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texts w/conceal.
exbf!conceal x (f)!reader part one - part two - part three - part four
cw: falling out of love with your boyfriend because he starts distancing.
they will be toxic af next part trust. 🤫
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antlers
pairing: sungchan x fem!reader
wc: 1833
cw: noncon, murder, necro but not really, kidnapping, coercion.
don’t read if uncomfortable
the old sedan groaned against the gravel, eating at the last of your patience. nebraska. the word tasted of ash on your tongue. not that chicago had given you much solace these last few months–too much commotion. so against your better judgement, back to your home it was.
practically in the middle of nowhere—your lucky night—a low thump meddling to the ground. a curse escapes your lips, your foot presses harder on gas, scanning the barren landscape, desperate for some sign of life.
a motel sign, faded yellow, loomed ahead, its “welcome” sign–though barely legible–catches your eye. you swung the wheel hard, tires crunching against the gravel driveway. the place you arrived at was a decrepit relic, paint peeling like sunburnt skin, the windows vacant, the words shady shear motel flickering, appearing like a message to “decode.” your face cringed at the sight, but the insistent hiss of your tire gave you no other choice. you cut the engine off, the silence of the night, deafening.
midnight. no chance of being able to call your mom without sending her into a heart attack. only six hours of hell, you thought to yourself. you grabbed your phone and charger–pratically the only two things that mattered in your life–pushing open the grimy door. a jangling bell above the door, causing a figure upright, his eyes piercing into your soul. hesitantly, you approach the desk, the receptionist blinking slowly, his eyes resembling the vacant windows of the motel.
“hi” you began, scratching self-consciously at the nape of your neck, “could i get a room?”
he stared blankly, an uneasy gaze. then a voice so monotone it sounded fake, “$39.”
you pat your pockets, a wave of dread washing over you.wallet. left in the glovebox of your car. “do you guys take tap pay?” you ask, lips forming into a shaky smile.
a slow deliberate roll of his eyes.“you don't have money?”
your brows furrow. “i do, it’s just in my car…i’ll be fast.” he merely nods, eyes scanning you back to the sedan. a shiver, fleeting and unwavering, curled around your spine. he watched you from the dirtied window, rummaging through the glovebox. you retrieve your wallet, and return to the counter, handing him the crumpled spare cash you’d forgotten.
he slid a heavy, metal-tagged key across the counter, “room 8”
you flash him a faint smile, grabbing your wallet. taking a quick glance at the nameplate beside the bell. “thanks, sungchan.” you acknowledge you turn to leave, keys cool in your hand.
“wait.” he called, voice still flat, stopping you cold.
your eyes look back as far as physically possible before you’re turning around and retreating. sungchan shook his head slightly, a strange, almost amused glint in his eyes. “nothing. just couldn’t help noticing your tire.” he gestured toward the car, illuminated by the motel lights.
“oh yeah..” you mumbled, a wry laugh escaping your lips. “decided to go flat on me.” his eyebrow arches, a flicker of something unreadable across his face, "i could help you fix it?” he inquires, your face lights up at his request, but then you really take in his words causing your face to drop. you shake your head, “i don’t… i don’t have money to pay..”
sungchan pulls himself from the chair, rising to his full, towering height. “don’t have to.” he murmurs. he bent under the counter, retrieving a heavy toolbox. as he straightened back out, his size seemed to dwarf you, along with the lobby. you blink a few times, amazed at his astonishing height.
the conversation that followed was dull and brief;he’d fix your tire, and you’d be well on your way. he strides over to the door, holding it open for you with his freakishly long arm. you smile again, walking past, the unsettling feeling of his eyes on you once again.
outside, he placed the toolbox on the cracked concrete, followed by a loud clang. “got a spare?” your eyes dart around the oppressive darkness, pretending to think, shaking your head no with great shame.
“thought so.” he says, too quietly. he turned, unlocking his truck to grab his tire out the boot. he maneuvers things around in the bed, trying to find the tire. finally, he wrestled out a full-sized tire, then returned, rolling it towards you.
“you can take this one.” he stated, a directive more than an offer. you nodded, sinking down onto a nearby parking block, immediately checking your phone for the time, praying for the time to go quicker. you didn’t even notice he was finished, until his large shadow loomed over you, and you saw him dusting his hands.
“can’t believe i fixed a tire in the middle of the night.” he mused, a dry edge to his voice.
you stood, analyzing the car, as if you could discern the quality of his work. you hand grazed along his forearm in a quick, fleeting gesture. “thank you.” he nods, “wanna take it for a test drive?”
