ❅ CS | 03 JK | 04

 Her glossy tinted lips stared back at her, raising her hand to touch up her last bit of makeup. Eunji was gorgeous , not like she needed much to make her stand out. But it wasn’t the good looks you admired about your friend, it was the oozing charisma she carried everywhere. Truly, you thought even if she wasn’t blessed with good looks, she’d still have every guy at her feet. Or anyone for that matter. It was just the aura she possessed. She pulled away from the small mirror she had in her hand, raising an eyebrow towards you.

“You’re gonna love him.” She promised, and you shook your head. Eunji had said that about each one of her past boyfriends, but still each one didn’t manage to impress you much. For such a pretty girl, your friend seemed to love complete bums. A shame really.

“As long as you like him..” You trailed off, uncertainty clear in your tone. You two both sat at the corner of a small cafe that was located near your apartment complex, La Belle. The place was slow today, oddly enough but the silence was comforting enough for the both of you. You figured that was soon about to change since you weren’t the type to look forward to meeting strangers.

“Y/n I’m serious, I really like him. He’s perfect in every way.” Eunji insisted, leaning forward against the small table in between you two. “ Plus, he’s really hot.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at your friend’s descriptions. As far as you knew, the guy came from a pretty wealthy background which already meant he wasn’t like the usual guys she went for. He was a bit older too, Eunji never specified his job , just that he worked in the same company as his father. You figured it must have been a family business. 

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Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months we’re all for his beautiful, blushing bride.