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queenofthefullmoon · 5 years ago

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An exhaustive list of Dark Souls 3 bosses I would or would not date

Iudex/Champion Gundyr

We’re starting off this list with a strong yes. Our boy Gundyr has had a hard, difficult life, and he deserves some good company. He’s tall, strong, and I trust him to protect us as we set a lovely camp site outside of the fire link shrine.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley

Vordt is big and he is feral which are truly the only two qualities I look for in a man. Together we’d be unstoppable. I mean, think about how easy it would be to go around with him: just climb on his back and let the rodeo begin, baby. This argument alone should be enough to convince you that Vordt is a suitable boyfriend, but here’s another one: if you get too hot in the summer, worry fucking not for your gigantic man can hold his equally gigantic hammer over you and cover you with snow like an italian man covering his pasta with parmesan.

Cursed Rotted Greatwood

Now while I’m certain it would be a perfect partner for some people, the Cursed Rotted Greatwood isn’t for me. For one, I am not fan of curses, or rot, or weird sticky balls, or strange orange acid, or pale white and slightly viscous hands bursting through a living tree. Secondly, I feel like the crowd of Hollows who group up around the tree would be a big impediment to our intimacy, and I’m not ready to be the mother of 20 Hollows.

Crystal Sage

No offense but you’d be an idiot for not wanting to date the Crystal Sage. All wrapped up in one package, you get a super competent sorcerer bf, who wears the coolest hat in the galaxy and an equally cool cape, and who overall looks like the upgraded version of a plague doctor. In addition to that he also has a pretty rapier so you can both engage in some sparring (which we all know is the most romantic couple activity).

Deacons of the Deep

Probably one of the worst options on the list, they’re all crusty, rotting men moaning around a biggass coffin. There are many technical questions. If I dated a deacon, would I have to date all of them? Can we go out on dates or are they obligated to stay next to the coffin at all times? Can I even date them at all?? Not that I would, because I have standards. The only pro to entering this relationship(s?) would be that I’d probably get one of their robes for free, but the cons are so numerous that I’d rather buy it myself.

Abyss Watchers

Let’s be real and honest even if it hurts. Would I date an Abyss Watcher? Yes. Maybe I’d even date two. However, would an Abyss Watcher date me? No, because they’re all in love with Artorias, and I can’t blame them for that.

Old Demon King

At first I considered dating the Old Demon King like a Russian Instagram model dates an old, rich American man: with a great deal of fake love but above all great patience in order to be the only person on the will. But then I thought about it more, and what does the Old Demon King have to offer, really? A big firework show that will leave him exhausted like the old creature he is, and maybe some pyromancies. Truly, it is not worth it, especially since I’d have to take residence where he lives, in a big old room filled with the corpses of his kin.

High Lord Wolnir

I’ve got nothing against Wolnir personally, but I have no interest in skeletons, nor in his army of skeleton children. As stated above I’m not ready to be a mother. I feel like if we got in an argument and he sighed, he would poison me with his awful breath and I would die a horrible death. Also, living on the brink of the Abyss doesn’t appeal to me that much. However I would like Wolnir to be a good friend I can talk jewelry with because let’s be honest, the man (skeleton?) is blinged the fuck out even in death and I respect that.

Yhorm the Giant

Yes, I would date Yhorm. He was nothing but a sweet, misunderstood giant who always tried to get people to trust him and he convinced me. I would put my life in his big hands. Think of the possibilities. Just like with Vordt he could carry you everywhere but in a less reckless way if you prefer proper manners. You’d never have to worry about not seeing anything at a concert. Also, may I add that waiting for you to show up while sitting on his biggass throne is an absolute power move? Yhorm is a Lord of Cinder, but above all, a Lord of this heart.

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Would I date him because of his appealing aesthetic? Yes. Would I date him for anything else? No. Sulyvahn is absolutely terrifying, completely unhinged in the most frightening way, which is that he doesn’t look bat shit crazy. I could be thinking that everything is going well in our relationship then suddenly he’d lock me in a dungeon then would feed me to his weird friend because I put a fork in the knife drawer. He could pretend to propose and give me a weird fucked up ring with his eye in it and the next thing I know I’d be running in a field on all fours. I don’t trust like that.

Aldritch, Devourer of Gods

I’m so sad about Aldritch because literally everything about him is completely unappealing, unacceptable, unnatural, unholy, abhorrent, but he has the delicate and beautiful face of Gwyndolin. While our lovely Gwyndolin looks gorgeous as ever it doesn’t make up for the fact that Aldritch devoured people and probably wouldn’t find love to be a good reason to not eat his partner. The only reason I can find to have a friendship (not even a romantic relationship) with him is if you really like experimenting with cooking and you really, really need someone to taste your inventions.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley

I feel attraction, which means that just like any other being who feels attraction, I would date the Dancer. She is beautiful, graceful, a bit feral, and would not hesitate to put a flaming knife to my throat, which is the description of my dream woman. Imagine walking the streets with her, trying to hold her hand while it dangles 3 feet above you and she insists on holding her sword, actually, so she might slay anyone who tries to approach you, which she communicates through icy breaths and murmurs. The date of a lifetime.

Oceiros, the Consumed King

Another awful choice on this list, Oceiros is RABID and also, as far as we know, still a married man. You really want to date a man that hasn’t even gone through his divorce but already looks like this? Me neither. I’m already not big on dragon fucking but the fact that he’s all viscous and has weird growths all over him is not helping. Also, he has children, and we know how I feel about that — although, given how he treats them, he probably won’t have kids very soon (too far?).

Ancient Wyvern

So I’ve stated that I’m not very big on dragon fucking. With that said, do I think the wyvern is sexy and beautiful? Absolutely so. You’re probably like « Blue you’re sending mixed signals, are you gonna date the lizard or not? » and to that I say, date? Perhaps not. I would however like to form a lifelong bond with this wonderful force of nature and fight by its side, live a long and fulfilling life travelling along with it, only to die at the same time atop the tallest mountain in the world, where our skeletons will be discovers hundreds of years in the future by brave explorers, who will confirm that the legendary songs that were written about us were in fact not just a myth.

Nameless King

You’ve just read what I said about the wyvern. I feel like the Nameless King really understands me and would respect me for that. We could bond over our love of dragons and other flying scaly beasts and perhaps share some chaste kisses while soaring the sky on our companions. It’s nice to date someone who loves pets as much as you. I feel like he would be a fun guy to hang around in general, maybe he’d let you braid his hair or try on his crown. He can arrange personalized fireworks shows for you with his lightning powers. I don’t think you’d ever be bored around him.

Dragonslayer Armor

Dating an empty suit of armor has never bothered me (see: ds2 Ruin Sentinels), however I have beef with the dragonslayer armor. Is it a beautiful armor? Perhaps a bit worn off, but the reply remains affirmative. However, it is controlled by Pilgrim Butterflies, which basically means I’m dating one to multiple of these things in the shape of an armor, and I’ve gotta confess that I’m not down for that.

Lorian Older Prince and Lothric Younger Prince

Here comes the delicate moment where we have to make a choice without offending anyone. I personally, speaking for myself, in my own opinion, would rather date Lorian. Reason: he is big, strong, and a bit rabid, which I’ve made very clear is my type. I don’t dislike Lothric, but I feel like we’d be better off as best friends who have a really snarky group chat where we shit talk the entire kingdom. That’s pretty good because if I even just slightly disliked Lothric I’m pretty sure Lorian would sense it and would not hesitate to murder me on sight.

Champion’s Gravetender and Champion Greatwolf

Well the full name is just a formality here, I’m not completely insane so I don’t want to date this rabid wolf. I feel like the Champion’s Gravetender is just a normal dude who’s a bit in over his head and it’s not his fault but he just seems a bit boring compared to all my other options. Instead of a date I think he’d be more of an awkward flirt I had when I was bored and then I came to my senses but didn’t know how to disengage, but in the end it worked out because he was more interested in his work anyway.

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel

Again a choice has to be made and I will have to be predictable and say I’d date Elfriede. Just like Dancer she’s what the woman of my dreams is made of. She’s graceful and could easily take my life and I think it’s awfully sexy of her to be like that. I think I’d be accepted into the family pretty easily, which is important since Father Ariandel cares about Friede so much. I’d go visit him sometimes, play chess with him, bring him his flail, normal interactions with your girlfriend’s dad.

Soul of Cinder

I’m gonna be a tiny bit freaky here and say I’d date the Soul of Cinder. Dating it is just like opening a Kinder Surprise egg, you never know what you’re gonna get (sorry Americans for excluding you here). That makes life exciting and doesn’t let routine stall your relationship. Every day you can wake up with the question « What weapon will my darling walk around with today? The flaming sword, or the sorcery staff? » and be surprised by the answer. Truly ideal, but I understand it’s not for the faint of heart.

Demon Prince

I’m gonna go with a maaaaaaybeeeee? leaning towards no. I mean yes, the Demon Prince is a weird fleshy flaming demon, and that may be a bit gross, but I’ve gotta admit I admire his style, the drama of it all. The care he puts into his entrance, the attitude in his moves. If we don’t date I’d at least want to be friends so he can teach me his ways.

Darkeater Midir

I have very intense and contradictory feelings towards Midir. In one hand, holy shit, absolutely epic dragon, the spirit of companionship is growing in me. On the other hand, this beast is RABID and pretending I could tame him is foolish, and pretentious. I guess in the end the answer remains that I don’t date dragons, I just want to adopt them as my extremely exotic pets.

Halflight, Spear of the Church

Yeah I’d date Halflight, I know it’s the easy answer but look at him. I mean shit he’s walking around like a little thotty with his shirt open and you mean to tell me I’m not supposed to wanna date him because he looks pretty much like a regular dude? My boy Halflight WANTS me to date him or else he would not show up with his tiddies out to a sword fight, which as an activity already has enough erotic implications on its own.

