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gavisfanta · 11 months ago

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REMEMBER IT - GAVI

summary: you have trouble with studying so Gavi helps you a bit

warnings: smut 18+

"Trouble with studying?" Gavi walked over to you as you were looking over the papers, your head in your hands.

"A bit, yeah." You pushed your hair out of your face as you felt his arms wrap around you from behind.

"What do you need help with?" He asked as he whispered into your ear, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I cant concentrate, and you being here does definitely not help." You tried to say as nice as possible, but he sat down and looked at your papers.

"Sassy, isn't she?" Gavi asked while he put down the paper again and lifted up his shirt to scratch his body.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you looked at him taking the papers again.

"Oh just helping you study." He mumbled and looked up at you again. "German I see." He mumbled while looking at the paper.

"This is so not gonna work." You said.

"Great, everytime you get something right, I'll remove a piece of clothing." Gavi smiled up at you and you couldn't help but smile too.

"Okay." You agreed and you saw him smile.

"What's 'ich kann heute leider nicht arbeiten?' transalted?" Gavi started with the first translation. His pronunciation was a bit funny.

"I can't work today sadly." You answered and he took off his shirt.

"How do you say 'I bought 29 new jeans at the store' in german?" He kept asking, and so you answered, almost every question was right.

After about 10 minutes Gavi was sitting in front of you in boxershorts. You had an even harder time concentrating when he was sitting in front of you, half naked.

"Okay Princesa, only a few more." He looked up at you through his lashes.

You felt your core getting even wetter at the sight of him. You had to push your legs together the entire time.

"What's 'Language' in german?" Gavi looked up at you while he brought his hand down to his boxershorts, rubbing the budge that was slowly getting bigger.

"Sprache." You mumbled and Gavi lifted up his hips a bit, and pulled down his boxershorts.

You saw his hard dick basically jumping out of his boxershorts. He sat back down and took the paper into his hand again while he pushed his hips a bit forward.

"What's 'Continent' in german?" He asked again. Gavi was trying his hardest to concentrate.

"Kontinent." You answered without taking your eyes off of his dick. At this point you could cum on the chair by how wet you already were.

"Good, two more questions." Gavi scanned the entire paper, there were two words left.

"What's 'Wallpaper' translated into German?" He asked, you watched his movements as he brought his hand down to his dick and massaged his balls. You bit on the inside of your cheeks.

"Hintergrund." You said and he nodded his head. You looked at him, there was no piece of clothing left he could take off.

"Come here." He waved you over to him, you stood next to him as he opened your jeans and slid them down your legs.

He also took off your panties, but he rubbed your clothed clit first. "My god youre so wet." Were the only things he said.

"Come sit down." Gavi told you and you took off your panties and as you stepped out of them, you walked over to Gavi and hoovered over his dick. You felt his tip against your hot core.

"Sit down princesa, sit down." He pulled your hips down and you felt yourself stretch at his length.

"Good girl," Gavi muttered as he was balls deep inside of you. You almost didn't even manage to hold yourself up properly.

Your head was on Gavis shoulders as you whined at his dick twitching inside of you. Neither of you two moved.

"What's weak translated into german?" Gavi asked and looked up at you.

"Fuck, I cant-" You whined and he lifted up your chin with his finger.

"Let's focus okay?" He asked you and you nodded your head while closing your eyes. "Weak in german is?"

"Schwach." You brought out and he put down the paper again. He stood up but held you so you wont fall, you wrapped your legs around his torso and he set you down on the kitchen counter.

Then he began thrusting into you at a rapid speed immediately. You were already adjusted to his size so there was no trouble.

"My god Gavi." You whimpered as you arched yiur back and felt your high aproach.

"Cum for me, cum all over my dick." You clenched around his dick as you came, that also led him to cum too.

"Fuck keep gripping me like that. Yeah-" Gavi moaned as he threw back his head. You let go of him and he pulled out immediately.

"Fuck y/n, you're so hot." Gavi kissed your lower stomach and then looked up at you again.

"Why?" You smiled as he leaned down to you and kissed you.

"The way you held me. My god." He lifted you up and walked upstairs to the bed with you.

"You know we probably need to clean up downstairs." You laughed a bit but he shook his head.

"No, I don't think so, it just reminds me of how hard I fucked you."

#barca #fanfic #fc barcelona #football #futbol #gavi x reader #gavi #mustread #pablo gavi #espana #barcelona spain #spain #pedri/gavi #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader

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inkblot-inc · 1 year ago

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The Freaks Come Out At Night

Summary: It's a wonderful thing; severing old connections while making new ones...

Pairing: ???Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader

[S.S AU Masterlist]

Warning(s): This is an 18+ AU meaning MINORS DNI. Dark Themes; p.o.s dude gets beat the fuck up, depiction of murder, blood, all that jazz. There is also strong language as usual.

Note(s): Aight so we’re back in the present timeline for the S.S AU. I’m having a good time going back and forth in the timeline of events to “fill in the blanks” so to speak. This one has some familiar faces as well as some maybe-no-so-familiar ones. I hope you guys enjoy this one :3

Word Count: just dusting 1.2k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

You watched as the inebriated man left out the back of the club, your eyes giving off a faint glow that stood out with the New York streetlights in the dark. You watched him stumble down into an alley before stalking after him from a few paces away.

Out of all the things that come and go in your memory, you would never forget this man's wrinkled face and his liver spots, nor would you forget his sandy brown hair even though it started graying significantly. Your ears pricked as you heard him swear under his breath while he fumbled around his pocket for his phone, likely to call for someone to pick him up.

You surged forward before he could even get a look at his wallpaper.

You grabbed the older man by the top of his head before shoving him into the side of a building with a dull thunk with his phone falling to ground. It wasn't enough to kill him, but he definitely felt the impact as he let out a loud groan.

You pushed his shoulders so that he was up against the wall with a choppy growl; just looking at the man in front of you irritated your throat. "Remember me?"

The orange glow coming from your eyes made the man wince. "I don't know who the hell you are, you freak! Let go of me!"

You would never forget his look of dismissal as you were strapped down on a medical table surrounded by two "doctors", screaming and yelling through the muzzle on your face.

"shut it the hell up."

You sucker punched the older man in the stomach as his face now began to meld with your memories of him holding the bloody scalpel over your neck in agitation, only making you angrier.

"I have to do everything myself."

The older man's yells got less coherent as his eyes darted around the alley before his eyes caught a glimpse of the scarring around your neck. His eyes grew wide and wild as he rapidly tapped your arm to get space to speak. "I remember! I remember you okay!- Please...fuck..."

You stood upright as you looked at his brutalized face expectantly while he tried to catch his breath. "Y-you were Klaue's investment! I can tell you where he is! Okay?! The procedures were all him and his people, I swear!"

You grabbed his head again as you forced him to look down with a cruel smile. Your unsheathed claws dug into his skin as you slowly squeezed.

"Remember. Me."

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It was certainly a messy scene of red. Your heavy breaths are visible in the cool night air. You were calm as you tried to wipe away some of the blood on your face with the back of your hand.

Your ears pricked upward hearing the telltale clicking of heels coming in your direction, the sound becoming wetter with the blood on the concrete.

“Done already?”

You don’t turn around, merely tilt your head looking at the husk crumpled on the ground.

“Mmh.”

Only when Wanda comes around in front of you do you pull your eyes away from Pierce’s glassy ones.

"...This good enough?"

Wanda hummed as she looked down at Pierce’s body, using the toe of her heel to put the body flat on its back. His exposed digestive tract now visible.

“It’s messy. Perfect,”

A strangled giggle came up your throat before you could stifle it. Wanda remained unperturbed as she came forward to rest her arms over your shoulders, getting the last smear of blood on your face with her thumb. "Did he say anything we didn't already know before?"

You shook your head while partially distracted as you heard more pairs of feet coming.

Clunky and fast; Kate. Measured and Steady; Reina. Light, steady; Unknown. The hair on the back of your neck bristled with that last one.

Kate and Reina were to make sure the block was clear of witnesses before coming down. The third person with them, a blonde woman in a fairly revealing dress, came up to Wanda directly. You only slightly relaxed at the notion that Reina and Kate would have handled her already if there was an issue.

“My people would have had this handled if you told me, Wanda.”

Wanda turned to the woman in white. “Pierce had the gall to come for my company directly, I wanted to deal with him on my terms.”

“I understand, miss Scarlet, though you can imagine my surprise when Natasha called me to make sure my club was cleared for the night.”

“Apologies again for the request out of the blue,”

The woman waved her off, “No worries, it’s your shit list.”

“I’ll be sure to let you get your licks in next time around. This one was rather personal.” Wanda’s voice was a bit lower as she looked at you out of the corner of her eye, " I wouldn't want you to dirty your outfit over this anyhow." She turned to Pierce's mostly disemboweled body and wiped the bloodied bottom of her shoe on the thigh of his pantleg. Wanda turned to make her way back to the main street.

The blonde woman fell in step with Wanda as you flocked them from behind with Kate and Reina. It was easier to listen to the conversations around you; Apparently, Reina was covering Clint for the night and Kate had a date with Yelena in Little Village coming up. You tuned back into the two women’s conversation as they stopped by the black Audi that was used for the night’s events.

“We’ll have to meet over lunch, you, Nat, and I. Bring the chatterbox too if you want. Until then, I’ll be waiting for your call, Wanda.”

The woman gave Wanda a quick hug before she pulled her shawl closer to her body with the sudden wind chill.

“Expect it sooner rather than later. We have much to discuss and Shaw has become a growing thorn in my side with his bitching and moaning. At this rate he’ll have to be dealt with,” Wanda held your forearm as she lowered herself into the black Audi before turning to the woman in white again. "And Mallow comes with me everywhere."

The blonde woman stood outside at the rolled down window as the car’s engine purred to life, Steve sitting at the wheel, Kate was in her reserved seat in shotgun, and you sat in the back with Wanda as always. You pulled a bottle of water to temporarily soothe the dull ache in your throat until you got back to the manor.

“You need only say the word for us to get things moving, Maximoff. ‘We’ve all got the means,’”-

“‘It’s just a matter of methods.’ I’ll keep in touch, Frost.”

Wanda smirked at the woman in white as she stepped back from the window so it could roll up. Wanda settled back into her seat as she rested her head on your shoulder, removing her bloodied heels. Steve pulled away from the curb as you watched the strong stature of the Hellfire Club fade from view.

#marvel #marvel one shots #the freaks come out at night #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #mutant!mobboss!wanda #hyena!mutant!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x yn #scarlet syndicate au #jc inkworks #ink.wanda #ib-jc.

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january-summers · 1 year ago

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The house seems normal enough when you first arrive, but you've been driving all day and you're tired, so it's not really like you missed the warning signs on purpose. It just seems old. The floor boards creak like they're coming loose and never settled right to begin with, and the sounds further in the house, always just out of sight... well those are easily enough explained in a house this old.