“sure.” you said, a yawn escaping. “do you mind driving, i’m getting sleepy.”
another nod.
as you pull out the driveway, a cold, unsettling realization starts to dawn upon you. no seatbelt. allowing a motel receptionist to fix your tire–for free. and now, letting him drive you into the unknown at 1 in the morning. your mother’s face flashes in your mind, thinking what would it be like if she found this out.
“what’s your name?” he abruptly questions, breaking the silence. you sidled him, giving your name hesitantly. sungchan chuckles, “you don’t have to be so reserved, kid. i’m not gonna bite.” you roll your eyes, you could say the same for him. his odd responses, the constant nodding instead of a basic response and just how quiet he seemed.
“hm, okay.” you respond, crossing your arms. “why do you seem so quiet?” his eyes stay fixated on the road, shrugging his shoulders.
“don’t know, been like that since i was kid.” the casualness of the conversation, juxtaposed to the uneasy feeling that settled in your gut, sent a fresh shiver down your spine. you would decide to end the conversation there, focusing on the road ahead.
except, this was nowhere near the motel. though you had not known this area, it was clear. the thought sparked, then flared into an alarm. maybe he’s driving the tires down to match the others?
your hands unknowingly tightened on the seatbelt. the streetlights thinned, then died out completely. only your car’s headlights pierced the void. then, he turned. not onto another road, but a path. a barely visible trail that seemed to claw its way into the woods. “where…are you going?” you question sungchan with great trepidation in your voice, swallowed by the sound of branches scraping against the windows. no response, his hands, massive on the steering wheel, tightened. the car plunged deeper into the woods, the trees closing in like a suffocating shroud. your heart hammered against your ribcage, a frantic bird in its cage.
“hey, this is nowhere near the motel!” your voice cracked. “take me back! now!” sungchan slammed on the brakes. the car lurching to a halt, the engine dying with a soft sigh. slowly his gaze averts from the windshield, locking on to you. in the faint, otherworldly glow of dash lights, his eyes were not merely vacant. holding this deep, macabre darkness that instilled this seeping fear in you.
“please-” the word barely escaped, a desperate gasp, before his large hand, littered with callouses cups your mouth, muffling your words. harsh , ragged breaths tore through your nostrils. his free hand, slow and deliberate, unbuckled your seatbelt. sungchan’s movements are tedious, eyes fixated on your terrified ones. you’re a statue, the leather cold against your clammy skin.
“open your door.” he demanded, a low growl emitting. your mind rattled, struggling to process. your body twisted against the door, fingers fumbling. when it clicked open, you instinctively shoved at him, falling backwards. run. the single primal command screamed in your mind. scrambling to your feet, sprinting into complete darkness. the echo of your ragged breathing is heavy against your ears. sounds of sticks crunching below your feet, heart threatening to burst out your chest. you spun, desperate to get a glimpse of something. then, the ground fell from beneath you. you were airborne, hoisted, a puppet in his strapping grip.
you flail in his hold, fists pounding against his broad back, feet kicking wildly at his abdomen. “stop fucking kicking!” he roared, and a sharp pain, blinding pain erupted at the back of your head, as he struck you. despite his towering height, his senses clearly were not heightened. he hurls you to the dirt. you hit the ground hard, gasping, but before you could recover, he was on you, his crushing weight. his hands, tearing at your clothes.
in the harsh darkness, he didn’t need to sight to find you. his rough hands kneading your breasts hard, a searing pain with each brutal touch. you squirm under him, desperate to dislodge him, to escape. sungchan pulled you in tighter, a low rumble in his chest, as if wishing he could see your body, illuminated by a moonlight, that seized to exist.
hot tears stream down your face as his hand snaked lower, tracing a path down your torso, reaching for the waistband of your jeans.
“no, no, no.” you screamed in his face, thrashing like a cornered animal. sungchan groaned, a guttural sound of his frustration. his right hand clamped your throat, shoving you deeper into the earth. with his other hand he fumbled in his pocket, a glint of cold steel emerging. the moment the cold metal meets your trachea, every movement, every desperate struggle, froze. you felt not just frozen, but utterly, terrifyingly still, as if life had already begun to drain. sweat beaded on your forehead, a hopeless internal plea to suppress the scream that threatened to release from your chest.
but even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. sungchan’s hand slipped under your waistband, underneath the elastic of your panties, and a choked guttural cry rips from your throat, your body turning cold.
“you just can’t be quiet.” sungchan growls, frightening vibrations against the darkness. those were the last words your brain could fully process before the cold–now searing hot–metal sinks past your flesh, past your trachea, slicing the artery that governed every last will you had left to fight back. the silk-like warmth of your blood welled, then pooled down his hand, the sensation causing him to jerk, driving the knife even deeper.
you choked, taking in deep agonal gasps, somehow able to make out his bloodshot eyes in the inky blackness. the final image seared itself in your brain as your body slowly gave out. sungchan’s hand dug deeper into your core, his erection pressed hard against your now still body.