Slave Knight Gael

I’m gonna say it unashamedly and I’ll say it again: I would date Gael. He’s been nothing but helpful and when he tries to attack you it’s to help his little lady that he’s adopted as his niece. We love a chaotic parental figure. Maybe he’s a tad bit old and dirty but there’s nothing a good bath can’t fix and I’m sure he’d appreciate having someone taking care of him for once. Again, he’s got that slightly unhinged quality to him that makes him delightful. When I walk around with my partner I want us to instill both fear and fascination in people which we would be able to accomplish perfectly well.

Dark Souls 1: Remastered date list // Dark Souls 2: Scholar of the First Sin date list

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magaprima · 5 years ago

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Part 1 Episode 10 Thoughts 2/3

When all the mortals are running into Baxter High, Principal Hawthorne is, as fits his role, at the head of everything, guiding everyone through. It makes sense, because he’s the Principal, he’s in charge, but then Lilith is stood there at the door. She’s not assistant Principal, she’s not vice principal, she’s only a history teacher, yet she’s even stood with more authority, as she stands at the doors, looking more like the Principal than the Principal himself. This is a nice foreshadowing for her becoming the new Principal after eating Hawthorne, but I also like to think she’s stood there thinking about how the High School is going to need a new Principal, perhaps even vaguely thinking she would rule this place far better, little knowing the Dark Lord was going to make her stay at Baxter High and do exactly that.

When Hilda knocks Lilith. I found this funny when I first watched it because she really freaking knocks her and Lilith topples a bit with the unexpected impact and then the glare she throws her could quite honestly turn Hilda to pure ash. But, it is even funnier, when we found out it’s just Lucy constantly knocking Michelle at every opportunity. But if we keep it to characters only, man does Lilith get freaking pissed off at people knocking into her; the woman has a personal aura space and knock into it at your freaking peril.

When Hawthorne is constantly whispering in Lilith’s ear, totally invading her personal space, presuming allowed intimacy, she is constantly tense, her shoulders her up and she never moves a single inch in reaction to him; she neither gives him the satisfaction of either paying attention or pulling away. All that moves is her eyes, watching him out of the corner of her gaze, looking constantly pissed off in a silent yet deadly manner. She has a big task ahead tonight so she is trying her upmost best to tune him out and ignore him, and focus on her own things.

Yet when he leans really close and is practically smelling her hair, she does flinch and it’s clear he disgusts her. I always find it interesting how Lilith reacts to different men depending on how they behave towards her, because you would think, as this ancient being, as the Mother of Demons etc etc, she would be above reacting to any mortal in any way. Yet, she’s not, she does physically react here. His closeness revolts her. But she still tries not to give him any satisfaction of a reaction; this is the mark of a woman experiences in harassment and men and their general shittyness.

“I’m engorged with excitement”

This is the point when she can’t point-blank ignore him anymore. He has so persistently revolted her and annoyed her and now he’s crossed the point and she responds. But it’s not with open anger, or walking way, or anything like that, she actually responds in the way many mortal women in these situations have done. By just saying his name in a ‘Oh I’ll accept your harassment, but I’m trying to let you know it’s not okay’ because mortal women know shit is not likely to be done about it, so this is the usual compromise they have to settle on. Again, I think this shows how often Lilith has been in that situation, even in the days when she wasn’t as powerful as she is now, and I do think, with certain types of men or certain dynamics with them, she falls into knee jerk reactions, instinctive reactions that, oddly, aren’t that different from mortal women reactions.

But when he suggests ‘finally have that drink’ and she turns to glare at him, that’s the moment, that is the precise moment she decides she will have that drink with him. In order to kill and eat him. He signed his own death warrant with that final misogynistic push. I mean the look in her eyes, the way she says nothing, the way she walks away, is killer, literally. Yet, he’s so oblivious, he just seems to think she’s turned on. But Lilith’s abhorrence here, her reaction, is an interesting counter. I perceive Lilith as being someone who likes to dress a certain way, who likes to feel sexy. I know I do. When I wear high heels, a tight skirt, a really great bra, red lipstick etc I feel sexy and I like it. And I do it for me. I want to feel sexy for me, not for the male gaze and I feel this is Lilith’s approach, it’s her own enjoyment...yet, as always in this world for women, the way we dress directly influences how men interact with us, even though it shouldn’t.

So Lilith is yet again a prisoner, as she has been her whole existence. She was trapped in the Garden by the rules that said she was less than because of being a woman, then she has been trapped by her banishment, then she was trapped by Lucifer in an abusive dynamic, and even now, even while she is technically free to do as she pleases, to dress as she wants, that comes with a trap. Because she can’t just dress and enjoy it, it brings predatory, presumptive men and she has to constantly deal with them. Boring, tedious, repetitive reactions to her appearance. But why should she have to tone down what she enjoys just to avoid men’s attention? Why should the way she dresses, the make-up she wears, be directly connected to men? Why can’t it be what she likes? But no, she is still seen through a man’s eye, and is still seen as an object, something to be taken...and it’s gone on for so long, Lilith has literally learned what all mortal women have learned; to ignore it. It’s the wrong lesson, but we’ve all done it, and Lilith is included in that. Devouring Hawthorne is her having had e-fucking-nough.

When Lilith goes over to Sabrina and Hilda, warning them of what will happen if they can’t maintain the spell, she walks over so slowly and casually, she doesn’t even feign rushing. She’s really, really not bothered on any level and we, from the camera viewpoint can see the lack of urgency, which she only begins to feign once Sabrina and Hilda are focused on her. Lilith definitely needs an audience to maintain her cover.

I love how she goes into full ‘Wardwell’ mode when she’s talking about how the mortals will be unprotected and there will be ‘no escaping his sword’. I love Lilith openly acting as Wardwell; when she tries to be what she thinks is a school teacher who is also a witch who also likes mortals, it’s comical. She’s all wide eyed and over-dramatic movement, hair flicking, open speech, she blinks her big, blue eyes, she nods, she sighs dramatically and sadly, she speaks with this energetic yet desperate urgency...she basically has a lot of the markers in her movement of an animated Disney Princess when they’re trying to save the day. And that really tells you all you need to know about what Lilith thinks a mortal-loving-history-teacher-witch would be like.

When Hilda says ‘pitch in at any time’ in the most annoyed, sarcastic manner, Lilith just completely ignores her, like nope my focus is Sabrina, oddly rebellious-yet-soft aunt. She can only fake to one Spellman at a time. She only fully focuses on Hilda when she’s like ‘It would mean your Aunt Hilda holding the fort here alone for a bit’ and looks at the woman with both insistence of like ‘don’t you dare fucking refuse’, but also with the added ‘Wardwell’ expression of ‘I know I’m asking a lot’. As a side note Hilda’s frustrated ‘Bloody hell’ in reply is priceless.

We see Lilith’s small smile of satisfaction as Hilda agrees to stay and Sabrina agrees to go; this is the final stage of the plan, and things could have still gone awry, but Lilith knows the large part of the journey is done; once she gets Sabrina to the woods, she’s done it. It’s only a subtle smile, but it’s there, the woman is feeling relief. Because not only does this mean, she thinks, closer to a crown, but it means Satan won’t be punishing her.

Also, it’s interesting that when they leave, Sabrina is the one to take Lilith’s hand. Lilith is currently watching Salem and then Sabrina grabs her hand, surprising her (I don’t think she quite expected Sabrina to be so gung-ho) and Sabrina is the one leading. She has Lilith by the hand and is running and Lilith is running slightly behind. Despite her being the one to manipulate the events, we see Sabrina leading the way, which I think is foreshadowing for how Sabrina will lead the way on a larger scale, and does mark the new path for Lilith to follow in the Part 2 finale.

Also, the pair of them look adorable running together, because if we take it at face value without our audience knowledge, it just shows how close Sabrina and Ms Wardwell have become since discovering Ms Wardwell was a witch. Which, without all the surrounding context, is really sweet.

#episode stuff

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taetae-tea · 7 years ago

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Prejudice

Genre: Slight angst (if you bend to the right and hold arch your neck a certain way), fluff, smut, oneshot, College!au

Paring: NamjoonXreader

Word-count: 8.1K

Warnings: virginity taken, body appreciation, love-making, slight jealousy, judgements, ass-grabbing, eating out, slight dirt-talk, it’s really just a little love-story you guys

Summary: You never wanted to live on the edge and kept your distance from certain people, such as the popular ones like Namjoon. But just like your mother once told you, you should never claim a prejudice of someone you’ve never spoken to, maybe they will turn out really differently.

A/N: eyy, back at it again y'all. I hope you like my fluffy side of the story, worked hard on it since I’m lowkey a fucking ego from the inside. Also leave me some requests <3

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'So... How about Namjoon? He is still alone.'

You immediately feel irritation and abhorrence creep up your body upon hearing his name dancing along your ears. And how can you blame yourself? Who in heaven's sake wants to partner up with such a slacking college student as him?

'Can't I do the project on my own?' You ask hopefully, really not wanting to be a part of a team that is doomed from the beginning.

You don't really have a problem with him. He is not a trouble maker at all, he keeps his mouth during the class and doesn't bully even a little fly. It's just, he knows how to manipulate someone so well that he, at the end, hadn't even laid one finger on the subject. He put his name under it and tada, that was his project, though he didn't do shit about it. You simply don't want a partner who doesn't show their full effort for the project. It's just a bothersome to you.

'No ___, this project is spicificly ment to ameliorate your cooperation abilities. Now go and begin your project with him.'

You let out a sigh out of defiet. You know that the teacher's words does make some sence and you can't get away from the project this easy. That's why you just accept your fate and walked up to the focused Namjoon. It's how you always see him, phone in his hands and typing his life away. You never know what he does on his phone, he may be just texting all his so-called friends. Whatever it is, you don't care about it anyways, it's not your concern.

When you finally reached the table, Namjoon didn't look up at you at all and just kept staring at his little screen, still typing. He is completely absorbed into that little thing called a phone. You don't really know whether to try and get his attention or just to walk off, beginning the project on your own. But knowing that you'd have to put his name under it, only get you madder and more irritated than you already were, so you decided on talking to him. Maybe you can somehow still get him to join you into this project.