The air is cold and heavy, but of course it is, it's hardly summer and old houses carry the weight of time. You wish this house carried a few less dolls though. Why do people collect dolls anyway, they always seem to be watching you. It's not like they're really moving around, there's just too many to remember exactly which position they were in the last time you looked.

There are no trails in the dust, except for the ones you leave as you walk, examining the house, bemoaning the cleaning service that didn't do their job and mentally marking the art that will be thrown out at the first chance. Something in the images unsettles you, or maybe it's the lighting, flickering every now and then to stretch the shadows oddly around the old but opulent furniture.

The shadows fool you a few times before you figure out what's happening, you laugh quietly at the idea of invisible people casting shadows in your new home.

You've managed to get the last of your luggage into the house by the time you realise the rotting meat smell isn't the lingering stench from the roadkill you accidentally ran over three hours ago, though it had clung to the car long enough that you thought it might be. Hoped it might have been.

The wall paper is damp when you touch it by accident, hand just missing the light switch on the wall. It feels repulsive to touch, but you need to know if there's a leaking pipe somewhere, so you feel along the walls.

They're all damp, they're all... kind of squishy if you're being honest.

Your fingers swipe through a patch that's wetter than the rest and the wallpaper sticks to your fingers, pulling away from the wall to reveal something definitely not right behind it.

It can't be what it looks like, but you have to be sure. You could close your eyes and walk away, spend the night in your car, anything, but your hands are already peeling back the wall paper. In your ears you hear a ringing, like the tinnitus you get when you stand too close to an old tv or radio that aren't properly tuned in.

There is no plaster behind the wallpaper, no wood, no stone, no iron or steel, there is only flesh. Blood slowly seeping from the meat as you continue to peel its skin. The ringing in your ears is louder, as are the creaking, cracking groans from elsewhere in the house. There's snapping, not like the breaking of wood, but the breaking of bones.

You need to run, you know you need to run, you know you should have run earlier.

Your feet won't move. You don't want to look down, but you do. The hardwood floors are covered in a film of blood. They look like long, thin strips of meat.

Your feet are stuck to the floor, you don't know where your shoes are, you're certain you were wearing them, but your feet are bare where they're stuck to the floor. It's hard to see past the wads of peeled skin still in your arms, still clinging to the wall on the other end, but you swear it looks like your feet are melting into the floorboards.

The sound of breaking bones sounds muted in the damp, damp room, but so loud for how close it is.

'Oh,' you think as you understand.

The house is eating you.

reblog to enlist your mutuals in building the House :)

#gore #don't mind me I was in a mood #january tries horror writing again

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one-without-fear · 9 months ago

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25 Things About Me

1) What images do you have set for your desktop/cell phone wallpapers?

Desktop: Demi Lovato on one profile, a slammed Element on the other. Aja Wilson on my work computer.

Phone: A Vans beach scene.

2) Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

I feel like this is an insane question lol. Who didn’t? But yes, Ms. Angela Campbell 8th grade english. Before her, Boys & Girls Club art teacher, Miss Flor. Was completely in love with her, and totally my reason for loving Latinas.

3) What was your last text message?

Sent to me? “Ohhhh yeah that sucks”

4) What do you see yourself doing in 10 years?

At this point who tf knows.

5) If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?

T.V. BBS. Or Disneyland, that would be pretty great.

6) What was your coolest Halloween costume?

I’ve never had a cool costume, I did go as Snorlax once though lol. That’s a great Polaroid.

7) What was your favorite 90s show?

Charmed or Gargoyles

8) Who was your last kiss?

My dog

9) Have you ever been stood up?

Yes, last time I went to Utah. Pretty annoying.

10) Favorite ice cream flavor?

Mint Chocolate Chip or Matcha

11) Have you been to Las Vegas?

I live there.

12) Your favorite pair of shoes?

My red authentic Vans.

13) Honestly, have you ever cheated on your significant other?

I have. I was also convinced she had cheated on me. But I also was being a selfish dick that wanted this other person so badly my blood was heating.

14) What is your favorite fruit?

Pineapple.

15) Have you talked to anyone on tumblr that you could see yourself dating/having sex with? If possible?

A random? Absolutely not.

16) Are you into hookups? Short or long term relationships?

One night stands? Nope, makes me feel like a prostitute. And it’s literally damn near impossible to have a one night stand with a woman. I want long term, short term is for high school.

17) Do you smoke? If so, what?

I vape, and it depends. Usually watermelon by Skweezed or a disposable. In March, Shamrock Cookie by Sadboy.

18) What do you do to get over your anger?

I don’t.

19) Do you believe in God?

I don’t.

20) Does the person you're in love with know it?

No.

21) Favorite position?

Sexually? Doggy style, or side.

Sleeping? Side or stomach, if I could breathe lol.

22) What's your horoscope sign?

Cancer

23) Your fears?

Frogs. Gross little bastards. Please tell me what good they’re for. I’ll wait.

24) How many pets do you have? What kind?

I have one, a dog.

25) What never fails to turn you on?

Neck kisses. Running fingers up my lower back. Scratching my upper back. Deep, dirty kisses, wetter the better.

Oh and forwardness.

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omokpop · 4 years ago

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jihoon (wetter); boyfriend

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#Band wetter #Jung jihoon #Wetter jihoon #kindie #K-rock #Wetter lockscreens #Wetter wallpapers #Wetter boyfriend material #Jihoon boyfriend material

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ukiyomood · 4 years ago

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#random lockscreens #photography #Band #Band wetter #grunge lockscreens #art lockscreens #Photography art #Art wallpapers #Random wallpapers #K band #K indie #K rock #Credit to owner #Maurizio di lorio

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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 2 years ago

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Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Five

Laura was being abducted.

Actually, she and the sheriff were being abducted in the sheriff’s car, by two hunters who looked like they dined on squirrel and shopped at Ye Olde Frayed Undergarments Boutique.

The withered, white-haired man was driving, his liver-spotted but surprisingly strong-looking hands on the wheel. The bigger man was filling the passenger seat, his shoulders so broad that one arm was pressed tightly against the window.

The only reason Laura wasn’t panicking as they bumped along was because Travis seemed one part annoyed, two parts resigned, and wasn’t saying anything.

In the seat next to her, Travis cleared his throat and adjusted his belt buckle. The innocent gesture hid what he was actually trying to do, which was push his erection down.

Laura recrossed her legs, trying to squirm her underwear into a more comfortable position. She’d pulled them on at the speed of light when Travis had reached out with his long arms and yanked the door shut. She was so wet she was probably leaving a damp patch on the seat.

She and Travis exchanged glances and she remembered the filthy things he’d growled in her ear. He knew she’d liked them. He’d felt her getting wetter by the second.

She'd been so damn close.

The white-haired shook his head and muttered to himself. “Wait ’til your Ma hears about this. Just you wait, Travis.”

Travis stuck his fingers through the grille and rattled it. “Dad, I’m on duty. This is my goddamn car.”

Laura whipped her head around. “This is your father?”

He sighed and sat back. “Yeah, and my brother, Bobby.”

Bobby was sniggering in the front passenger seat. “Travis got caught with a girl.”

“Shut-up, Bobby,” Travis muttered.

What kind of mess was she in? They weren’t going very fast, so Laura tried the door handle, but it flipped uselessly. No wonder Max hadn’t been able to get out earlier. This place was a cage when the driver locked the doors.

They turned down a gravel driveway and approached a very large, very creepy old house, the kind of place that looked like it was haunted by ghosts that would send you mad and make you kill your family.

At the front door, Mr. Hackett parked and opened the back door for them, gripping the shotgun in his left hand. Laura got out, and Travis climbed out after her.

“Let me drive Miss Kearney back to camp.”

“Inside. Now.” Mr. Hackett pointed at the front door.

“She doesn’t know anything,” Travis exclaimed, but Bobby grabbed both their shoulders and shoved them into the house.

Laura doesn’t know anything? That seemed pretty harsh to Laura seeing as she was a college graduate, but she supposed that Travis wasn’t referring to the theory of evolution by natural selection or Planck’s constant.

The vibes around Hackett Quarry had been strange all summer. Maybe she was about to find out what Travis was so jumpy about.

Laura allowed herself to be marched inside along with Travis, but she paid careful attention to where the doors and windows were, ready to run the first chance she got. The house was as lovely on the inside as it was on the outside. Peeling wallpaper, old oil paintings and curling maps, squeaky floorboards.

They emerged into a living room lit by a single storm lamp. An old woman was sitting in a high-backed armchair.

The old man jabbed Travis in the ribs. “Tell your Ma what you’ve been doing when you should have been hunting.”

“Ma” was a stick thin, hard-mouthed old woman in her seventies who looked like she enjoyed dragging small children around by their earlobes.

Laura waited for Travis to tell these people they were all round the bend for kidnapping him in his own car along with a grown woman. As “Ma” bestowed her son with a gaze that glittered harder than diamonds, Travis paled.

“Well? Why are you here where you should be huntin’?” Her voice cracked like a whip around the room. Even Laura felt its lash.

Travis reached for Laura. “We’re going, Ma. I’m taking Miss Kearney back to camp, and then I’m—”

“You stay right there!” she snapped, and Travis did as he was told.

All the hairs stood up on the back of Laura’s neck. There was something very wrong in this house. A dark energy that turned everything bitter and sad, and it seemed to be radiating from this old woman.

Mrs. Hackett stood up and turned to Laura, raking her with eyes like lasers. Laura suppressed the urge to tug on the hem of her short dress and pat down her hair. She suddenly felt naked.

“Who the hell is this?” Mrs. Hackett asked.

“She’s a counsellor at—”

“Not you,” Mrs. Hackett snarled.

Mr. Hackett spoke in ominous tones. “They were in the back of his car.”

The old woman gave Laura a look that could melt metal and took in her bare legs and messy hair. The hot and heavy moments she’d spent with Travis were clinging to her skin, and she had the unsettling notion that everyone in this room knew what she and Travis had been up to.

“What were you doing with this girl, Travis?”

“We thought we heard an animal.” Travis looked meaningfully at his parents, trying to communicate something.

“We did hear an animal. Travis said it was a bear,” Laura said slowly, watching their faces. Bear had to be a lie. It just had to be. What were they hiding? Did Travis have another brother called Leatherface who prowled for victims on the full moon?

“That’s Sheriff Hackett to you, girlie.” Mr. Hackett surveyed Laura with a severe expression, his lips pressed tightly together. Now she knew where his son got it from.

“Ma, Miss Kearney doesn’t know—”

The skinny old woman glared at her son. “Shut up. Was I talking to you?”

Travis flinched and bowed his head, and anger erupted through Laura. “Wow. Is that any way to talk to your son?”

