The liquid, rushing in willingly, dulling my ever present hunger. Never truly satisfied, lingering on the outskirts of my mind ready to pounce at the easiest option. Digging my nails into his hips with my other hand tangled in his hair, pulling harshly. I lick my lips, savouring the taste and smell. More flows into my open mouth, delicious saltiness.
He was a rather attractive boy.
Too bad, he must die.
Warnings: Blood, violence, death (no major character), smut, probs little angst, supernatural, BDSM.
I'm really excited for this one guys and if you have any comments or tips for my writing. It would be great appreciated.
Send me prompts, for one shots!:)
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.