You softly tick on his shoulder, making him to immediately look at your face, gaze immediately boring into you soul. You gulp, wanting to escape his gaze as vastly as you could manage. You knew it was a bad idea to approach him, he will probably get anoyed with you or something. Why are you even scared of that anyways? Maybe it's just the simple mind of a young person, being scared to be judged and to eventually get bullied if you don't look out. Though, Namjoon isn't a bad person at all, but the fear of getting this kind of judgemental gaze of Namjoon got you to suddenly fear for his presence.

Namjoon is a quite popular guy, since his looks are no joke. Besides his looks, is he also very charming and romantic build, that's what you've observed at least. If he says something in this school about you, you will be doomed for life. A life of a student can take a turn like that, so being scared of it isn't anything new to you either. You always have a slight anxiety for this topic.

'What?'

His voice suddenly broke your thoughts and brought you back to earth. You were appearantly staring at him like some weird creep and you immediately wanted to kill yourself right on that place.

'We have to do this project together.' You managed to say without faltering your words. You wait for him to response, but he only nodded and turned back to his phone, showing you he isn't really interrested in the topic. You are irritated, yeah, but you don't dare to show it. You don't want to make a scene with him and it will probably end on you embarrassing yourself, so you just decided on turning around and walking to another seat.

This is kinda how you are. You have so many thoughts, but bringing those thoughts out to the world? No thank you. You don't like living on the edge, you want to keep it save. It's how you've been living on this school, aware of the terrors that can be occurred in this little world. You've seen it often enough, girls getting cat-called by others, only because they made one crucial mistake. You've always pitied them and eventhough you wanted to defend them, letting them escape from the hideous world of bullies, you still knew better than to interfere. What could you have done for her? You'd most likely get cat-called after that too. It's sad, but the hard reality.

You get ripped out of your thoughts again as someone had thrown their stuff on the table beside you. You jumped out of the shock, making a quick turn to look who it may be to disturb your thoughts like that. When you see the bored eyes of Namjoon looking into yours, you began to frown. Why is he here? Did your words kick some sense into his head? That couldn't be it, you hardly said anything.

He sat down, eyes still on yours. It's a weird vibe that he is creating along the two of you. You know that Namjoon isn't a man of many words, but it still doesn't fail for you to become awkward. It makes you anxiety to rose up again, thinking that he may be playing with you as he stares you down, deliberately creating the awkward moment. Some guys do that, looking at you and holding your gaze to tease you and to make you smile, but Namjoon is different. It's cold and empty, not something you're used to at all.

'Why did you walk away?' He suddenly asks, finally showing that he isn't just a statue. You wouldn't be surprised if he was one. Maybe he could study 'being a statue' for his career, it's almost a perfect match.

'I assumed you wouldn't want me sitting next to you, since you didn't give me a reply.' You say, looking down at your hands, which are fidgeting around each other. Though you’re trying to look calm and relaxed, your hands never fail to give away your feelings. The only thing you could hope for is that he wouldn’t notice your nervousness.

This made you question, is it normal to react like that to other people? Do other girls and boys also feel anxious about such a matter? Everyone always look so calm when they speak to others around the classroom and it got you a wondering if you were just the only one.

Namjoon let out a soft laugh as he shook his head. He found it amusing, somehow. By the way you’re fidgeting around on your chair, he knew that you were really tense from his presence. He didn’t knew a girl could be this effective while being near someone else, or maybe it’s just him. It’s adorable, he concluded. But that was only for a little second before he got back to his activity he was doing just a few seconds ago.

You got slightly disappointed by the lack of response and again decided on doing your own thing again. Though your head kept questioning to why he was chuckling just now and wanting to know why he shook his head, it got you scared of what he might think.

A lot of things scares you in this life and you’re very much aware of it. But over the time, you learned it was just some teenage thoughts you were having. It’s all a process, getting accepted into a group. It’s what all teenagers and college students want, being a part of a group to feel complete. Though, it’s not what you truly love to do, it’s something that society made you do. It’s a norm, being a part of a group and it’s hard to avoid. That’s why you decided to just go with the flow and to have a small group of friends to talk with you during the breaks. It’s everything you’ll ever need to survive this madness.

‘So, shall we begin then?’ Namjoon’s voice again rang through your head, making you look up from the text you were reading, well something that looks like reading, but because of Namjoon’s presence you couldn’t even focus so you’d have to read the same part over and over again. You look at him and nodded, giving him a kind smile, in return for his.

‘Let’s meet at 7 pm, he said. I’ll be on time, he said.’ You huff at yourself, looking over your shoulder to the clock, showing you it’s already 8 pm. You were so fed up at this point, having to wait for way too long already. You really thought, after the last lesson when you were signed to work with Namjoon, that he’d shown some interest into the subject. He had tried to find some information on his phone and wrote it all down in his notes. You were almost fascinated by his fast work and his ability to find information so easily. But now, having waited for a solid hour already, you were furious with him.

He had asked you, after class, to visit your room this evening to get some more work done, since he won’t have a lot of time after this week. You agreed on that easily, since you don’t mind to have this assignment done very early. It will only spare you time in the future anyways. By that, you were also kind of exciting that a guy like Namjoon would be at your place. You’ve never really been around guys, since you’re simply not interested in them at the moment. It’ll come around later, you thought and let the subject go. But now having waited this long, made you somewhat disappointed. You knew you shouldn’t have these high expectations for Namjoon, he is still this un-interrested guy who never wants to get an assignment done by himself.

You finally gave up and walked out of the living-room, getting yourself some tea to calm down your anger. When you’d gotten some hot water and poured it into your cup before putting the tea bag into the cup, you suddenly heard furious knocks onto your front-door. You aren’t stupid, of course it’s Namjoon. Though you’re mad at him, your heart can’t seem to stop racing while knowing a popular guy is in front of your door. It’s exciting, almost, but you need to hold yourself strong, you need to show that you aren’t just someone to fuck with. Yes, that’s the plan.

You walk up to the front door your cup of tea still in your palms and a racing heart in your chest. When you open the door, you indeed see a out-of-breath Namjoon standing at your doorway. He lets out a huff of relieve upon seeing your somewhat flustered expression. It looks like he has been running to your apartment and it got you a little bit fussy, thinking that he at least tried to get on time. But as you can tell, it failed miserably.

‘Sorry that I’m so late ___, I totally missed my bus just now and there was a lot of traffic so the next bus was also very late-.’

‘Wow, don’t worry, it’s okay.’ You interrupt him, chuckling as he sheepishly smiles, hand coming up to rub his head. It’s as if he is casting a spell onto you, your madness just went away in one singly moment, just like that. But after all, he really did have a reasonable problem after all. You just decided on letting him into your little house, showing him the way to your living room and he immediately took a seat on your couch.

‘I’m really sorry ___.’ He says for the last time and you just shake your head, telling him that it’s alright already. You're somewhat confused by his behavior though, like he is a whole nother person. You thought he wouldn't really care about you or coming too late, but he seems to really be concerned about it. It shows you, that Namjoon also is a normal human being, like you and also has his worries. Of course, like it's something rare, but it's actually not so rare. But how could you know when you are so introverted build and don't really want to talk to others? You can't really talk with others about your problems, so you have to solve them yourself.

'I'll get the computer and the books, you just stay here.' You told him as you walked out of the room, streight to your bedroom and to find all your needed requirements.

Namjoon, on the other side, is inspecting your apartment. It's cute, walls decorated with christmas articles already, though december just started. He also noticed to amount of books you are keeping on a shelf, mangas and novels mixed together. When he looks at the television, he sees a little kendal, along with a few christmas carts who are ready to be written on. You are a decent person with a few very cute aspects.

At first, he didn't want to make this asignment at all. You were right on that part of your judgement, but the moment you walked up to him, he felt different. He got interrested in your introverted behaviour and wanted to know more about the mystery girl. Of course, he had seen you a few times in class, but he could remember that you were always pretty quiet. It's not like he really cares about your quiet personallity, but the way you just walked away from him when he didn't respond to you, got him intrigued. He knew there was so much more to you than just a quiet girl, so that's why he wanted to have a get-together at you place to work on the assignment.

You came back into te room, arms trying to hold all the books as tightly to your chest, not wanting to let anything drop. Then, on that moment as you walk up to him with a slight smile, Namjoon could feel his heart pound very fast. It shocked him, questioning his reaction to you just walking up to him. To him, you suddenly looked to beautiful, seeing your hair tugged behind your ear as you try to concentrate on the books, but still a smile slipped away to throw it right at his face. What is going on?

'Let's begin.' You announce and he nodded in awe, still enchanted by your looks. The way you move around and place your books on the table, he was aware of everything. Why was he suddenly like this? Normally he wasn't really fazed of other girls. Of course, there were some who could let time slow down for a split second, but they ruined it the moment they began talking, letting out the most stupid sentences. That's why he never really was interrested in girls overall, maybe for sex or anything, but besides that he didn't need girls around him. Sadly, he doesn't have a choice, since girls walk up to him without a warning, clinging to him like so koala.

There had past some time and the both of you managed to get the most work done. You were already very proud of the information you've managed to collect and convert them to your own words. You've never worked this easily with another person, since the most always lost track or got bored and eventually called it a night. Namjoon on the other hand seem to be very great in keeping up with your speed and sometimes he was even the one who got the information you were looking for already saved in his document.

You look up to your clock, reading 11 o'clock already. You let out a sigh and stretched out, letting out a little moan of the long work you've just managed to do. Namjoon looks at the way you stretch, seeing your beautiful body revealing only the slightest to him as a split of skin got revealed. He tried to calm himself down as he watches you. He has felt very comfortable in your pressence, yeah, but everytime you tugged your hair behind your ear or anything, he would feel slightly attacked by your natural beauty. He has never fallen for someone this quick, it got him somewhat anxious. How could one human have a weak for another this fast? And this intence?