Mrs. Hackett’s eyes narrowed. Mean old bitch. “You. Girl. What were you doing in the back of that car with my son?”

Laura tapped her chin, pretending to think. “I could tell you, but I just remembered it’s none of your goddamn business.”

Travis groaned under his breath and sank his face into his palm.

“I’m his mother. Everything that boy does is my business.”

“He’s fifty-six years old!”

Mrs. Hackett pointed a bony finger in her face. “Harlots and sluts like you can still get their claws into him.”

Travis lifted his head and raised his voice. “Ma! Shut the fuck up.”

Laura glanced at him in surprise. So he could stand up to his mother. Just not for himself.

“Don’t you talk to your ma that way,” Mr. Hackett growled.

Travis bowed his head again, but a muscle in his jaw ticked.

Laura shook her head and turned toward the door. “Okay, the looney toons have gone on long enough. I’m leaving.”

Travis caught her arm. “Not alone, it’s not safe. I’ll take—”

“Lock her in the cellar, Bobby,” the old man ordered.

“No one’s locking Miss—”

“We can’t. You know what’s down there,” Mrs. Hackett replied.

Laura’s eyes widened. What was down there?

“Then chain her up in the attic. We’ve got spare chains.”

Spare chains? Laura started to panic. “Are you all freaking crazy? No one’s locking me in a cellar or chaining me in the attic.”

Mrs. Hackett started shouting. So did Mr. Hackett. As if caught up in the drama of the situation, Bobby started exclaiming, “Travis had a girl in his car,” over and over.

“Everybody just calm the hell down,” Travis shouted, and everyone did, which seemed to shock him more than anything else that had happened tonight. “I’ll take Laura—Miss Kearney—back to camp. You’re all scaring her over a bear hunt.”

Mr. Hackett looked at his wife to make the decision.

Laura stepped closer to Travis and breathed, “Get me out of here, right now.”

Travis held his hand out to his father. “Give me my damn keys.”

“Ma” didn’t say a word, so Mr. Hackett handed them over.

Laura couldn’t walk fast enough as she followed Travis out of that maze of a house. In the front seat of his car, she put her head between her knees and dragged breath into her lungs.

“What the fuck. What the fucking fuck. I thought your family were going to kill me.”

Travis started the car and drove back toward the main road. “I’m sorry. It’s the bears around here. Everyone gets a little crazy about them at the full moon.”

Laura reared up. “It’s not fucking bears, Travis! Don’t lie to me.”

He winced, and Laura took a deep breath. The way he’d cowered in front of his mother was still seared into her brain.

“Does your family always talk to you like that?” she asked in a softer tone.

He pretended to be focused on the very difficult task of driving in a straight line down a straight, smooth road.

Finally, he muttered, “Don’t worry about it.”

That was one of the worst family dynamics she’d ever witnessed. That old witch treated her eldest son like trash. No one stood up for him. He couldn’t stand up for himself.

But he’d stood up for her.

Mrs. Hackett had called her a harlot and a slut, and he’d told her to shut the fuck up.

Laura nearly reached out for his hand, wanting to squeeze it, but every other strange thing that had happened this evening stopped her.

“What’s in your parents’ cellar that they didn’t want me to see?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again. “My family takes hunting very seriously.”

Laura flopped back against the seat and shook her head. “If you’re going to lie to me, don’t bother talking at all.”

Travis took her words deeply to heart and didn’t utter one syllable as they drove back to where they’d left the SUV by the side of the road.

The moment Laura got out of his car and slammed the door, she wanted to jump back in, wrap her arms around him and tell him that she was so, so sorry for the horrible way his family treated him.

Plus she’d left her orgasm in that car. He had it, and she wanted it.

***

Laura sighed and started the SUV. As she drove back to camp, she wasn’t surprised to see the sheriff following her. Keeping her safe from “bears.”

Travis arrived home just after dawn, eyes burning with exhaustion and a dismal feeling festering in his heart.

He lived in a house adjoining the police station and as he walked down the hall he raked his fingers through his short hair. A scent on his fingers caught his attention.

Laura.

He stared at his hand. What a humiliating experience, to have the girl he’d been obsessing over finally in his arms, fleetingly interested in him, only for his family to interrupt them at the critical time.

He didn’t care about himself. If only Dad and Bobby had waited just one more minute, then he could have at least given her something good and kept a heavenly memory for himself. There was no chance of that ever happening between them again. Laura wouldn’t come within a mile of him again after seeing how pathetic he was, a man who cowered in front of his mother.

Travis closed his eyes and groaned. At fifty fucking six years old.

Rum for breakfast? He sauntered through his house to the kitchen, picked up an open bottle of dark rum.

Rum for breakfast.

He necked it from the bottle, and the alcohol burned down his throat, stole his breath and silenced his thoughts. He usually had rum for breakfast the night after a full moon, when the exhaustion and disappointment were bone deep.

He could smell Laura on his fingers and damn, her scent was something else. The only thing he wanted to think about right now was the pleasant, warm buzz of the rum and hot, heavy moments with Laura in the back of his car. Her telling him to look for the bear. Again. And again. Demanding he rub against her. And she’d called him bossy.

A smile hooked the corner of his mouth. Little brat.

The wall phone next to him let out shrill ring, shattering his daydream.

Travis rubbed his tired eyes and picked up the receiver. “Sheriff Hackett.”

“What were you doing with one of my campers last night?”

Chris. How wonderful. More family. “Camp counsellor,” he corrected.

“Same thing.”

“She went for a drive in the moonlight, and Silas found us before I managed to send her back.”

“Shit. Which counsellor?”

“Laura Kearney.”

“Did she see—”

“No.”

Silence stretched.

“Bobby was saying stuff about you and her.”

Sometimes he could wring his little brother’s neck. “Bobby barely knows one end of a shotgun from the other.”

Chris made a non-committal noise. “All right. Thanks for picking her up and bringing her back. I hope Ma didn’t freak her out too much.”

“What do you think?” Travis growled, and slammed the phone down.

He took a final swig of rum and then went to his bed.

The week that followed the full moon always felt hollow because it was then that the Hackett family lived in their disappointment that yet again they hadn’t managed to kill Silas. Travis avoided the family home like it was filled with plague.

He was always thinking about Laura. Late at night he thought about her even more. He searched for a lot of college girl porn. Blonde girls with older men. Not innocent, helpless blondes, but bratty ones with fire in their eyes who needed to be held down until they were whimpering please and being pounded into the mattress. The ones who loved to be manhandled and spanked and told what to do. Forced what to do.

Nothing illegal or messed up. A game because they both liked it.

He checked his phone often, hoping for a sarcastic text from her that would give him an excuse to charge around to camp and tell her off for wasting his time when he was busy.

But his phone stayed silent except for calls about noise complaints and stolen cars.

He’d never wanted someone to talk back to him so much in his life.

***

Another month sharing a bedroom with four other girls with no access to her vibe, Laura was starting to go around the bend.

The first month at camp, she’d had the odd lewd thought about Travis Hackett. She’d been turned on and squirmed a little in her underwear. She’d been noticeably wet several times and felt the aching need to be penetrated.

She’d fantasied about his thick cock dragging in and out of her while she had one hand pressed against his chest with the other working her clit. The fantasy had always passed off when she became distracted by other things.

Now it wasn't passing.

She couldn’t bring herself to try and get off in her bunk while the other girls slept. She remembered Travis’ question in the back of his car. Do you ever touch yourself?

Chance would be a fine fucking thing. In her own bed, she loved to go to town on herself. She was never going to take that luxury for granted ever again.

It was late afternoon and Laura’s Triple X daydream had moved past the first orgasm she’d had with her fingers and now he was really going for it, pumping into her in an unrelenting rhythm, their mouths parted, breathing hard. She gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life. His shaft was glistening with her wetness. He pushed her knees up to her shoulders and leant his weight on her, because bratty girls needed to feel it deep inside them to know who was boss.

Laura groaned and pushed her hands through her hair.

“Something wrong, Laura?” Abi looked up from helping one of the kids with a drawing. Laura was meant to be helping with the group. Instead, she was gripping a pencil like she was about to snap it in half.

Sweet Abi. She imagined what Abi would say if she confessed the truth. I need to be screwed stupid by that middle-aged cop you may have seen around. Absolutely ruined by him. You get me?

Abi.exe has stopped responding.

Laura rubbed her breastbone. “Ugh, indigestion.”

“You go get something from the nurse’s station. We’re just about finished here, anyway,” Abi offered.

Maybe walking it off would help. Laura got to her feet. “Thanks, Abi.”

Dragging her feet, Laura walked dismally around to the lodge, wondering if she’d ever feel cheerful again.

Max was too proud to talk to her about whatever was eating him.

Travis was probably avoiding her over what had happened at the full moon.

There was a mystery at Hackett's Quarry that no one else seemed aware about. Everything was such a mess.

As she reached the front of the lodge, a familiar cop car pulled up. A tall man got out, dressed in a blue uniform, his gold badge gleaming in the afternoon sunshine.

He saw her right away. He’d probably seen her before she’d seen him.

He didn’t look through her.

He looked at her.

Laura’s heart soared.

Her clit practically cheered.

The sheriff was here.

***

I’ve been able to get out a chapter a day this week but I’m busy tomorrow so it will probably be a day or two before I post the next one. I can’t wait to write the next part. I’m having loads of fun! I hope you’re enjoying it too. Until then, leave me a comment and let me know what you think of the story so far.

CHAPTER SIX

#the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #travis x laura #fanfiction

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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I WANT YOUR BELLY.

Summary: The shimmery vest of Harry's on you makes him combust on the spot ;)

A bottle of wine gone in a span of minutes. Your giggles treacly and slurry as you poke his heart-shaped, wine stained lips matching with his pink refulgent vest and he grins toothy-ly sweat sheened on his perfect features and his nose twitches into besotted sniff of your fragrance, leaning down to murmur his lips to yours.

“What got ya gigglin’ like tha’ lovebug?” You shake your head in slight carelessness. His brows furrowing in confusion, mouth parting musingly into a soft chuckle when you shimmy his vest down his arms leaving his upper half naked and all beautiful for you to admire.

“Just relax and see.” You whine out timidly tip-toeing on your toesies to the centre of the hotel room you guys are staying at -- well more like fucking morning and evening with a little tinge of exclusivity everytime.

When you came back to this cosy place of yours after an hour of his show ending that shimmery feeling of proud for him and the jitteriness to love on him was still there, more like doubled up when your eyes weren’t able to drift away from the stiff bulge forming in his pants from all the adrenaline and heat pumping in his body due to praises.

He takes pride in it, absolutely basks in the novelty of it.

His dimples dings up into a wicked smirk, the heels of his palms sinking into the soft bedding as he man-spreads quite sexily and leans into his own weight then straightens up immediately with bright eyes and a shit-eating grin when you strip down your clothes slowly.