“wished you would’ve stayed quiet.” he murmured, in his slow, deep voice.
peach
pairing: sister’sbf!eunseok x fem!reader
wc: 1801..
cw: noncon, infidelity, age-gap (reader is 18), coercing, unprotected sex, loss of virginity.
eunseok as your older sister’s boyfriend who visits quite often, your mom, fairly content with his presence.
it’s late june, you’re out in the backyard, tanning with your best friend while scrolling on your phone. your coral and pink bathing suit, warm from the sun, molded to your skin, a second damp layer.
your older sister sits on the couch with eunseok watching tv, cuddled up to him despite the heat. although you were old enough to be left without supervision, she was visiting so you didn’t mind too much.
your best friend sighs, turning her phone off. “can we get in the pool now?” she asks. your eyes flickered to your still-pale thighs, a silent negotiation playing out in your mind. but it wouldn’t matter too much, you could just come back out tomorrow. the UV shouldn’t be too different tomorrow.
“sure, let’s get in!” you smile, placing your phone on your beach towel. without hesitation, the resounding crash of her hitting the water leaves droplets scattered across the patio like flung pearls. you dove after her, the sudden chill of the water chasing away the lingering summer heat from your body.
the sudden sound of laughter, broke your sister’s gaze from the tv to the two of you. eunseok’s gaze followed, a faint, unreadable smile touching his lips as you splashed.“i miss times like that.” your sister says, smiling at your enjoyment. eunseok nips at his bottom lip.
“we could always go to the beach when we go back home?” he proposed. her face, which had been relaxed, suddenly lit up.
“you’re so right, we definitely have to before the summer is over.”
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night time settles in, your best friend is long gone, but you’re still in your bathing suit—too lazy to remove it and shower. the crisp air of the fridge hits your face as you open it, looking for a snack. you search up and down the fridge, a bag of grapes in the fruit drawer catching your eye. crouching down, you grab the bag out the fridge to place them on the counter.
you straightened up, only for a solid form to block your light, his presence suddenly unnerving, his eyes leveled with yours.
“oh shit!” you breathed, your heart already thumping in your chest. your feet, almost on their own, pulled you away from him, instinctively seeking a safe distance of the cupboard, where bowls were kept.
“what are you doing?” he asked, voice too light, too innocent. you felt his gaze, heavy and unsettling, as he languidly leaned against the refrigerator. you didn’t even turn your head, “grabbing a bowl,” you drawled out, letting the words with sweetness that soured in your mouth, “so i can eat grapes.”
“let me get some.” he said, his low voice filling the quiet kitchen.
you focused on the sudden burst each grape made as you plucked it off the vine. but before you could even register the quiet rustle of clothes, eunseok was there, too close, too invasive. his presence, suddenly a suffocating heat. his hand unexpectedly and invasively slid along the sensitive curve of your back, lingering just a moment too long.
“what—i can’t touch you now? i'm your brother.”
a rigid stillness settled over you. your spine straightened, and your brows drew together, taking in his words.
“exactly.” you state, the single steel-cold barrier between you. eunseok bites at the inside of his cheek, then, in a sudden, jarring motion his hands were on your hips. gripping tightly, and you were spun around to confront him fully.. your mouth, suddenly dry, turning down at the corners. your brown eyes, unblinking, fixed on his, a coldness behind them. “this bathing suit looks so good on you.” eunseok compliments, taking his hand and smoothing it over your hair.
you felt trapped, stuck between a 24 year old man who you distinctly saw as your brother. “eunseok get the fuck away from me.” you spit out, grabbing his hand placed on your head. his expression switched from this alluring, sweet façade to an ugly demeanor.
you knew you made him angry. the way his jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his cheek, the pleasant glint in his eye vanished, replaced by a sudden chilling flatness.
eunseok shoves your hand away, twisting your wrist in his grip. hard. and behind your back.
“no.”
the last expression you see on his face was an earth-shattering smile, his warmth coming into contact with your skin, the taste of chlorine coating his lips. you shudder, balling your fists tight, knowing if you were to scream your sister would come rushing down the stairs. but how would you convince her that you didn’t provoke him in the first place?
his kissing intensified, the sensation of his teeth skimming your skin making your flesh raise with bumps. the words you yearned to say, stuck. eunseok could easily shut you up if he wanted to, so it was best to stay quiet. he frees your wrist, letting it travel down your back to the waistband of your swim bottoms.