You hadn't felt any different than him. You could litterally see the tension between you two, both twitching around when you accidentally touched each others hand. In these 3 hours, things have changed. Your image of this uninterrested guy had conpletely fanished into thin air. He had shown you how much of an efford he had put into the assignment, totally the opposite of what you'd imagined things would go.

'How about we'd call it quits?' You say, showing him a small smile, but it fanished the moment you see his gaze on your body. You clensh you jaw for a little second before looking away from him, feeling slightly uncomfortable by his action. He bites on his bottom lip, finding it cute to see you all shy by only the littlest motion. It made him wonder how you would react if he would thrust his cock deep within your walls...

'So, you should go.' You stand up from your seat and began cleaning up your stuff, but you didn't see any motion on Namjoon's body, he just sits there while looking at you. You don't know why, but you are willing to know. What has been going on inside Namjoon's head? It's something you probably never will learn to know. He is somehwat a mystery right now, giving you signals that confuses you.

'Can't I stay a little bit longer?' Namjoon asks and he is genuin about it. Though he has dirty thoughts about you, it isn't his motive to stay longer. He actually wants to know you better. He hasn't yet gotten the chance to ask you any personal questions and he has been keeping a few behind his words.

'Why?' You ask, now very nervous about the aituation. Of course, you wouldn't mind having him longer beside you, that's out of the question. But you want to know his motives.

'To learn more about you. You seem like a pretty interresting girl, the kind I like.'

He is looking somewhat smug, but it made him appealing and you could feel a slight flush going over your cheeks. He really is good with his words, you decide and you are loving it.

You sit back down beside him, awkward but awaiting for his actions that he will take. You didn't thought a boy could get you this rilled up with only a few words. It must be normal, to be this effected by a guy, but maybe not. Maybe it's only him who could get you this tense. What would that mean? Do you love him already? Is that something that happenes to many? It's a scary thought, to fall for someone this quickly, but maybe it's worth a shot.

'So, ___, tell something about yourself.'

And there it began, a long lasting friendship. That night you had talked for the whole evening and he only left around 4 am. You had such a blast with him. You'd gotten to know each other so well. But the information that had sticked to you the most, was the reason to why he was always typing on his phone. He told you he is a writer. He can write poetry, romans and even song-lyrics. He said that he could get away from the world when he was writing and it could calm himself down.

Your friendship lasted for weeks, months and hopefully years. You talked every day and you even got to meet his 2 other friends, Taehyung and Yoongi, who happen to be very kind too. They kind of absorbed you into their friendship and now you became a group of 4 very close friends. You never had thought you would find such a great friendship with these guys, but it somehow happened and you felt lucky finding them.

'___, we're having a party this friday, why don't you join for a change?' Taehyung asks as he nudges your shoulder. You groan as you turn to your other side in an ignoring way.

Today wasn't any different from your normal mondays. You were just hanging around their room as normal, watching some movies or doing your homework. It's like you local hang-out place and they don't mind it one bit.

Your head was resting on Taehyung's lab as he was playing some gtaV, which you found always entertaining to watch. You find yourself spending your days often at Taehyung and Yoongi’s dorm lately and you are surprised that the boys haven't kicked you out yet. Maybe that is the reason why Taehyung asked you to their party, for you to get a little bit more going on in your life than this boring cicle.

'No.' You say, pouting as you close your eyes. Taehyung grinned as he shakes his head, focussing back on his game.

'Why not? Maybe you can finally take a hit on Namjoon, your ever-lasting crush.'

You gasp as you got off his lap, immediately glaring at him. He only let out a laugh as he patted your shoulder in an appologizing manner. You began to pout again and laid back on his lap.

Maybe, he was right. It has been a hard 6 months already and you haven't tried anything. Though your love for him only grew, things just always seem to take a negative turn. There are times that he tried to be closer to you than friends, but you always seem to give him the wrong signals back. It's frustrating, to be honest, and you just want to be with him already. Fuck it.

'What time?'

You could feel Taehyung stoffen under you as he looks down at your figure, still pouting and looking all cute.

'9 pm, you're actually going?' He says with surprise visible in his tone. You nodded as you now again sat up. You suddenly became determined to finally have Namjoon for your own. It's as if you've been waiting for this kind of moment and it got you excited for some reason. There didn't even past a second before you were already worrying about your clothes for friday.

'Fuck, what am I going to wear?' You whisper as you go through you whole warderobe in your head. Taehyung let out a chuckle as he shook his head, finding it rather amusing. As long as he had known you, he knew you were somewhat a distaned girl. He'd never seen you worry about clothes, make-up and hair. It's adorable in his eyes, his adorable best-friend.

The week went on very slowly, you constantly thinking about the party. You fantasize about everything that could go wrong or right. If Namjoon will notice you, if Namjoon will even want to get closer to you. Fuck, now you think about it, parties aren't parties if there isn't anything intimate going on. What if Namjoon wants to kiss you? Or anyone for that matter? Of course you've kissed before, but anything beyond that was a No No.

Eventually, friday came along and there was only 1 hour left untill you would have to leave your apartment. Taehyung and Yoongi had came over to your place to give you some nice clothes. You didn't question where they had find the clothes and deep down you knew that had snatched it from other girls. You don't complain though, the clothes look nice and really edgy. It was a leather black tight dress, the dress ending at the middle of your thigh. You felt exposed and very uncomfortable as you looked into the mirror, but when you walked out, you worries flew away.

'Fuck, that almost got me hard.' Yoongi snarls as he looks over at his friend, which was only smirking as he looked you up and down. You still felt uncomfortable, Yeah, but their reaction kind of made you more confident about the upcoming event. Maybe this wasn't so bad after al.

The time of the party eventually came and you were pushed inside a house full of sweating bodies, laughing and screaming people. It’s something different, for sure, but it isn’t scaring you away. normally it would, of course, since you’re basically social awkward. But even since the 3 boys took you into their lives, things changed. You became overall more confident over yourself and even though this step might be a bit too big, it still has to be taken. You’ve finally come to realize the purpose of college. It’s to create memories, even if they are awful, it’s what makes you human to make mistakes and to get back on track. Besides that, how can a little party hurt?

‘Okay ___, have some fun now!’ Taehyung smiles as he pushes you into the crowd, which you immediately disappeared in. The people around you complained slightly by the way you accidentally pushed them over, but stopped when they realized who you were. You got a few weird stares, but also a few smirks and whistles. You gulp as you began walking through the cloud, hearing your name being yelled from everywhere. Of course they know who you are, you are the best friend of Namjoon nonetheless.

At some point, as you try to go to the kitchen, someone caught your wrist and spun you around into his arms. You gasped loudly and looked up to see a unfamiliar face. Though he is unfamiliar to you, he on the other hand seems to know you.

’So, our little sweet ___ has finally left her cave?’ He chuckles as his hand slipped down your sides and onto your back to keep you close. You clench your jaw as you are deciding on what to do right now. Of course, you want to be able to have fun and flirting is one of them, but it wasn’t meant for this guy, it was meant for a special someone…

‘Y-Yeah.’ You say before letting out an awkward laugh. He only laughed in response as he sees how much of an effect he has on you. He seems to enjoy it much more than you do too, it got you slightly anxious. What if he tries to get you in bed with him? You can’t let that happen, you want to give your virginity to someone you love and adore. It’s not cliché, it’s simply a rule for you. You’ve always sworn yourself to do so, to give it to someone special. It’s simply because it needs to be taken carefully and only someone who loves you will do so, stopping when you ask and giving you all the time you need.

How do you know? Books, sweetheart, books. Also series, definitely series.

‘You’re finally alone too, nobody is ever able to snatch you away from your friends. But now I have you for my own.’

The conversation took a bad turn, you noticed, and you knew that you’d have to go away vastly before anything goes the wrong way. You try to push his chest away from you, but he only held you stronger, now smirking. His presence suddenly doesn’t feel so flirty anymore, it almost seems as if he is trying to pester you.

‘For fucks sake Jeon, get off of her, we talked about this.’ You hear a familiar voice, sounding very irritated. You sigh in relieve by the realization that the voice belonged to Namjoon. But what does confuse you, is that he knew the intruder of your space.

The guy finally let go of your body with a grin, hand coming up to grab your yaw, but got swooped away by Namjoons hand. You look over at Namjoon, who also has been looking at you. He gave you a small smile before his eyes trailed down you figure, taking in every feature that has been given to him.

Of course, this isn’t the first time he saw some skin exposed. It actually happened once when you came out of the shower, all naked and that he walked into the bathroom. He hadn’t expected you to be there at that time of the day and hearing the shower running made him think that it was Yoongi or Taehyung. Though your shocked shriek, he didn’t regret it.

But tonight, seeing you all dulled up with your little leather dress hugging your curves, got him horny in no time. He always has a hard time controlling himself when you are only the littlest exposed, since he just feels so attracted to you. He loves you, adores you and also your body. Everything, but you haven’t given him any signal that you want him too. It’s somewhat sad to know it’s just a one-sided love, but he got to live with it anyways.

’So… I’ll be going then, since this stare-down has been going on for a while now.’ You hear Jungkook awkwardly say as he walks away. Namjoon though, kept his eyes on you, switching from your body back to your eyes and repeating the whole process. You don’t feel uncomfortable at all, this is what you’ve been trying to reach after all, but it still made you embarrassed slightly. You know what he is thinking by the way his eyes had darkened, it’s scary but exciting. Maybe this really was a good idea.

‘You really look… wow.’ He sighs his last words and he attempts on stepping closer to you, but stopped when he thought his actions over a second time. He knew, you weren’t interested, so getting closer won’t make any change in your reaction. But, to his surprise, you were the one to take a step forward.

You’re inexperienced on this level, but all you could do was try. You let you hand dance along his chest, going from his collarbone to slowly but surely his belt. He held his breath, staring down at your hand before gazing into your eyes. He tries to find answers and confusion is very much visible.