“You givin’ me a strip tease baby!?” He howls playfully and you shushes him through sputtry giggles, head lulling at your shoulder and you laugh at the top of your lung as he rolls his eyes to his skull in the most erotic way and squeezes his straining member with the cup of his large palm when you get rid of every item of clothing you had on your body and with hesitant glances his way wears his vest.

It accentuates your curves beautifully, falling a little over your thighs from how big it’s since it’s his’s and it gives the most pristine view of the crescent of your tits and the valley between them.

His stomach froths with heat, the fabric of his pink flared bottoms from his splotching with the dollops of his precome and his bare chest heaves with raged breaths as you rub your one feet over another in timidness, knowing you’re drunk enough to do this but sober enough to contemplate how to put it infront of him.

Though they both know even if you move it an inch away to show him your perky tits, it’s over for the curly head.

“You know how belly dancers got this cute sparkly shiny dresses to make them appear more bendy? I’ve always wanted to do that! It seems so fun!” To your defence you always wanted to dance as carefree and fun as they do all you didn’t know was that it’ll be like this – giving a literal fever to your boyfriend and arousing both of you to such an extent where all his fierce eyes are indicating he’s about to strike forward and throw you on the bed and pound into you reckless.

The room fills with her sweet laugh when Harry fans himself, puffing out huge inhales of breaths and smirks at her cheekily.

“A lap dance would be much appreciated, thank you.” He's almost about to burst because she sure as hell looks amazingly stretchy and bendy and very breed able in this shiny thing.

“What a gentleman. Now, put on some music so I could give you a show you really deserve.” You command him and he nearly whimpers wanting to crawl towards you and spanks that bum of yours.

You’re suppressing your chuckles when he almost falls face first into the carpeted floor while scrambling to put on some music and when he returns back he’s rocking back and forth like an impatient kid -- doing anything in his will to give a bit friction, some relive to his throbbing cock.

“Promise that you wouldn’t make fun of me.” You point a finger at him, eyebrow raised to assert a little bit of power you’ve over him.

“C’mon baby! My balls are turning blue d'ya think I could ever make fun of you when you’re being such a good girl f'me?” His groans shaky and hoarse, nostrils flaring and his hands sandwiching between his thighs to subside the ache that you caused.

Hot white pleasure surges through each of his cervices and rattles through his bones upon the absolute lewd and smutty sight of you dancing for him with your eyes affixed on him like a seductress and it pelts his skin hot.

“Fuck.” He’s cursing under his breath, as you curve around gracefully and shakes your ass for him teasing your fingers over the waistband of your lace panties.

You bite down your lip when he puts his fingers under his tongue with his mouth sucked around them as he wolf whistles for you.

“Yes you go baby!” He yells at you making you laugh rosying your features and not failing to make you feel tingly under his passionate gaze.

The he looks down at himself in rather pique tugging his tight briefs a little away from suffocating his dick that's swelling up awfully fast and leaking with every graze and touch making him hiss groggily through his teeth loudly.

His reaction makes your cheeks flush and your toes curl against the soft carpet, making you all gooey with your own slick.

He almost looses it when you roll your hips and your tummy ripples raunchily.

You’re taken aback when he’s striding towards you, cupping the nape of your neck roughly and pressing his thumb into your nervy pulse pushing you till you’re pressed into the wall and he’s muffling your surprised squeaks with a big fat smooch to your lips which turns into sloppy heated work of mouths, tongues slick and naughty against eachother, teeth nibbling and teasing, lips too desperate to be parting away and when they do they’re hovering over eachother with their breaths hot and fanning.

“Look at y'being a filthy tease.” He tuts, warm fingertips tickling down your chest and sneaking under his vest to palm your tits as he ducks down to lick a fat stripe up your throat then sink his teeth into soft underbelly of your jaw.

“Now tell me who taught you to dance this good?” Everyone should sit down and takes notes from one and only Harry Styles; the man sure knows how to lie through his teeth because what you pulled moments ago was just clumsy drunk flailing of limbs.

“God gifted.” He chuckles mockingly, tapping your bottom pouty lip.

Your neck stretches far giving him more access to mark you as his’s, your fingers manoeuvring into his sweaty ruffled up curls when he glances up at you intensely with your nipples sucked in his mouth and his hand gliding into your panties – smirking goadingly at the squirm and pathetic gurgle of your tone.

“just like this pussy of yours?”

Except his eyes no blade can control you, no sharpened knife. That lascivious gaze’s enough to threaten a storm up your thighs and cause a rainfall between your legs.

Carefully, he puts his knees on the floor one by one while he paws at your hips to vignette admiring kisses down your midriff.

“Stop! It tickles!” You gasp giggle when his fingers palliates into your soft love-handles nipping and lapping then sponging tender kisses to your belly, your back arching abruptly with a low crack your blunt nails scratching down the wallpaper when Harry coos and spurts noises of admiration.

“Can’t help it, poppet. I love your little belly so much.” Your mouth parts around shallow breaths when he nuzzles his nose against your heat and engulfs into the tangerine smell of your arousal, pressing a kiss to the damp spot and murmuring against it with his calloused palm hardly pressed to your quivering tummy.

“Love feelin’ myself snug in your belly, how it warbles and gurgles fo’ me t’ fill it up with me cum,” His gruff tone sending cold shivers down your spine, making you wetter and slicker, pussy lips clenching around nothing making squelching noises catching Harry’s attention and he smirks ominously -- startling you with a gentle nip to the inside of your thighs then ripping your panties in one harsh tug.

“You love takin’ my cock in this cute belly of yours don’t ye' kitten?” He asks you, eyes glued to the way you melt into his touch when he parts your glistening pulsating folds away with his middle and index, mesmerised at how drippy you’ve managed to get for him as it coats his digits then tricks down his wrist thickly.

“Hmm. Guess like I’ve no option but to treat myself to the sweet pussy of my belly dancer.” He hums roguishly, making you bob your head vigorously and pulling at his hair to nudge him to do something anything to quell this ache that's soaring like a flame in wind making you embarrassingly more slippery every passing second.

Your eyelids skewers tight, fingers falling lip atop the mop of his curls and knees quaking thanks to Harry’s strong biceps straddling you over his shoulders as he spreads your legs wider apart and grips onto your thighs with his all might and strokes his tongue in one tantalising hot lick from all the way to your slit up your pulsing clitoris wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub into a nasty suck and toys it around with his tongue.

“Ha –- H ... Harry!” You whimper out meekly grinding your cunt against the faint stubble growing over his cupid-bow, pleasure spiking into your each pore at how good it feels.

“Mhmm kitten, tell me does daddy makes y'feel good? Warm and nice?” A string of saliva connects his lips and your clitoris. He presses his two fingers to it moving them up and down to lube them then to rub your clit in tight little circles, putting right pressure and attention to it as you cry out slumping against the wall and grabbing onto the nearest furniture with a mantra of harryharryharry booming in your head.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’re so good to me,” You mewl out impishly incasing his head perfectly between your thighs, trembling in his hold when he eases his ring and middle finger inside you gauging for your reactions and carousing in the way your face falls placid into pure bliss, your lips wobbly and the corners of your eyes dotting pink.

“This feels good, moppet?” He asks gruffly curling to caress the spot that sends you into wreck havoc and plunges his fingers deeper inside you, the tip of his nose stuffing into your mound as he licks into you hungrily and sloppily getting his cheeks and chin all messy and shiny with your juices.

“Bet, daddy’s cock feels better. Stuffs y’belly more good.” He growls, the vibrations jolting you in your skin. His fingers fucking into you quicker and deeper, pushing his knuckles to your weepy tight entrance – your cunt swallowing his rings.

Your chin tips up towards the ceiling moaning breathily, thighs trembling and hands gripping his shoulders that’ll leave guaranteed bruises as the ministrations of his mouth and tongue on you, his fingers thrusting in you and his face making a mess out of your drippiness become too much for you sending you into a over drive of buzziness making you lightheaded and floaty.

“C’mon kitten drench me, cum in daddy’s mouth.” Is all it takes for you to do what he asked for and you almost fell forward if not for Harry’s support squirting with loud and wounded moans.

He almost combusts in his pants when you grit carnally riding his face and shoving yourself down into him, not able to stop coming while he encourages you, soothing your aching thighs with gentle strokes, “That’s it baby, atta girl.” And “You did so good f'me kitten, g’na show you how hard ‘m for you.”

"Cute. How bout I fuck you in every one of my outfits?" He pats your cheek, smacking a big kiss to it and doesn't wait for your response before throwing you over his shoulder and landing a stinging slap to your bum.

His dark lustful eyes indicating that he’s not done with you yet.

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delimeful · 4 years ago

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to taste your beating heart (4)

warnings: nightmares, flashbacks, mind control/thrall mention, mental breakdown, blood mention, impalement/staking, upsetting thoughts, panic, ptsd responses

A plastic-sounding click, like someone pressing a button.

Anx took a breath, staring intently at the person bustling around across from him.

Patton was making tea like someone vying for a professional butler position: setting saucers and cups in front of each of them, managing the teapot with a steady hand, motions smooth and automatic.

“Sorry, I’m just so used to setting up refreshments for guests,” he chuckled nervously. “My sister always insists on tea when she comes by, so—“

Logan shifted next to him, impatient and more than a little irritated after every one of his inquiries had been deflected or outright ignored. Patton had invited them in, though, and he was currently their best lead on one of the most vicious cases they’d ever dealt with.

Even if he seemed utterly incapable of answering any of their actual questions.

That wasn't saying he wasn't willing to talk at all. Roman was chattering with him, their most sociable member easily drawn into discussion and more than willing to natter on in the hopes that Patton would let some vital information slip.

Anx wasn’t the only one who noted the way their host set an extra saucer and cup out, but when he met Logan’s gaze, the hunter only rolled his eyes, more than content to dismiss it as another element of the stranger’s apparent airheaded personality.

Patton was still speaking, discussing the many alleged merits of ignoring allergies for the sake of fulfilling experiences. Roman, who was lactose intolerant, was nodding along wholeheartedly. Logan, who was the one to deal with Roman’s post-dairy consumption whining, looked a lot less agreeable.

His own attention remained pinned on Patton’s movements rather than his words. There was a pattern there, a careful turn of the cup so the handle was facing the right side, lift the teapot from the warmer, and pour. One by one, he went around the table.

Anx was the only one watching when the man finally fumbled. After pouring each of their cups with surprising grace, he reached that final, fifth teacup. He twisted the handle so it was right-aligned, lifted the teapot, poured— and then reached for what looked like a cream pitcher.

A beat late, Patton’s hands suddenly swerved to the side, and he pulled them back as though he’d been burned. His voice didn’t even falter.