the damp fabric of swim bottoms offered a fleeting, fragile barrier. but it was useless, his hand, hot, a brutal weight to it, dug into the soft flesh of your lower back, fingers gouging into your skin, even as his teeth grazed your neck. a guttural sound drew from you, a strangled shriek that felt ripped from your core. your hands, trembling but desperate, clawed at the rough fabric of his khaki shorts, gripping with great strength.
his hand clamped down, a firm, brutal hold on your ass, his middle finger violating a probe, beginning to trace the unwelcome arousal that seeped, hot and shameful, from your core.. “sure you don’t want this?” he murmured, the sickly warmth of his breath coating the shell of your ear. you were paralyzed with dread. this was it. the nightmare. something you prayed away. the one your sister tried to protect you from–only now, the monster was her soon-to-be fiancé.
his fingers continued their insidious exploration, the slickness on them a grotesque guide toward his harrowing intentions. your eyes burned, with unshed grief, finally betrayed you; hot, fat tears, unstoppable. “awe baby, don’t cry.” he consoles, wiping your tears harshly with his thumb. you jerked your head away from his touch–something you were still able to control. “come on pretty, take my fingers…you know you want it.” the way the words flowed out his mouth, made him so enticing. but you’d never fall for it. not for a menacing creature like that.
a cry tore from your throat, his fingers forced their way, wedged in between your walls, too wide, too rough. the vibrations of his groans against your face, stiffened every muscle in your body. “eunseok..” the name was a bare whisper. a desperate plea.. his fingers repeated the motions you’d done to yourself repeatedly. but this was different. when you did it to yourself, it was an act of quiet, private pleasure. no warmth, no release. only the cold crushing weight of violation and a sickening surge of fear and repulse.
“s’fucking tight,” he grunted, the words hot against your ear, “wonder how you’d feel around my cock.” he rammed into you, pumping faster, a fistful of your auburn hair yanked tight in his grip. your head smashed against the cold marble countertop, a sharp blinding pain exploding behind your eyes. you cried out, hands scrabbling against the unforgiving surface, desperate for it to anchor you.
the harsh sound of his zipper, whisper of khaki fabric dropping to the ground pierced the suffocating silence, screaming at you to just run away from it all. but your mind flashed with possibilities: two figures frozen in this kitchen; his hand swift and unhesitating, snatching a knife; the cold blade plunging deep between your shoulder blades, right into your spine.
the blunt tip of his cock lies perfectly between your folds, right before your deepness. your throat constricted, the salvia in your throat is coarse and thick, almost impossible to swallow. every muscle in your body screams in protest as he forces himself to fit inside of your small frame. your press-on nails screech against the marble, your knees knocking inwards. the arousal secreted from your walls around his cock, was only a bodily response. a desperate mantra, even as he continued to boast about how much you–he–needed this.
‘better than your sister. should’ve fucked you when i first laid eyes on you.” the cruelty of those last words ‘first laid eyes on you’ made something knot into a cold, hard stone.. five years. five years you'd seen him as a brother. how could those ear-piercingly, vile words come from him ? eunseok increased his pace, grunts following every thrust, his hand winding into your locks, using it to grind your head into the cold marble with every violent push. small noises emitted from you, but by now you were so frozen, even your vocab was. the tears couldn’t stop, and neither could your moans.
“stop, please…please. eunseok.” your pleads came out in short breaths, as his thrusts became relentless. eunseok chuckled, admiring the tiny, pure body–a body he now utterly controlled. “don’t wanna wake your sister, do you?” he taunts, yanking your head up to meet his gaze. you glare into his cold eyes, scared to detach them from his gaze. eunseok plants a kiss on your lips, once, twice, and even a third time. demanding a response you couldn’t give. “come on now,” his lips brushing yours, “i know you’ve wanted to kiss me at least once. now's your chance.” *eunseok smashed his lips against yours, you involuntarily pressing back onto him. the kiss is rough and leaves you gasping for air against your saliva coated lips.
“such a pretty girl.” eunseok compliments, his rhythm slowing, dragging out the agony. your pussy responded to him, the feeling of his orgasm reaching. “gonna cum in this pretty sweet pussy of yours.” your eyes frantic and wide, darting around the kitchen, the sun finally dipping below the horizon. you hadn’t even noticed.
as he incessantly grazed in and out of you, your surroundings dissolved once again. your head recoiled against the countertop as he unraveled his hand from your hair, hands finding your waist, a familiar anchor. eunseok bucked his pelvis into your hips, holding his grunts in his mouth. and then, the hot, viscous flow of his seed. you swore you could feel it coursing through your veins, a searing venom. the foul taste of semen– you never knew–somehow coated your throat. a broken sob poured from your lips. a shuddering mess in his hold.
there was nothing left. no anchor, no flicker of self to cling to. every last shard of you had been ripped away, scattered, and forever lost.
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