‘___, you know what you are doing to me right now, right?’

You nod your head, hand still teasing the area around his groin. You lick your lips by seeing his length grow under your touch, making you excited and a little scared a the same time. You want this, really, but making it happen is nerve-wrecking. Maybe it was wrong what you did, maybe it shouldn’t happen in a fucking party. It’s not the proper way, you know, but it was the only way that you could think about.

’Then, let’s go upstairs.’ Namjoon whispers into your ear as he now grabbed your hand, walking you over to the stairs, which lead you to his room upstairs. You let out a giggle by his eagerness as you felt him drag you with him and your heart was already pounding so fast you thought that maybe it would break through your chest.

The moment you had reached his room and he practically pushed you into his room, you went dead silent. You didn’t know what to do, not even one clue on how to start… sex? It were these moments that you felt cursed by your own unsocial self. Most people would get to know by maybe their own friends or something like that, someone who could give advise, but you only have the internet and your own mind.

‘___, are you really sure? Isn’t this your first time?’ Namjoon asks as he approached your uncertain body. You nod, looking down at your feet and cold-looking legs. He smiles as he held onto your arms and walked you back, slowly, towards his bed. You look up into his eyes with anticipation when you fell down on the mattress and he had hovered over your body.

Then, something shot through your head. You needed to know one thing before anything happens, otherwise you will regret this.

‘Namjoon?’

‘Yeah?’ he asks as he cocks his head to the side, somewhat scared that he might have done something wrong again.

‘Do you love me?’

His eyes widen as you could hear him gulp slightly, trying to come to an answer. Of course, without a doubt, he is in love with you. But, bringing it this sudden was a bit overwhelming and he didn’t know how to react. It could go two ways. It could be that you don’t want him to love you or that you love him back. It’s confusing to him, but why would he lie about it? Maybe it’s better to let out the truth right into your face, so he did.

‘Yes, ___, very much even.’

A smile crossed your face as your hands found their way around his shoulders. He chuckles as his lips found it’s way to your forehead and trailed down to your cheeks, ear, neck and to your collarbones. He staid at that place for a moment, lapping at it and making goosebumps pop up onto your skin as chills went down your body. After a little while, he began sucking on your skin, making you gasp and to look down at his action. You don’t know what he is doing, but it is pleasuring you in some way and it got your needy for more.

‘Oh? You like that ___?’ He asks while lapping on another spot, planning on leaving a hickey there too. He enjoys every little whimper and whine that left your mouth while he paints your skin with hickeys. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to mark you for some weird reason. It’s as if his jealousy from Jungkook just a few moment ago came up into his veins again and he just wants to show every single guy out there that you are his, from now on.

‘Y-Yes.’ You sigh, overwhelmed as he finished his 6th hickey on your body. He gazes up into your eyes with a smile, shortly scanning over your now hickey-covered collarbones and neck, it’s art to him.

He finally decided to undress the both of you as he zipped down your dress, creating goozebumbs everywhere the cold ear meet your skin. When the dress was fully off and your lingery met his eyes, he let out a groan. He couldn’t believe you had even put on some lacy set for the night, it’s not something you’d do. You’re are of the ‘black plane bra and panties’ kind of girl. He wasn’t complaining though, this is one sight he likes to remember.

You pull on his shirt, wanting it also off so that you aren’t the only one bare, because it is slowly beginning to feel uncomfortable. In response he grabbed your hand and placed it onto the edge of his shirt, signaling for your to pull it off. You clench your yaw as you slowly began to pull up his shirt, awaiting his familiar toned abs. He really has some body you’d like to keep looking at.

When the shirt was off and has skin was exposed to you, your hands didn’t hesitate but to touch his chest. You slide over the smooth skin and just like his touch did to you, goosebumps appeared on the places you touched him. You found it fascinating how much effect you have on him, it’s exciting.

‘You are so eager ___, so eager for me aren’t you?’

You noticed that Namjoon is someone to dirty talk a lot, you noted and it got you to push your thighs close against each other in response, because his words affected you so much. Your hands finally traveled south, nervously beginning to tug on his belt to signal him to take it off, but he only smirked back. He was challenging you, wanting to see if you would dare to open his pants yourself. You took a deep breath before unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. Once it was open, his length finally got the space to spring up, still clothed with his boxers.

‘Fuck.’ You hiss as you see that he isn’t a small boy. You can hear him chuckle as he finally got off your body, standing up to pull down his pants and his boxers at the same time, giving you no time for preparation. You widen your eyes as his length stood tall in front of your face, the head already slightly red from arousal and veins popping out from the side of his length.

‘You want this cock, baby?’ He asks while pointing down at his cock and you nod in response almost instantly, mesmerized by the sight. His gaze became ten times darker and he had you suddenly pushed down up to the headboard, beginning on undressing the rest of the fewer clothes you were still wearing. When he unclasped your bra and reviewed your breasts, which had bounced free, he immediately began to suck on them while his hips rocked against yours. The pleasure you received made an instant reaction on you, getting you to yelp and moan silently.

‘Your breasts are so fucking soft ___.’ He sighs against your nipple before sucking on it slightly, getting them hard in no time. The sudden sensation got you a bit overwhelmed, but you grew only needier for more at the same time. You just want him to take you already, but he wasn’t going to let that happen so fast. First, he was going to show you all the ups from sex, showing you how pleasing it could be and what you’ve missed out on.

He trailed kisses down to your belly and then placed himself between your thighs, being face-to-face with your heat. Your lick your lips as you wait for him to take action and after he gave you a last glance, he connected his lips with your centre. He began to blow, creating this weird and warm feeling on your pussy and it got you moaning loudly. Namjoon groans in response, loving your moans already and wanting to hear even more.

He reached up to your panties and ranked them down, getting it down and off your body before throwing it into the room. The air now reached your exposed heat and it made a new sensation to go through your body. Then Namjoon attached his mouth to your heath again, making slow licks along your folds as you threw your head back by the newfound feeling.

He hummed against your pussy as he was satisfied with your reaction. After a while of licking and teasing, he eventually began to really eat you out. He made fast licks, almost seeming like kissing your heat as his nose began to move against your clit. It suddenly became a bit too much for you as you were twisting and switching under him, almost wanting to escape his grasp, but he held you firmly on place.

Then one of his fingers began meddling into the occasion, penetrating your tight hole and already stretching you out. You felt relieved to finally feeling something inside you, but you could feel the slight pain being added to it. You knew it was going to hurt when Namjoon will really fuck you, but you also know that the pain will eventually go away and that you won’t have to worry too much about it.

‘Fuck ___, you taste so good and you’re so wet.’ He mumbles, making a higher pace onto your core and letting you literally scream. He felt himself almost cumming by that action and knew that he had to stop in a few moment, because he wants you to cum on his cock so bad.

‘Namjoon… Please fuck me…’ You almost beg and that was the final straw for him. He pulled away from your core and wandered back up to meet your eyes. he began to kiss you sensibly, letting you taste yourself as his tongue connected with yours. You let out a whimper, feeling yourself losing the climax that you were building up and motioning your hips up, needing him to fuck you hard. He chuckles as he disconnected from your lips and finally let his hand to travel down to his length, bumping it a few times before alining it with your throbbing pussy.

‘This is going to hurt, ___, and I can’t ease that, just try to focus on my lips okay?’

You couldn’t answer, because he quickly had his lips back on yours. It’s when he slowly began to push inside of you, feeling your walls tightly around him, that you began to whine into the kiss. It sure as hell hurt and not even a little bit. You try to move away, wanting to escape the pain, but Namjoon held you down firmly. He wanted you to stay calm, to focus on his lips and he visibly noted that to you as his tongue began to dance with yours again. As he kept slipping further and you slowly began to focus on the kiss, groans still left his mouth by the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside of you. He has literally wanted this for ages and now it finally happened.

When he thrusted in the last few inches, he finally stopped his motions. He didn’t want to move, not until you gave him a signal to, though he has to urge to already wreck that little cunt of yours. He leans down as he disconnected your lips and attaching them to your neck to leave little butterfly kisses.

You on the other hand was trying hard to adjust and slowly began to feel more comfortable with your walls around his cock. He filled you up so nicely, making you feel full. After a little while you began to move your hips slightly, testing the waters and earning a groan from Namjoon, which reacted to the friction. When you noticed you were all stretched out, you patted his shoulder as you cock your hips up against him, making yourself gasp by the sudden pleasure cursing through your body. Namjoon moaned loudly and began to place himself on his elbows beside your head.

He slowly began to make a pace onto you, thrusting deep and all the way out again, repeating the process constantly. He wanted to let you ease into the feeling, but after a while you even began to whine for him to go faster and so he did. His hips began to rock against yours, creating the first slapping sounds into the hot room. You began to let out small quick moans as his pace became faster and faster.

‘So fucking tight, baby.’ He groans into your ear, earning him a moan. He loves the sight in front of him, your body bouncing by the force of his cock inside of you, your breasts bouncing along too and when he looks down to the place where the both of you connected, he saw his dick slamming into your pussy. Fuck, this was really some sight he’d like to remember.

After a little while of keeping that speed, he began to sit up to try and find another position. He pulled out of you, leaving you a bit whiny and wanting him back close against you, but he firmly turned you around on your stomach, wanting to try different things with you already. He would keep it vanilla, for sure, since it’s your first time, but other positions could never hurt.

He pulled up your ass a little as he grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it under your hips to keep your ass up. This is probably one of his most liked positions for him, since he really is an ass-man and he hasn’t yet been able to admire it. So seeing you, arching your back to stick out your ass even more, signaling for the lost friction, he almost busted.

‘Fuck, I want to take a picture of this.’

‘Just fuck me Namjoon.’

‘with pleasure.’ He chuckles and got back to where he left. He straddled your thighs and immediately began to push his dick back into you. You let out a small cry of relieve, feeling overblissed to have him inside of you again. His hands came up to spread your ass cheeks, wanting to get deeper into you and at the same time loving to grab you.