Anx reached across the table lightning-quick and seized the pitcher, knocking a few of the porcelain jars over and effectively cutting through the conversion as he did. Roman was asking something, but Patton only stared at him, something both fearful and grateful in his gaze.

Anx pulled the lid off, and the thick smell of blood hit him, like iron and rust.

“Your sister, you said?” Logan asked, and Patton bit his lip hard enough to bleed.

Click.

He was in a different room of the same tiny apartment, though it took him a moment to recognize the interior.

Put bluntly, it looked as though a miniature hurricane had torn through it.

The wallpaper was shredded and splattered. The cute decorative furniture had been thrown askew at best, smashed to bits at worst. Everything was in disarray, the valuable and mundane targeted indiscriminately. An entire life torn to pieces.

In the eye of the storm, Patton stood, hands fisted in his hair and eyes bloodshot.

They’d known the backlash of the bond breaking would be hard on Patton, but they hadn’t been prepared for this. It was entirely possible that they had never run into a thrall this strong, one maintained for so long, in their entire hunting career.

Most aggressive thralls would attack relentlessly to defend their master from harm. Seeing as they’d been the ones to kill his “sister”, if Patton was going to vent his ire on anyone, it would be them. Roman stepped forwards carefully regardless, knowing that they owed it to him to at least try to help him recover. “Patton?”

“I should have helped her,” he replied tonelessly, voice half-ruined from screaming. He picked up a broken chunk of a table leg, and they all went tense, but all he did was slam it against the wall.

“I should have saved her!” he cried, punctuating every word with a swing. “Where is she, where is she, what did I do to her?”

“A better question would be: what did she do to you?” Logan asked, ignoring the sharp look Anx sent his way. They’d all been unsettled at the way the vamp had talked about Patton, like someone possessive over a favored plaything, but that didn’t mean they should be bringing it up now.

They’d finally gotten Patton’s full attention, as he turned to them with angry tears in his eyes. “She did everything for me! And I— I gave her away, I betrayed her…”

“She was hurting people,” Anx cut in, voice firm but not unkind. For all that he’d been through, Patton didn’t deserve unkind.

“I could have fixed it, I thought I was— I was getting through to her,” he pleaded, his voice unsteady and unconvincing even to himself. He dropped the wood, pressing bleeding knuckles against his face to stem the tears.

“It’s not your fault, Patton, okay?” Roman tried, stepping closer until he could reach out and set his hand on a trembling shoulder. Patton only seemed to bow further with the weight of his grief.

“Giving her up was supposed to kill me,” he said softly, the frenzy gone from him. “How am I supposed to live without her?”

“The same way everyone else does,” Roman pulled him in for a hug, his own eyes wetter than they’d been before. “One day at a time.”

Click.

The living room of the house— their house.

Perhaps more importantly, the smell of something burning.

Anx had always been twitchy about things like this-- a thousand potential disasters in mind for every little inconvenience-- so he bolted off the arm of the couch the moment the scent registered.

When he got to the kitchen, he heard the rattle of an active microwave, saw Patton standing and staring blankly at the display as the inside of the microwave clouded up with smoke.

Cringing at the thought of the smoke alarm going off, he turned on the overhead fan and pulled the window up before finally yanking the microwave door open.

A plastic takeout container was halfway to a melted puddle, mixing with whatever leftovers had formerly resided there. He slid on a pair of duck-themed oven mitts and grabbed the most solid-looking parts, quickly lifting and carrying the mess to the balcony where it could cool down without making their house smell like burnt plastic.

When he returned, Patton was still in that same spot, frowning slightly as though just realizing that something might be a little off. Like someone had pressed pause while the world fast-forwarded around him, Patton had described it once.

Anx flitted about for a moment, putting the mitts back and cleaning the leftover residue, and then finally faced his friend with a wry half-smile. Patton’s eyes snapped to him, as though just realizing he was there.

“Hey, Pat.” He reached out and set his hand against Patton’s back, watching as the touch helped ground him slightly. “Can you go sit at the table? I’ll bring us both something to eat.”

Without a word, Patton turned and walked to their little dining table.

Cooking was admittedly harder when he ducked away to check on the other room every few moments, but he managed alright, only singeing the eggs slightly where Roman would have incinerated them.

He set the table for them both, and sat across from Patton, who was motionless and quiet in his chair.

“Can we eat together?” Anx asked, offering Patton a fork so there was a physical prompt as well as a verbal one.

It took a moment, but Patton gripped the fork easily and started to work through the motions of eating, mirroring Anx. Whenever he faltered or seemed to forget what he was in the middle of, Anx would nudge his attention back on track.

Once they were finished, he gathered up his dishes and asked Patton to grab his, carrying them back to the kitchen together.

Patton paused for a moment at the sink, mouth twitching into a frown as he stared at his glass and the lingering layer of orange juice at the bottom.

“Does anyone want tea?” he asked suddenly, a well-practiced line in a cheery tone. “I’m very good at tea service, you know.”

Anx swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m good, Pat,” he declined instead of pointing out that they didn’t have any tea in the house.

Patton seemed to get a little hazier, his face going sad and then quickly lax again. Anx took the glass from him and offered him a hand to hold instead, squeezing his palm comfortingly when he accepted.

“I need help out in the garden today. Do you think you could lend a hand or two?”

He dipped his head in a nod, and as they made their way to the back door, Anx shot a text off to the group chat.

> nightmare on edge street: out in the garden with pat. bad day protocol, stat

When they came back in hours later, dirt under their nail beds and probably a little sunburned, Roman and Logan had already combined their talents to set up an elaborately decorated but still structurally sound blanket fort spanning the entirety of the living room.

Patton’s face twitched into a tremulous little smile as the others waved them over, and Anx felt him squeeze their joined hands gratefully.

Click.

The sequence rewound, restarted. Ran him through it over and over, the same scenes-- the same memories. Patton pouring tea with a determined, terrified glint to his eye. Patton’s mind struggling under the stress of the snapped bond. Patton working through a difficult day with the help of friends.

The scenery grew brighter and brighter with every repetition, like saturation turned all the way up on a screen, until they were as painful as sunlight on his bare skin. He tried to close his eyes, to move away, to change something, anything, but his body wasn’t his own.

Look at him, it seemed to demand, keeping him frozen in a sensory hell. Pay attention. Look what you did. Understand how you hurt him.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

Clunk.

Silence. The memories vanished, leaving him floating in an impossible, endless black space. Between one blink and the next, he was eye-to-eye with a mirror image, something about it just slightly off.

He didn’t notice the stake in its hand until it was too late.

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Anx jerked upright, hands jumping to his chest as the phantom sensation of wood between his ribs faded. His breath stuttered painfully, as though he expected to feel ichor welling up in his mouth any minute.

Staking a vampire was an archaic hunter method. It was difficult to manage, it was messy, and it was the slowest and most painful way possible to kill a vampire. He knew this, though he wasn’t sure which life was providing the facts.

Regardless of memories, he couldn’t know how it felt to actually be staked. He’d been injured before, with a coven as temperamental as his, but nothing like that. Nothing even close to that. It was just a bad dream, an imagined pain.

There was a subtle shifting nearby, and his head snapped up, eyes bright and teeth bared. If those assholes thought he was in the mood to have his space invaded--

“Easy, Count Chocula.” Across the room, the sword-wielder-- Roman, that was his name-- settled back into the armchair by the door, watching him with narrowed eyes. “I was simply noticing your… abrupt awakening?”

Right. Because he wasn’t settled into one of the tiny, dark rooms reserved for the newly-turned and those who couldn’t shake off the urge to sleep. He was captured by weird hunters, who trapped him in their weird house, and asked weird invasive leading questions about his weird night terrors.

He was also tucked into a bed, for some reason.

The comforter had already slipped down halfway due to his sudden jolt into wakefulness, and he wasted no time in kicking free of the sheets. The room was surprisingly dark in both theme and lighting, with deep purple walls and heavy spiderweb-patterned curtains blocking out any potential sunlight.

There was also a warding circle of ash carefully smudged in a perimeter around the bed, the burning containment runes strong enough to make him want to sneeze even from this distance. The diameter of the circle was wide enough that he could theoretically keep away from any stabbings if he pissed Roman off enough, but add even one more hunter to the mix and it would take virtually no effort to pincer him.

Nothing he could do about the new cage for now, with the hunter staring at him expectantly from his sentry position. He sent a poisonous glare back and hissed, still crouched on the bed like an exceptionally angry gargoyle.

Roman pressed an offended hand to his chest, but was cut off by an inordinately cheerful knock at the door. His expression flickered to a sort of bitter resignation, and he shot Anx a much more serious warning look before unlocking and cracking the door open.

“Hey, Pat! I thought you were taking a nap?” he asked with impressively feigned lightness to his voice.

“I was, I just— Is he awake?” Another too-familiar voice replied, sounded distracted. “I felt…”

“Yeah, Padre,” Roman admitted after a strained pause. “He’s up. You remember your key?”

“Of course!” Patton said, and neither of them elaborated on what the hell that was supposed to mean. Roman stepped aside, and Patton beelined to the bed like a compass needle to true north.

He stopped just short of the circle, like a determined enough— or cornered enough— vamp couldn’t reach out and drag him in. “Anx! I’ve been so worried about you! You took quite a tumble, are you feeling alright?”

Anx stared at him. The words were bright, but there was a thread of something fervent and barely-controlled in them, something frenetic in the way he shifted from foot to foot. It sent a pervasive feeling of wrongness down his spine, like looking at an old photograph and realizing that something you remembered from it was entirely absent.

Anx didn’t— couldn’t know enough about Patton to recognize when he was acting off, but every piece slotted neatly into place anyways, dragging him to a conclusion he didn’t intend to realize; Patton was pretending, ignoring the parts of him that felt bad to reassure the rest of them. After everything he'd already gone through, he was bearing the stress of being thralled without a word.

He could feel the thrall tether pulled taut between them, already mentally frayed from both the time passed since feeding and the pain that had ricocheted through him at his last order. Looking at Patton like this, it was bizarrely easy to loosen his grip and let that last thread connecting them fall apart.

Patton’s shoulders eased, all of him sagging slightly like a puppet with strings cut. And wasn’t that just an uncomfortably accurate metaphor.

In the next moment, the hunter was stepping neatly over the line of ash and into the circle, arms lifted. Roman shouted something, but his alarmed words were meaningless noise against the roar of anticipatory fear that overcame Anx.

Get away, his instincts screamed, but his body remained stuck, stalled by a resentful whisper in the back of his mind: Doesn’t he deserve to get a few hits in though? Look at what you did to him.

A sudden touch made him curl in on himself, but the arms that folded around him were careful, even gentle. His head jerked up, and sure enough, Patton was hugging him. He froze, struck dumb.

Over Patton’s shoulder, Roman was stopped a few feet away, hand outstretched as though he’d planned to yank Patton back out of the danger zone. Anx met his stare, eyes round as quarters.

“I did not tell him to do this,” he blurted, and Patton’s chest vibrated with a little sniffly chuckle. The human was so warm.

At the door, Logan appeared, glasses slightly askew. “Patton? I heard—“

He paused, taking in the room. His expression grew more and more unimpressed. “... I see. Exactly what happened while I was away?”

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #vampire au #ttybh #to taste your beating heart #couldnt find a good stopping point T-T #Hope you guys enjoy!#writing #my writing #pov is confusing at the start but i hope it makes sense

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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One Summer In Paris ~A Small White Lie~ JJK

WORD COUNT: 3.9 K

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers,

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter [Italics - Flashback]

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The rain was hammering down on the streets as you tried to make a decision about running out there or to stay under the small umbrella above the shop you'd just come out of, it was supposed to be summer but the rain made it seem as though it was in the middle of winter and a storm had hit. You knew sometimes thunderstorms hit whenever it got too hot but you never expected a downpour like this, you were soaked from head to toe after walking out in the rain for only a couple of seconds.

"Miss, we're locking up." You nodded taking your handbag and placing it over your head in an attempt to stop yourself from getting wetter and you began to try your luck at running to the bookshop you were living above for the Summer. Some summer this was turning out to be though, it had done nothing but rain today despite the forecast being nothing but sunshine and clear skies. Your phone had once again lied to you. Your only day off so far and it was being ruined by the rain, your new outfit was also ruined thanks to drivers splashing puddles up you.

As you ran by the riverside you noticed all of the couples sharing an umbrella together, coming to the city of love alone was something you'd wanted to do since you were a kid but seeing people like this made you feel lonely. Until you realised how cold and wet they must have been, then you thought about how stupid it was to just be standing out in the rain like nothing was happening.

Your legs felt like they were on fire at the rate you were running but you still weren't any closer to the bookshop, you'd spent your day off from work exploring the city alone trying to get used to your surroundings but now you'd wished you'd just stayed at home instead, curled up in bed with a warm cup of hot chocolate and one of the many books that you had to choose from. One of the many joys of working in a business where your passion and hobby came into one space and made it feel more like a pleasure than a job. Thunder sounds and you groaned jumping over a puddle and sprinting to hide under an umbrella at a new shop, you checked inside your bag to see everything was practically ruined, the book you'd brought with you to keep your occupied while you had lunch under the Effiel tower was drenched. In fact, the only things that weren't ruined were your phone, a couple of presents you'd gotten for your friends and a fridge magnet you'd gotten for yourself. You'd made a small promise to collect small fridge magnets over your time there, something your friends had done whenever they travelled somewhere new.

"Shit," You hissed realising the time, it was starting to get really, really late and you knew that the shop owner wanted you to be there when the next lodger would turn up to take the apartment above yours in the shop. Grace was kind but when it came to being late and tardiness she drew a line. Sighing as you looked at the sky, it didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon so you just began sprinting towards the shop so you wouldn't be too late.

The shop lights were still on so you began heading towards the door praying that Grace wasn't going to be too mad at you for being late. You were about to head through the door when you crashed into someone knocking your bag behind you and sending their suitcase against the floor, flying open with the contents spilling out.

"I'm so sorry! It- I wasn't paying attention." You rushed out as you began handing the boy bits of his clothing as you found them on the floor, he chuckled shaking his head and promising you that it had been his fault. He wasn't paying attention to what he was doing either, he was trying to figure out if he was in the right place.

"I wasn't watching what I was doing, I was wondering how to get inside." Your hands touched as you handed him a silk black shirt, your eyes travelled up his tattooed hands and up to his eyes, even though he was drenched in rainwater he still looked amazing. Your heart was thumping against your chest as you stared at him studying his facial features for longer than you probably should have but he was handsome, his jawline was sharp and yet he had such a round face. He had long black hair that was swept back into a half up and half down man bun that was sticking to his forehead thanks to the rain. He took a second to look back at you, noticing the way your hair was sticking to your shirt and face, how your eyes seemed to be lighting up even in the dark gloomy weather.

"You two will catch a cold! Inside!" You both began rushing to your feet scrambling to get inside of the bookshop, your boss - Grace - hit you around the back of the head with a thick book.

"I told you to be home hours ago, Y/n meet Jungkook. He'll live above you for the rest of the summer." Jungkook? Even his name sounded amazing to you. It was strange that even a name, something so simple could still sound so good.

"It's nice to meet you Jungkook, will you be helping out in the shop also?" You questioned as you took the book from your bag and went to place it over on the space heater that was behind the counter of the shop. It got cold inside of the shop despite it being summer so the space heater was constantly on behind the counter, keeping you or the other workers warm.

"No, I'm just here to look around the city, I have some time to myself." You nodded at him and Grace began to scold you for not offering him a drink yet. She'd taught you to be a great hostess and yet here you were, not putting those lessons to good use.

"I'll show you to your room, I get up the stairs easier." You laughed softly as you playfully teased Grace, you took his bag for him and showing him the way to the back of the shop and how he would get in and out of his apartment.

"I'll give you a key so you can get in and out easier, there's no shutter for the door so just make sure you lock it or who knows what I'll wake up to one morning." He nodded along to everything you were saying as he followed behind you up the three flights of stairs. The first flight was heading down, the next lead up to what he assumed was your floor and the last one was his.

"Your room is on the top floor, you have a balcony with one of the most astonishing views of the river and the Effiel Tower." You pushed the door open and his mouth almost fell to the floor as he saw everything inside, the apartment was plain but it was beautiful. Something he wasn't used to, the places he stayed were normally extravagant and overdone but this was just perfect. The furniture was all a cream colour and the walls were a soft cream and soft brown wallpaper, it was a nice place to call home for the summer.

"It's not much but it's just enough to call home for the summer," His heart skipped as you said exactly what he'd been thinking, from the moment he'd seen you outside the shop he felt as though alarm bells were going off in his head. You weren't screaming and crying at him so it meant you had no idea who he was, you had a beautiful smile that seemed to make his heart jump whenever you did it. You lifted a small silver key from around your neck and he watched you strolling over to the double doors beside his bed.

"It's not quite the weather tonight but you can sleep with the doors open and you'll wake up to a nice sound of birds and the local guitarist playing just down the street." He wondered how many times you'd done that, slept in this room just so you could wake up to that. It did sound like one of the most peaceful things in the world he smiled looking at the view through the rain stained windows. Even now, covered in rain and dark clouds the Effiel Tower looked breathtaking and as cheesy as it would sound to anyone else. The view outside was nothing in comparison to you, Jungkook felt as though he would look at you all day.

"I have a fireplace downstairs in my apartment if you'd like to come and get some hot chocolate." You weren't doing this just because he was good looking but you had knocked him over in the rain and wanted to make up for it. He was still drenched in water and the first place in his apartment was blocked off so that yours could run with ease.

"Sure, I'll just get changed and then I'll meet you down there." You handed him all of the keys he would be needing for the apartment and went down to your room to give everything a quick clean not wanting to look like a slob in front of someone like him. Holding your hands over your chest you tried to slow down your heart as you thought of him, thought of the way he looked, spoke and smiled.

"Y/n is she mine..." The question was repeated to you, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked up at him. Hand laid out on the counter, they were starting to hurt with how hard you were gripping the marble countertop but you nodded your head at him. He had every right to know now that he was back.

"Y-Yes she's yours." Jungkook's heart raced as he looked over at the staircase, Grace was walking down holding up a pair of Minnie mouse ears that seemed to sparkle in the lighting of the shop.

"She's waiting for you." You nodded at Grace as she kissed your cheek, putting the pair of ears onto your head and stared at Jungkook as she walked out of the bookshop,

"She doesn't remember me?" You shrugged your shoulders in answer to his question,

"It's been four years, she sees a lot of people in the shop." You mumbled playing with the sleeves of your thin jumper as he stared at you, the thought of him being there was finally starting to sink in and then you realised he was going to want to meet her.

"Why didn't you tell me? How?" Questions were running through his head at the thought of having a daughter...Or any kind of child. He felt as though he'd missed out on a lot, which he had. His daughter must have been four years old by now, he'd missed out on four years with his own daughter.

"It wasn't like I could contact you Jungkook. How do you think babies are made? We were active together Jungkook and it wasn’t as though we were the safest when we did." You spat out quickly and he looked down at the floor, he knew he deserved that for the way things ended between you so he shut up not wanting to start a fight right now.

"Can I meet her?" You bit down on your lip, you'd never even told her what her real dad was like or who he was because she'd never asked questions about it before. There had been one time when she was three, she questioned why her friend had two parents and she only had one. Now you were about to drop a bombshell on a four-year-old that her father was the famous Jeon Jungkook, a singer in one of the biggest bands and the reason he was never around was because of you...You didn't even know that he was famous when you met him, you just thought he was someone who did a lot of travelling, born rich and could do what he wanted. It wasn't like you googled every person you dated or wanted to date.

"I don't know-" The thought of him randomly meeting her without a warning was worrying you but Jungkook cut you off,

"She's my daughter-"

"She's also my daughter." You snapped back at him, both of you knew that you weren't going to get anywhere with this argument so you took a deep breath, closed your eyes trying to come up with something that would make this make sense.

"She's just a kid, she...I never told her who her dad was." He frowned at why you wouldn't just tell her that he was her dad but then he remembered who he was and what he did for a living. Telling a child that could make them tell other people and he assumed you didn't want drama starting at your door, which you didn't. It had been your whole reasoning for never looking for him again if people knew he was a father you'd never have a normal life again you'd seen the articles following Jungkook. You'd seen the stories about people the hung out with, it was terrifying to you/

"Were you ever going to tell me?" He questioned slowly as he looked up at you, your eyes were staring down at the countertop as you processed the question.

"How? Was I supposed to send you some physic message? Maybe use a magical Owl?" Your daughter slowly came down the stairs as she heard you yelling and she poked her head around the door watching you and Jungkook interact, she stared at the man wondering who he was and why you were fighting. She hated it when you yelled loudly since it never really happened that often.

"Mum? Is everything okay? Want me to call David?" You shook your head getting down onto your knees and motioning for her to come over to you. It was now or never.

"Darling come here, I want you to meet someone." She rushed over to you still dressed as Cinderella and she jumped up into your arms wrapping her tiny arms around your neck. You slowly turned her around setting her on top of the counter and turning her to see Jungkook. He began tearing up as he looked at her, the longer he stared the more similarities he saw in her that he had and it made him cry at the thought of missing the first four years of her life. You could tell by the look on his face you'd made a mistake by hiding her from him but there was nothing you could have done. He had his life and you had yours. Both drastically different from one another.