Then, when he gave you one hard thrust, he had hit something very sensitive within you and it got you almost crying right on that place. He knew exactly what it was and began thrusting into that direction, making your eyes to roll back and the warm feeling within your stomach to crawl up again.

‘Are you going to cum?’

‘I-I think so.’ You gasp, wanting to cum so bad already. He smirks and leans down onto his elbows again, fully connecting his body with yours as his thrusts became a lot more forceful by now. He could feel himself cumming within now and a few seconds, but he needs you to be first, so he kept his pace onto you. It’s when your legs began to twitch around and your eyes closed tightly, that you came very hard around his dick. The feeling was so blissful, that it almost got you to see blurry. Namjoon slowed his pace down a little, wanting to ride out your orgasm before picking up the pace and to get himself to climax.

It only took him a fast 30 seconds until he was cumming all over your ass-cheeks, sticky liquid coating your skin and making you slightly whine, finding it so hot that he literally just came all over your ass.

After a while, when Namjoon was done riding out his own orgasm, he fell down beside you on the bed. The both of you were heavily breathing, cooling down slowly until only silence was surrounding the room. It was Namjoon who first dared to make a movement, which was to get a damp towel from his bathroom, which is attached to the bedroom. When he came back, he began cleaning your butt and after that he gave one stroke along your heat with his towel, making you hiss as you were a bit too sensitive. Then he went down to your thighs and then up to your belly, breasts, neck and arms. He made sure you were feeling fresh, so you could immediately sleep, because your first time must be very tiring.

‘Namjoon?’

‘Hmm?’

‘I can stay here right?’

You were genuinely asking, because you simply didn’t know how to behave on these situations, since you’ve never been in one. He huffs as he shook his head out of disbelieve.

‘Of course ___, you never have to ask anymore, because you’re mine now and I’m yours.’ He says as he leans in to your lips, connecting them and sensual moving against yours. You lazily respond to him, feeling the sleep already taking over you. Namjoon laid down beside you as he pulled away from the kiss and began spooning you while pulling the blanket over the both of you, also beginning to drift off as you suddenly hear the faint beating noises of the party.

‘Fuck, they are still here.’ He sighs, planning on standing up, but you held onto him, not wanting him to leave the bed yet.

‘Let them be.’ You whisper while turning around to face him, looking with puppy eyes up into his, which he had to chuckle to.

‘Only 5 minutes, I don’t want anyone walking in on us baby.’ He whispers against your shoulder, but hearing this voice, you knew he was close to sleeping too. And that was exactly what happened.

‘I love you, Namjoon.’

‘I love you too.’