"Please don't cry Mr, I know books are boring but my mum can make them exciting." He chuckled wiping his face on a tissue she was giving to him from beside and you sighed knowing that you had to tell her,

"Baby, do you remember when you asked me why your friend had two parents, and you only had one?" She nodded looking up as if she was searching the air for the answer, it made you smiled softly at her as she thought back on what you had said to her that day.

"You told me daddy was away and I would know about him when the time was right." You nodded at her, tucking hair behind her ear as you swallowed the lump in your throat. Jungkook looked at you tearing up this time, you'd never thought the day would come, never in a million years had you thought he'd come back here and that you would have to be the one to explain this to her.

"Areum this is your dad, Jungkook this is Areum..." You waited to see what she was thinking of all this,

"You don't have to call me dad though...Not if you're not comfortable with it. I'm Jungkook." She stared at him tilting her head to the side as he held out his hand for her to shake,

"My dad?" You and Jungkook nodded in unison waiting for her to say or do something, she just turned to you and then back to Jungkook in silence. Studying him as she stood up on the counter and walked over to him, she touched his hair.

"Your hair is long." He nodded, it was longer than the first time he'd come to Paris. Now you could probably put it into two little buns on either side of his head, or maybe in a small ponytail.

"It is." He laughed softly, she turned her finger at him,

"Turn." He did as she said and she kept an eye on him, she'd learnt from movies and shows what she thought a dad was supposed to be and she nodded at him.

"Are you sure?" She questioned you sarcastically, she'd been watching too much television, you shook your head at her and picked her up blowing on her shoulder making her scream out as it tickled her. You placed her down onto the floor tapping her arms softly.

"Go and change for bed, it's late." Jungkook watched her as she came over to him and hugged his leg tightly, all she'd ever wished for was for a dad and now to her, it was finally coming true.

"Goodnight Jungkook." She whispered squeezing him tightly once more before rushing towards the staircase as you told her you'd be up to read to her soon. Jungkook's mind went back to the name that Areum had mentioned when she first came down the stairs,

"Who's David?" You froze as the name came from Jungkook's lips, the way he questioned it made you feel like you'd been caught cheating but you and Jungkook hadn't been together in years but it didn't explain the guilty feeling you had hanging over your chest. The guilt rushed through you as you thought about moving on from Jungkook and him not doing the same. It had taken you a while to convince yourself to finally start dating again, four years in fact.

"My boyfriend-"

"Is he close with Areum?" He cut you off quickly as soon as he heard the word boyfriend leave your lips. You stared at him as you began putting books away to keep your hands busy, you wanted nothing more than to smack Jungkook over the head for coming here and asking so many questions like this as if he had any ground to stand on.

"He's been here for about three months but he's close with her-"

"Where did you meet him? Is he just some creep you met in the middle of Paris? Is he safe to be around my daughter?" You slammed a book down onto the shelf and he stopped questioning you. He just stared at you as you paced back over to him rubbing your temples as though he was stressing you out, which he was.

"Is this what it's going to be like because you're here now?" He frowned at what you meant not following along with what you were asking him.

"I just want to know if he's good to be around my daughter-"

"You don't get to decide if he's good enough, you know what...How do I know you're good enough to be around her? How do I know you won't just run off again?" He looked down at the floor and shook his head it wasn't like he had a choice last time. He had to leave before, his break was up and he had no choice but to leave you and Paris.

"I'm staying around, I want to know my daughter, I want my daughter to know me." He looked at you and you bit down on your lip feeling guilty for throwing that in his face. You knew deep down that he didn't have an option to stay last time that he had to leave.

"David is a good guy, he's good with Areum that's all you need to know." He nodded at you calmly, telling you that he wanted to meet him before David got to spend any more time with his daughter. Jungkook at least wanted to get to know the man that had been helping look after his daughter.

"I don't think you're in a place to decide if he gets to see her or not Jungkook...He's been around longer than you have-"

"Because I didn't know she existed...Don't throw that one in my face Y/n." You knew it was harsh of you to use against him so you nodded your head, agreeing to let him meet David in the future but not yet.

"Can I come to see Areum tomorrow?" You nodded at him again,

"It's Saturday so she'll be free from everything. She normally helps me around the shop so it'll be nice for her to get out of that." You watched him as he walked towards the door of the shop getting ready to leave again. It brought back that sinking feeling of never seeing him again,

"Jungkook," You called out, right as his hand touched the door handle he turned to look at you and at the moment it was like looking at him for the first time. The way he stared at you, the way his eyes looked, it sent shivers rushing down your spine. You noticed he had more tattoos than the first time you saw him and you wondered if he'd covered up the one you'd given to him.

"Yeah?" He called out when you didn't respond to him just looking at you, you shook your head to get rid of the daydream you were having and you smiled weakly at him,

"Did you rent the room out for the summer?" He nodded his head as he thought about the place above yours.

"I wanted to stay somewhere familiar to me, have you been up there since the last time?" You shook your head even if it was a lie, you spent the first few weeks of him being gone up there. You'd smashed most of everything up and replaced it when you calmed down. The whole place felt wrong after he left, you hated that he'd left almost everything behind. The guitar you'd gotten him at the boot fair one time, photos of you together drawn by a man by the river. Everything was broken and trashed since you never wanted to see him again.

"No." You told a small white lie, he nodded and pulled the door open walking out into the street and making his way back to his hotel room as he thought about everything going. A week ago he had no idea his daughter even existed and now he was wondering what his life was going to be like now, how he was going to tell the boys. If he even wanted to tell the boys but he knew deep down inside himself that he had to let someone know.

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retropolitan · 3 years ago

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Bei dem Wetter: Sonnencreme nicht vergessen!

(Bild: Tropico 1 - Wallpaper)

#tropico 1 #tropico #pc #wallpaper #background #desktop #2001 #2000s #2000's #2000er #retro #retrogaming #retro gaming #retropolitan #gaming #video game

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem! reader, Part 13.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Inspired by the great Labrinth’s very own song which inspired the name of the whole series - Mount Everest. Check it out!

A/N 2: Also sorry for the delay, I didn't want to rush this chapter or whatever and I didn't have exactly the time to sit down on a coffee with my classmate, whose experience inspired this chapter and then to write it all down. She claims she saw and felt dat shit and I believe her, so no complaints on my head, please.

Warnings: Hallucinogenic drugs usage and slightly surreal smut.

Word count: 2.3 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia

When you fell in love, you feel like the other person hasn't got a single flaw on them. Sometimes, this feeling slowly fades away and you start to slowly see the flaws and they can't be unseen then.

But when you're lucky, really lucky, you fell in love so deeply, that the person was just made for you. And even after all those months, that feeling of happiness, excitement and love still takes a hold on you every time you see them.

You do the craziest shit together with them and you usually are total couple goals together. Always holding each other in a tight grip, inside jokes that make you laugh as crazy and secrets only the other one knows are sure thing. The longer you're together, the more you know each other and the strong your bond is.

You and Fez were exactly the couple who was all badass, cute and funny to be around with. When you were together on some parties, you always straddled his lap, wore his hoodies and sweaters, drinking from his cup and practically kissing the living soul out of him.

There were millions of photos, boomerangs, and videos of you - sometimes you shot them, sometimes it was Jules or Rue, or Fran when you were hanging out.

Your most favorite one was you in a winter coat with Fezco's beanie as he held you from the back in a hoodie, standing on the cliff and looking into the forest as the sun was setting - that was your wallpaper. Rue's favorite video of you two was when you ordered pizza and he was feeding you, nudging your mouth with the pizza slice, which made you laugh. Jules's personal video was when you and Rue sang dancing queen on of the many parties and then you ran to Fezco’s arms, jumping into his embrace and circles him with your legs and hands, kissing him.

But there were many, many more - the time when Fez fell asleep with his head on your belly on a sunny day, a selfie of you in a swimming pool, late-night selfie and you even made some slightly erotic photos.

One of them was your favorite - your pussy in lacy black panties was straddling his lap clothed in denim jeans with his dick completely hard. You even had one when Fezco was pounding into you and arched your back, having his ass all hard and tensed up and it was covering your pussy completely.

Your relationship was the ultimate couple goal. Nobody ever saw a couple so crazy for each other than you two. Your Instagram feed was full of your couple photos, the pics from your trips and you with Rue and Jules hanging out.

And one time, Fez ultimately surprised you.

You were staying over at his place, he was finishing some business and you were feeding his na, bathing her and reading her some news, even if you knew that she couldn't hear you. Fez came back around nine p.m. with you immediately circled around his waist.

You had your rainbow-striped sweater on, a messy hair bun and you already put your make-up off. You kissed his shoulder wide, snuggled into one of them.

"Been gon' for two hours, ya monkey." - He slowly leaned into your embrace, putting his hands all over yours.

"I know, and I've missed you so fucking much." - You whispered, closing your eyes and turning his face to you. You tiptoed, kissing him hungrily. - "No other businesses today?"

"Only ours today, babe." - Fez leaned forward, putting his hands all over your butt, circling around his arms your waist. - "Got ya a small surprise." - He took you by your hand to his and lead you to his bedroom, which was basically yours as well. You had a lot of your clothes in there, you moved in some of Fezco's favorite undies, bras, and panties for him, some leggings and t-shirts. He sat you on his bed and took something out of his bag.

"There ya go, baby." - Fezco said with a smile, holding an open palm to you. There was a small pill with something painted on it. You circled your fingers around his wrist, taking a seriously deep breath in.

"Fez, I don't know." - You gulped and closed his palm. He sat next to you, kissing your cheek, tugging your earlobe playfully.

"This ain't no shit, would not buy anythin' bad for ma babe. When ya take it, I swear that I will fuck you like never before." - He whispered into your ear.

You somehow accepted that Fezco is making a living out of drug dealing. Because you loved him so much, you somehow accepted that he was most probably the one who made Rue able to OD herself. But you weren't exactly sure about taking the pill.

Fezco wouldn't be mad a bit when you would not accept the pill. But you knew the motto that Rue and Fez use in their life: you need to try everything. And you were seriously curious.

Who would not be curious about drugs? Everyone in the world sometime in their life thought about the states they gave to human body. There were so many of them, so much different states, so much to discover.

It was only one pill. And your man who loved you like no-one else. You trusted him - Fezco knew what material and pills he should buy. When he told you that it's safe - it was safe. Curiousness and love made you blind.

"You are not making me to do it, don't you? It will be good when I'll not do it?" - You asked worriedly. Fezco leaned into your body and kissed you slowly.

"I would fuckin' never." - He smiled, standing up to get the pill back into his backpack. But your hand stopped him.

"Fine. I'll try it. Just once. You swear?" - You asked quietly with a slight frown on your face. Fezco stood up in front of you, smoothing your face. - "Babe you don't have to do dat shit. It was only an idea, baby girl."