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Bullies on the Block

God of Combat: part 1 June 8, 16 by John T. Lober (The story you are about to read is factual, currently unfolding, and is my account of what is happening and what, now, may indicate what happened to Phil, and how he died, over ten years ago.) This document is for your eyes only... Whomever you decide to tell of this, I trust you will make the right choice, and I am giving you full clearance to sing away. part one of ultra the unlimitedness Locker room and the team is gathered around like a military debriefing, all eager, energetic, and, ready to hit, hard.... "Remember, team, we are only as strong as our weakest Link. So, let's build each other up, and let's win this season, and be the champions we are." -MM, my football coach '86 intro: 09-01-16 3pm "This is just weird,,, I don't know what to say",,, this is the proper response,, By an innocent bystander,,, If questioned about accusations,,, If an officer pulls you over,,, late on a Saturday night,,, And asks you if you have been drinking,,, The proper response is,,, Not a drop since eighty six officer,,, Any hesitation,,, and you,,, will be,,, going ,,, to jail,,,, I have seen the heavyweight champions of complete,,, and utter fucks,,, of lying,,, all types,,, but this one,,, It's been ten years since I have seen him,,, Keep your friends close,,, Right,,, Social media is closer,,, He knows it,,, And so do I,,,, Well,,, the match was lit on June 8th, 2016,,, around 5:30 in the late afternoon,,, in the eclectic neighborhood of lower-class riverside rejects,,, in Men,,, if,,, e,,, Menifee,,, Menifee? Where the fuck is that,,, You ask yourself,,,, It's in between Hemet,,, Temecula,,, And Egypt,,,, It's where the middle class move to now,,, Because if they have a job,,, They can buy at a lower price than the habitable parts of California,,, I've met a few and thought of them as scoundrels,,, and most of them ruthless,,, outlaw villains even,,, But now have upgraded them to lawless criminals,,, And,,, just outright evil doers,,, I was sitting in my car with a friend,,,, In her driveway,,, watching the sun go down,,, but it was taking forever,,, and my body had been getting a cattle prod in the ass from my subconscious,,, my sub conscious caveman mind,,, the entire day,,, my caveman mind tells me some very important stuff like,,, The ever important breeding and father question,,, Can I,,, Well,, Can I,,, can I fuck it,,, And,,, Can I eat it,,, can I eat it,,, Is very important,,,, And then,,, Then there is a most important question every man needs to ask himself,,, Can IT hurt me,,,, Can it,,, Hurt,,,, Me,,, Hurt,,, Not fight,,, Not reach out a little and touch me,,, No,,, It asks me if IT,,, Can hurt,,, Me,,, It senses the craziest shit ever,,, To the point of unbelievable,,, One night,,, Me and two friends were about to enter a Wendy's restraint,,, And I held out my are and said,,, STOP!!,,,, They paused,,, Looked at each other,,, It was quiet,,,, Boom!,,, The two guys busted out the door,,, Tangled up and scrapping all the way down the parking lot,,, They locked eyes with me,,,, I just smell violence,,, I would respond in a little non shelant and innocent manner,,, Adopt a little Laurel and Hardy dumbness,,, And just proceed,,, Fearlessly,,, Because I was,,, Fearless,,, I have endless scenarios to make my point,,, As a young man,,, That grew up from a kid,,, I enjoyed accomplishing things that no matter what thee guy could,,, I enjoyed destroying a large group of angry men,,, That we're trying to violently strike my skull,,,, And hurt and kill me,,, All of them,,, And I mean All,,,, Of,,, Them,,, Would lose,,, I was a sure thing,,, I was,,, You knew one thing about Lober,,, If you want to fight,,, If you are a Bully,,, He was gonna kick your ass,,, A woman said to me in 2012,,, Ha,,, Lober,,, Your a pretty much a for sure thing,,, She said in her spoiled boozer slut voice,,,, But,,, She was right,,, Still a fat ass sweaty Tijuana whore,,, And gold digger know it all,,, Manipulating alcoholic,,, head hunter information farming,,,, Aderol abusing,,, Materialistic wanna be Orange County image,,,, Ex girlfriend,,, Fuck,,, I thought to myself,,, I know life is a long long road,,, And it appears,,, People in general are becoming more and more scandalous and just disrespectful,,, Towards me,,, And each other,,, I am just like over here in my seat,,, Getting kinder and gentler and less abrasive,,, More loving and caring,,, Able to communicate and make people laugh,,, I was digging this,,, Until she lied to the judge and got a restraining order against me for five years,,, I do not ever mention her name aloud,,, That monster is dead to me,,, I only refer to her by her two initials,,, M,,, G,,, MG,,, MG did something for me,,, She changed my entire look on the reality of what is happening to people today,,, I am an adaptable guy,,, I can change also,,, But I am not going to associate with anyone or thing that is negative,,, You know ,,, Talks about others,,, Dwells on the past,,, Watches fucking sports like they caught the fucking pass themselves,,, I stopped watching the news,,, I just had no urge to smoke a jay,,, I became high frequency again,, and it felt great,,, I sold my car,,, so I had to hike everywhere or ride my bike,, it got stolen and I did not care about it,,, I continued to search for like minded individuals,,, I began to crush my goals,,, This inspired me to set the bar higher,,, I am on a quest to find a synergistic relationship,,, One plus one equals,,, One hundred,,,, I am finished watching douschbags work out and stay fat and ugly,,, I am through with slack-Jawed mother fuckers,,, That never do what they say,,, I am a man of good character and I have integrity,,, Others can have bad character and possess integrity as well,,, That means they are going to let you down every time,,, I am not a for sure thing,,, I am more than just a warrior,,, I have grown and became more,,, I am going until my body drops,,, Until it cannot feed my mind any longer,,, I am limitless,,, Just energy now,,, June 8th,2016 5:20pm it's just totally,,, The strangest shit I have ever heard in a while,,, But yet,,,, I have survived,,, yet,,, another attack on myself,,, by a deceptive ambush,,, disguised as something, so very small and petty,,, with the expectations of a a much bigger result. I'm still alive.... And, free to roam... Every adversity,,, opens,,, another opportunity,,, for me,,, to see ,,, the re-ality ,,, and to expand,,, the Chee,,, in me,,, I use,,, my lateral,,, imaginative,,, cognitive super power,,, to construct,,,, depict and expose,,, an unbelievable,,, and abhorrent nodus. It shall incite you,,, and make you aware,,, of the cultural shift, of a collective belief,,, that our society has adopted,,, adapting to the use of technology, and the removal of Love from the circle of life. The dark, sinister, prowling villains of the invisibility,,,, are full to the brim,,, with the ultimate hate, but, starve,,, for destruction of another mans soul. Gnashing of teeth,,, ripping of flesh,,, Snapping of bones,,, Feeding on the energy,,, gives the negative darkness,,,mass. The thrill excites, and then, it satisfies the darkness. The darkness has no borders,,, it is only infiltrated by Light. Invested in this diabolical plan, it hides in the shadows of the ultra bright sunset. Shielded,,, from the light,,, that acts like daggers,,, The perpetrators have unlimited vision. For the fleeting moment in time,,, the cognitive connection,,, and precise deliberateness,,, is no match,,, for the unsuspecting target. Ten years is a lifetime to a child,,, and it really is,,, a decade. A grudge that has been marinating in humiliation,,, and simmering to a boil, in self hate. This inside of the false shell,,, of a man,,, may be so twisted and ugly,,, putrid and rotten, and,,, so sinister,, he is just,,, EVIL as fuck. To overtly devise,,, conspire and pre meditate,,, Such omnipotent tactics,,, in order to battle this target... Must have been such a climactic peaking,,, like a surging tidal wave,,, Ready to crash the beach and orgasm in the face of the a-low-ha,,, the darkness has entangled its target,,, in a sticky web of evil,,, and like a Lion.... Sprang on to the Target,,, and went in for the bloodlust kill,,, but employed a deceptive,,, indirect attack,,, a very creative move,,, and with such decisiveness,,, as only the highest ranking officials do. The great white face of complete and utter terror is what they expected,,, Meant to inspire action,,, in the ultimate prey. But,,, he is the most lethal God of Combat in this world,,, the G-O-C,,, has so much to offer in these situations. An endless quiver of tools,,, to strike with,,, constriction and asphyxia,,, using strangulation,,, completely cut off the blood supply to the brain,,, It leaves no marks,,, no evidence of self defense,,,or,,, of a crime. The serpents tongue flickers with intensity of a butane flame torch,,, shearing the flesh from bone,,, ripping and tearing,,, creating a river of Crimson,,, and,, discombobulation,,, and then,,, unconsciousness. So many targets to choose from,,, with out any hesitation,,, or thought,,, giving the green light to swinging a Louisville slugger,,, with the most violent and rapid twist,,, of the entire body,,, without the slightest wrinkle in the core,,, creating the chilling sound of snapping bone,,, All eyes snap to focus on the screaming attacker,,, as he Schills out a morbid,,, and frightening cry of the dying. Heartbeats skip,,, and a flub is felt in their chest,,, to be witness to an uncanny skill,,, from the slow moving,,, Bad joke telling,,, and slightly dumb,,, target,,, slothing around ,,, deceptively,,, knowing that survival tactics are a lifestyle,,, the story of capture and defeat are written,,, day by day in the eyes of the enemy,,, they count on predictability, and sometimes over confidence, then, the Lethal Gid of Combat snaps out of the ruse, and an energetically active, spirited, whip cracks. The target, now the Lethal God of Combat, swiftly detaches and strikes with surgical precision, efficiently and with a character of good, only dishes out the reasonable level of brutality, regulates the collateral damage and assesses the level of protection of his castle, where the darkness brought the battle to his soil, so ever, arrogantly and god damn foolishly brazenly disrespectful, yet, the God ceases to terminate to finality. He only has instinct and feeling to gauge in ambush chaos, he is warranted to continue, he is wise and great. He knows there is something to the ruse, ambush, a set up. Covert act of street terrorism of a gang stalk hunting crew, of red shirts, a squad without mercy for killing and hurting, creating mayhem and chaos, with lies and cowardice, this death squad has a black heart that pumps cat piss and a soul of putrid rot and bloody ass laying limply on wet concrete.... SLAP! In Mad-dogs face,,, He picks up the phone,,, and says,,, "You,,, assaulted me.",,, You,,, will be going to jail.,,, Hello,,, Larry,,, I mean police...",,, Words are weapons ,,, and,,, the mind is a battlefield,,, I stand tall on this theater like Patton in Guam. The evil is entirely way too deliberate. Aggressively belligerently moving into loiter in another mans castle. Forcing his way into the bubble, there is only one king here in this castle, so he gets popped. The gang slithers out of hiding now, with that look in their eyes . The G-O-C has a detection as he soaked in the frequency,,, and the energy,,, from the pair, or more? An assault squad,,, More. There are more perps,,, Like a Power bar,,, G-O-C,,, becomes electrified by the collectives energy,,, Absorbing it all up like he was a dry sponge,,, It is surreal to him again. The ides of March,,, betrayal is sorrow,,, Loyalty remains,,, only,,, until you must borrow,,, If History repeats,,, there is No tomorrow,,, Lies and Deciet,,, They will creep into your marrow,,, Sinister deeds,,, forgiveness and regrets,,, My re gained soul fucking bleeds,,, my display of weakness,,, a greater deception,,, Inspired your inception,,, I am energy,,, I have grown beyond,,,the imagination of the human mind,,, You will regret this,,, you feel it now,,, It's my creeping penis,,, It is coming and it will not be painless,,, When it s figuratively buried to the hub,,, in your tight little anus,,, No sweat,,, I give what I get,,, In return ten fold,,, So if you are a threat,,, You cannot bribe me,,, Not with all of your gold.,,,, My Legacy is ongoing,,, until that day,,, it is complete ,,, Being kind and neat,,, occasionally I must feed,,, on my perpetrators meat,,, See,,, I envision tasks,,, before they have been complete,,, and the past,,, I can reconstruct,,, It's simple for me,,, like,,, knowing how to eat,,, GG and Chopper were fools,,, and the book of fiction,,, are just tools, to create a lonely sociopathic kid into a mastermind driven and fueled by HATE. All the money and heartbreak, hit infuriates me, driven to only one thing, the God of Consciousness and everlasting space, we are not ever gonna be friends, in life or after we leave this silly little rat race. Pray for my me as I will for you, manifesting the inevitable, that is all it will do. 5:45 pm June 8th, 2016 (Back to reality) At 5:45pm that same day, I sat in my driveway with Lisa Traudt. I met Lisa on cyber dating and was reluctantly had been co habits ting with her at her home on Kepler st.. We were verbally assaulted by a belligerent and very deliberate neighbor three doors down, as we sat in our driveway, after this aggressive neighbor, Mario D Garcia, whom we had never seen before this moment, was asked by me 5 times to leave, he decided to tell me that,"he will do whatever he wants," then told me he was gonna "talk" the her, stepping towards Lisa who has a mobility handicap and was locked is fear of him, so I used a reasonable amount of force to stop him. He immediately labeled it assault and phones the police. And as the "trash" ruse he used to "approach" us before he went to dinner evaporated, his father in law creeped out from behind the hedges in his Ford Edge, window rolled down, and I believe he said "I saw him hit you." It was very weird and I have seen a lot of fights in my time, but this was really weird. I walked down my driveway to Willies and said to him, " you didn't see anything," and got within view of the pistol he was holding below the window line of the car, and as Mario attempted to get in between us so I wouldn't see it and blow their plan to antagonize me into attacking him so they would have a reason to use it on me, with the intention to kill me because that is the only thing I can think of a gun is for. I slapped Marios phone out of his hand and he returned a punch that he missed. I smashed his sunglasses as I saw that his phone was not on 911 but couldn't make it out as to what it said for sure because he grabbed it quicker than a 17 year old girl. He was calm cool and collected now. Not in any fear at all. Infact, they both blocked me in so I could not flee. I brought Lisa inside, not revealing I had seen a gun so she wouldn't scream or cause them to get excited and make a bad choice. I shut the front door, she sat down, I then opened the door and got up to the front just before they could see me, and those two were communicating, as now Ana and miquel cam out and grouped up at the foot of my driveway. No fear they had. I asked Willie to please back up. The second time, he did slowly. I went back and got lose and we got in my car and drove away in fear of our lives. I was laffing when I said it so Lisa would not get too scared to walk to the car. Marion and Ana both walked towards us as we pulled away filming us with cell phones and reciting that we hit them almost in unison like Ana knew what the plan was. Deputy Moore left a card. I left three messages and to this day have not been a led to give my side of the story. This situation has escalated into a great big loss of time, money and happiness for me, and created a great white fear of impending doom and shear terror of being killed in my sleep for me and Lisa. I have slept in my car for a or two months now because Mario lied to the face of the commissioner and was awarded a TRO. I was completely unprepared for him to lie like he did and the commissioner dismissed hearing my witness, Lisa, the owner of the Kepler property, and my video of Mario, and then, Ana threatening us two weeks later. This whole situation has taken me over two months to put some type of reasoning to it. I am still completely sure that there is a lot more to it that I am unaware of, but I am sure of the fact that Willie had a gun, Mario had knowledge of that fact, and Heather threatened me 7-8 hours prior to that. I did a little research and I found this out, Heather and Mike were living two streets over from Lisa's house on Kepler, but I am unsure if they are currently. And when I looked up Marios Facebook the next day after searching white pages, well, he had me blocked and he claims he had no idea who is was until his wife snapped a pic of me on July 28th. He filed the TRO on the 22nd and had the entire John Lober expose' and I believe he purchased a few of my books as well. Epilogue: We are ALL sinners, and none of us are perfect. There are more losers than winners, an army they can erect. Consciousness has no borders, and just like this story, it is incomplete.... Part one John Driver, Author ©LUBRXOLOGY NOT FOR DISTRIBUTION ™John Driver

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Vermin

New York City, underground subway, 1989.

The underground subway was lit up with dead green lights which gave the whole scenery a gloomy dull, eerie appearance. This used to be a frequently used subway terminal. Until everything changed.

The subway, stretching a good 2 miles started out as a busy structure. Once in the train, you could get off anywhere between Manhattan and the Bronx. It was the largest subway ever constructed in New York. The train trams were well connected and the tracks were reinforced with powerful steel. Such an expensive addition to the community by the government to such an infamously corrupted city. God knows what was on the Federal governed public systems mind. New York has a history of murders, mugs, mobs, and mayhem. It didn’t seem like a good idea to construct such an establishment during the year. Crime rates were high, they just caught Rosetti, the pimp\mob gangster. They were looking for him for years. And as any boneheaded fool would know, so many criminals and thugs would use such an establishment to their benefits. The sky’s the limit.

But the establishment didn’t last long. Aside from countless criminally induced acts and, you name it, apparently something stranger and more sinister seemed to be going on. Sure there were gang fights that broke out every now and then. A murder or a mugging here and there, but when authorities started taking note that more disappearances were taking place than usual, they knew something was out of sorts. They were used to finding dead bodies every now and then. Until they came upon one that shocked and puzzled them. It was a 35 year old man by the name of Bill Price. Forensics confirmed it. The body was missing its flesh almost entirely and the organs of the corpse were pulled out of the body and have been mildly shredded. When they examined the corpse, they could see whatever removed his skin and pulled his organs out did it slowly. Like some small critter ate into him. One investigator suggested rats. Quite frequent in the subways for the year. Especially the new one. More space o my means more rats. No one knows where the hell they came from. They’re just a bunch of pesty vermin waiting to get pulverized by some gangs AK-47s. According to census records; the most rats seen in one place was seen by Sara Mosley. 12 scattering about. A record for New York subway systems. But god knows if they have a taste for human flesh. Maybe Bill Price was murdered in cold blood and the pesty vermin devoured him cause they couldn’t find anything else to eat. However, according to the forensic investigators, the way his body was desiccated meant someone or something brutally savaged him from the start. Plus they have chemically measured time estimations from the corpses time frame of death and what not.

The subway is pretty deep underground. Another inconvenient factor. It makes it so when fucked up shit goes down, no essentially relevant authority individuals can conjure up more personnel for safety. So if something goes down, everybody’s fucked.

It’s October 13th on a Wednesday. Two days ago another body was found. The condition of the skinless corpse was similar to Bill Price. A body was also found on the 8th. Needless to say, it was found the same. Not only were the 3 corpses similarly mutilated, but they were all found near a specific location. Near gateway 4, terminal 40. It’s no coincidence that terminal has been known for sink holes, disturbingly foul oders, and plumbing leakage. The worst part was that beneath the train tracks were deep crevasses in the earth drilled deep by the Government transportation system construction department. They extended throughout the whole damn length of the train. But at terminal 40, there’s a crevasse so deep, there have been rumors of it reaching the underworld and what not. All this paranormal superstition bullshit. All of these reasons were probably why construction around the mysterious crevasse, or whatever the fuck it was(some deep ass hold in the earth), was permanently ceased.

It was Friday, October 15th. The subway was unusually occupied. The economy was booming; reaching a new level of achievement. A suspiciously coated figure walked forward. He wore a classically stereotypical detective investigator type uniform. Or the black leather coat with the collar straight up. He wore an al Capone styled hat and carried a briefcase. Everything black. As he walked forward people wondered how he could see where he was going with the hat in the way of his peripheral vision. He had skills.

Gate 3, Terminal 30. The man was one whole stop away from the next section. If he took the train, he’d reach it in 20 minutes. He waited for the next stop. Once it arrived, he stepped in. All eyes landed on him. He reached in one of his smaller pockets on his leather coat near his thorax and retrieved a notepad. The other he pulled out a pen. He flipped through his notes.

The tram he was in consisted of about 20 individuals. But the most of which were drawn to him by appearance were a short business man, a fat black woman with curly black hair, a Hispanic street thug, a white mother with her young 12 year old daughter, and a pesty looking white male with no sleeves on a white t-shirt.

The white guy with no sleeves trying to show his cleavage came over. He had gum in his mouth.

“Sup”, he blurted. The outstandingly fitted man with the detective figure and notepad looked up.

“Hi”, he replied mildly and without much emotion. The man just stood there. He hung on a rail up top with one arm. He held his other one out to the mysterious man.

“I’m Mitchel, but you can call me Mitch the hitch”. The business man grinned.

“I haven’t seen you around. Must be new. Deep filing organizer in the mayors palace by the looks of ya!”, white tee said obnoxiously. There was some mild smirking. The train rocked. He was still standing in the same spot. The mysterious man was trying his best to ignore him. White tee began to peek over to the other mans notepad.

“Do you mind!”, exclaimed the mysterious man, annoyed. White tee through his hands up in gesture. Still not moving, he flipped out a knife from his pocket. A flip knife blade. It flipped open as he pulled it out.

“You ever seen one of these?”, White tee asked obnoxiously. The mysterious man gazed at him with an abhorrent facade. The man flipped the knife in the air mildly and caught it by the handle every time. Still chewing his gum.

“Pretty neat huh?”, he implied.

“Yeah, hold on I think I got something”, began the mysterious man. He reached toward his back and slid his hand into the secret compartment on the back of the coat. He pulled out a cigar. Before anyone could react, the coated man pulled the dissolvable fake material off the cigar in a flash and launched a knife at the man. But it knocked the knife out of the white tees hand. He stumbled back, heart pounding. He mumbled a curse word. The mysterious man gestured his eyebrows to him. Suddenly an angry look overtook white tees facade. Everyone who was drawn by the mysterious mans appearance was looking at one another in awe. Next time the train shook, white tee took out a lighter and purposefully knocked the notepad out of his hand and set it on fire. He forced a grin he knew he was going to regret.

“Oops”, he muttered. The darkly coated man zoomed to him and slammed the mans face onto the tram window without much effort. White tees nose broke immediately. Blood gushed out. He continued to slam his head and face into the hard glass until a little crack was visible. By the 8th slam, he glanced at the passengers. Their eyes lit up in fear. Soon it will be panic. He finally stopped slamming the corpses head onto the tram window and let his body drop with its dripping disfigured face. He knew someone was going to make a move. 3 out of the 4 who we’re paying attention to him were crying and freaking out. Even the Hispanic thug felt uneasy.

The mysterious man undid the Velcro in the middle of his black leather coat and suddenly he got a whole lot skinnier. He pulled out two mini 8mm Colt revolvers. 4 people tried to escape from the tram. He shot them all down.

“I’ve got a whole case of slugs and more pieces, we could do this all day, so shut the fuck up and do what I say!!!!”, he demanded forcefully. The white 12 year old girl with her mom screamed. Before he could point his gun at her, a 12 inch rat zoomed by and pierced its teeth into his black denim shoe and into his toe. It only went into his toe about 14 centimeters. It then scurried away before he could kick it. Unfortunately, the tram stopped right at the exit or entrance to the 4th gate. Which means he’s going to have to wrap this up quickly.

He then heard people in the front tram, screaming. They were blood curdling screams. He got out to see who caused that commotion.

“What the hell ?”, he muttered. What looks to be packs of rats are schooling up together moving towards his tram. A body stumbled back all chewed up and bloody. Holes in their clothing. She fell back dead. The rats seemed to have got the message and picked up speed towards his tram. He zoomed to the tram door to try to shut it. He knew this was going to be a hell show no matter what. Especially with this Trippy fuck shit.

Then they all started piling in. First by the ones then by three or four at a time. About 10 of them were already in the tram by the time the black dresses man retrieved his briefcase and fended off the rats that hissed at him and attempted to pounce on him. 5 or 6 went automatically to the corpse of the disfiguring face of the sleeveless man. They nibbled on his skin and did their best to dig into him. They created mini craters and spread them throughout his body. They created them pretty quickly. The more time that passed the deeper they got. The blonde white mother was fending off every razor sharped claws and teeth rodent that came their way while protecting her daughter by covering her with her body.

When 8 more came in, most of them joined the feast on the now faceless corpses body. Or the desecrated body of the long dead sleeveless male. They massacred the hell out of his dead disfigured face. Soon all you could see was layers torn open simply and the last layer before the bone of the skull with blue veins aligned. The rats going after the mom and her child finally figured out how to penetrate their defenses. A rat made it on top of the daughters head. It massacred her head and face with its claws. She screamed as mildly deep marks appeared all over her head and face. The mom zoomed to the knives on the floor from earlier. It was nearly next to white tees corpse whose head was now a skull and his entire body was covered in a frenzy of rats. The rats apparently took it as an offensive threat for her to invade their territorial space like that. A huge line of them formed and massacred her foot. They were so fast. So vicious. So angry. She felt bad for her daughter but she knew they were both going to die. Soon the back cartilage of her foot was cleanly torn open. She fell back on a seat, hopeless as they devoured her foot. Her daughter now had a deep piece of flesh missing from the back of her head. More than one were on her now trying to get to her eyes. The more they bled, the harder the rats tried to take them apart to feast on them. Most of the rats attacking the mom were devouring her feet up to her legs. About two minutes later, all layers of her flesh were gone. The lesser rats that scurried over her body were biting her lips off and digging into her nose cavity. The daughter was just crying as more craters of missing skin appeared all over her body. The deeper they got the more quicker she bled out. It took awhile for the rats to remove everything from the mother’s body. The child was covered up in rats a lot quicker. The fat black lady was surprisingly still alive with only a lot of craters around her body getting deeper by the minute. She screamed. She knew if she attempted any escape it would only get worse.

The business man successfully encased his head into his suit case and held onto his brief case for dear life, covering the front of his body. It was a leather briefcase. A hole was in it with blood.

The fat black lady soon caught sight of the deaf 12 year old girl. Her hair was still intact. But a rat waddled our of an unsuspected hole in the middle of her dead. The black lady, still being nibbled on , puked loads. This caused the rats to brutally massacre her face. They absolutely hated it. Soon she had a facade of a frenzy of rats on her face. More than there needed to be. It took 18 seconds before they parted, revealing her skull with tiny strings of meat hanging off.

The Hispanic thugs heart was brought out. His face was slowly devoured. What killed him was the deep Engraving of his abdomen by the rats.

The only one lucky enough to get away was the mysterious man. He ran to the best exit he believed would suit him. Unfortunately, the authorities were on their way down it. So he was blocked out after checking the other exit with the same conditions. He knew a sewer route system leading to the city. But was it safe? Those vermin could be waiting for him. He risked it. So far so good. He reached an intersection which he wasn’t sure about. He decided. He stepped in a room with thousands of rats. He shuttered in fear. A school of rats from the other side of the way in, blocked the exit. A menacing growl filled the air. Fear grew in him like none other. “Here comes Karma”, he thought. The rats drew a little closer to him.

A 4ft long mutant like rat zoomed down from the ceiling upside down to the wall. Then to the floor. It pounced at him. It sunk its teeth into his forearm near his hand. It chewed it slowly. It made the skin loose before it pulled it off slowly like a glove. The rest of the rats massacred him. They did the same. The mutant rat has the upper body, the others, the bottom. He screamed until he couldn’t hear himself scream anymore.

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