"I wanna try it. I only live once, right?" - You smiled, slowly rolling the tongue out of your mouth, hugging his upper thighs with your hands. Fezco slowly put the pill on his tongue, slowly dropping on his knees, taking your face to his palm. While his tongue danced in your mouth, you felt how the pill slipped down your tongue and throat. Slowly, he was climbing on the top of you, putting his hands next to your hips.

Fezco was getting eager, as always when it was getting intense in the bed. When you opened your eyes up, the world was getting blurry and somehow blissful. You saw sparkles everywhere, they looked like little stars. You exhaled out loud and closed your eyes.

You slowly felt as you were falling down, your head spun all over the place. The world stopped around you, you would swear it hadn't moved for a several second straight. Your heartbeat was almost insanely loud, destroying your ears slowly and the blood in you body stopped. Your breathing and moaning was resonating through the space of the bedroom.

Your back reached the bed, but your body was falling deeper and deeper to the unknown. The blue of Fezco's eyes was lighting the darkness around your, they were bluer than the ocean, wilder than the fire. For a moment, there were three Fezcos, the next moment he was blue, wildly violet and red, sparkled in glitter.

Then you felt how he touched you gently, he was burning hot. You watched that place and your mouth was opened widely. You saw his hands slowly traveling your body and while you watched the stars on the ceiling, you found yourself and even him completely naked. Your body was trembling and the sounds coming from you were wild and animalistic. Fez knew that those were the sounds he wouldn't forget.

You basically screamed so loud it had to be heard a mile away.

You were clueless when he disappeared, but you just laid there completely tuned down with your hands tangled in your hair as you watched the universe uncovering in front of your eyes. Then you felt how he pushed your thighs to the mattress and buried his tongue within your clit. Your body felt melting plastic as you hugged his head as always.

You felt how your body was dripping into the bed as was from a candle, you tried to breathe normally, but your mouth was capable of moaning exclusively while he worked down there. The sheets on the blanket felt so slick that you were slipping on it. For a moment, you leaned your head backward and closed your eyes.

When you opened them up again, you would swear that you could see a whole fucking universe there just expanding and rotating around your own head. You smiled at the view - and a scream came out of your lips as you came. Fireworks started to happen in your view as you shook and called his name out, all sweaty and rolling your eyes backward. It felt like a big lie, yet it was so real in your head.

Before you could move or say anything to him, you were kneeling on all fours on the bed with your ass up as he slowly entered you from the back. You couldn't watch the euphoric utopian views at the moment, but the feelings inside of you were just as strong and beautiful. You loved every moment of it.

His dick felt normally really good, but this time, you felt as every other thrust slowly cracks you up and how is it destroying your whole body while your pussy never felt a dick so good. You also were hornier and wetter than usual, so without you even realizing, you were praising him up like a little boy and screaming at him to go faster and rougher at you.

Even if his granny was with her senses and could waken up, you would scream the same. You felt like a little child who tried the taste of sugar for the first time ever - there was nothing better than that. The sugar was like his dick; there could never be anything better than that.

You didn't even have a clue how many times you came that night, the orgasm was just swelling your body, again and again, so you basically never stopped shaking and tensing your muscles.

Suddenly, it made sense to you - why people took drugs to feel so fucking good. Rue did that. Fezco was doing that, even when he claimed that he’s doing that a lot less since he had you by your side. Jules did that. The adults took pills and medicine to feel at least ok. The popular girls were doing that. Everyone was.

They were taking drugs for that small moment, when the world just stop, your consciousness is nowhere to be found, your breath and heartbeat stops. There is a moment when your own body feels like its dead.

And you're laying there on your knees while your boyfriend is giving you the best sex of your whole life, looking inside of you like an empty doll; a doll without expression, its own mind or opinions and with a pale face.

But then your life turned back on again. You are thrown back to reality as a piece of filth, as your heartbeat jumps back again and as you took a fucking deep breath. You're alive suddenly again and nothing is more disappointing. They are doing it for that little moment when you feel like a part of the galaxy.

“How ya feelin’?” - A voice that resonated through the bedroom whispered to your ear and you turned your head a bit to look at him. You would swear that there’s some green light illuminating him and that someone’s projecting a Chinese dragon onto his naked chest. You had no clue that he’s actually naked as well.

But you just lazily smiled at him. You had the same face Rue usually had when she found that small spot in the darkness again. Just by the looks of your face, he could tell that you took something. You couldn’t hold your gaze at him, your body was like jello - if his hands weren't holding your ass up, you would just fall down and lay there.

Your eyes scared him a bit. They were lifeless, empty - like his little baby girl wasn't even there. He heard about it - it was a syndrome when the windows were shining, but nobody wasn't home. His granny had the same syndrome as you had.

“Good.” - You answered slowly and started to giggle and that was the moment Fezco knew you had enough - enough of his dick or drugs for that matter. He slowly laid you down onto the bed, but you just weren't in your own head at the moment. You maybe was wet like a bitch and came about four times during your session, but your empty eyes were just glaring at the ceiling.

Fezco had a smile on - you probably won’t even remember any of that in the morning, just the euphoria you felt and how slow and your heartbeat was. But he loved you like no one before and every time he took another look at you, he was more and more sure of it.

And if he could show you a euphoria like that, why wouldn't he?

That was why everyone was doing it.

Because of those euphoric fucking feelings in their own head.

#mount everest ain't got shit on us #rue bennett #rue euphoria #euphoria hbo #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco hbo #fezco imagine #fez euphoria #reader x fezco #euphoria imagine #drugs are fucking bad #remember that #you can actually die #be carefull #ok?

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sluttyten · 6 years ago

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멈추지 마 baby don’t stop

summary: doyoung’s always setting your phone background as him doing that V pose and it’s got you feeling some type of way

words: 1,450

pairing: doyoung x reader

“doyoung what the hell? again?” you throw your phone into his lap so that his own face is staring up at him, his fingers spread in a V shape in front of his lips. this is the fourth time in the last few weeks that he’s stolen your phone and replaced your background with a new picture of him doing that same pose.

he smiles, giggling, and throws your phone back at you. “I don’t see the problem. you get your best friend’s wonderful face as your background, what’re you complaining for?”

but it’s not like it’s just one picture that he keeps resetting as your background. no. everytime that you discover he’s changed your background, it’s a brand new picture, and your camera roll has at least a dozen others, and at this point you’re a little concerned what others will think if they see how many pictures of doyoung like that you have.

and the problem is bigger than that.

you may have had a minor crush on doyoung for ages before he started doing this. he’s your best friend though so you’ve never done anything because you don’t want to ruin what you’ve got. but when you see his fingers spread in front of his mouth, you really struggle to keep your mind on that straight, narrow path of Just Friends instead of veering off to the side into imagining doyoung eating you out.

and today of all days, when you were already feeling pretty horny, doyoung did this. a new picture as your background, and between his spread fingers his mouth is open, his tongue peeking out. you feel more frustrated than before, and as you sink down onto the sofa beside him, you try to ignore his knee touching yours, the way that his hand casually falls onto your leg, him reaching across you for your phone.

but you hold your breath and try to keep a stranglehold on your thoughts and after a while you’ve calmed down and fallen into the show that doyoung wanted to binge watch. you don’t even look at him much, not until suddenly you feel the weight of his head in your lap, and he grabs your hand and puts it on his hair so you begin brushing your fingers through his hair.

but then his head is in your lap, and one glance down at him sends you reeling back to that place where all you can think about is him eating you out, your fingers twisted in his hair.

you shift a bit, the place between your thighs suddenly feeling a bit warm and wet and needy.

“ouch” doyoung hisses and sits up, untangling your fingers from his hair. “don’t hold so tight. I like my hair pulled but not that much.”

you swat at his shoulder only to see him smile widely, and then he captures your hand, his long fingers holding tight, his hand completely surrounding yours. you feel like you’re melting into the sofa, and you sink back a bit into the cushions, not breaking eye contact with your best friend.

his eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment, and it’s long enough for your whole body to flush with heat, for the fantasy to burst to life in front of your eyes.

“doyoung...”

he bites his lip and suddenly he’s got his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer. “tell me to stop,” he dares you, but you don’t say a word. you feel your body burning hotter from his touch on your bare thighs, the shorts you’re wearing doing nothing to help cool down your skin. doyoung sinks down, snapping at the band of your shorts, and then, with his face peering up at your from between your legs, doyoung stops.

“no. go, go. don’t stop.” you whine and you push your fingers into his hair. “doyoung, I swear to god if you’re just teasing me right now, we can’t be friends anymore.”

he turns his head to the side then, lips warm and gentle on the inside of your thigh. “can we be more than friends, then?”

“we can be anything you want to be, just don’t stop.” you tug lightly on his hair, and doyoung groans, then fits his fingers against the fabric of your shorts and your panties underneath, and pulls them both down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to the cool air.

doyoung places a gentle kiss against your clit, his eyes watching your face carefully. you whine and your legs twitch on either side of his head, and doyoung smiles and does it again, chuckling when you react in the same way, and then he moves back a bit to lick his lips, and shifts as if he’s going to get up and just leave you there, half-naked and horny.

“you suck, oh my god.” you grab for where one of his hands is still curled around your thigh.

“I can do that, if that’s what you want.” doyoung says, readjusting his position on the couch between your legs, and that’s when you realize he wasn’t going anywhere at all, just trying to get comfortable before he really starts. “you want me to suck your clit, lick you out?”

he kisses your thighs again, and you can just let out a few breathy noises, not able to make words at the moment because all your brainpower is dedicated to not grabbing doyoung and flipping him over to sit on his face and make him make you cum. you hold tighter to his hand and whine.

doyoung presses close right away, his tongue flicking against your clit a few times, and then he moves down to lick a stripe over your pussy, and he moans and does it again. you know you’re wet, probably wetter than you’ve been in ages because you’re finally getting this, finally have doyoung between your legs eating you out like you’ve been fantasizing about for so long.

and it’s in that moment that you realize you should document this.

your hands scramble, reaching for your phone just barely within your reach. with your knees up in the air, and doyoung’s eyes closed in pleasure as he licks your pussy so good, this is like an upgraded version of the pictures he’s been setting as your background.

you hold your phone up with shaky hands, focus the image on screen, and then press the shutter. doyoung hears the shutter noise, and he moans against you, eyes flicking up to see your phone aimed right at him, and he clutches you closer then, licking deeper.

the phone falls from your hand then, vanishing into the sofa cushions, and you slide your hands into doyoung’s hair, savoring the way his moan feels inside you, the prod of his fingers as they replace his tongue when it moves up to your clit.

you feel his fingers scissoring inside you, stretching your pussy and you wonder if he’ll fuck you after this or if doyoung wants to move slower. you want to feel him inside you, filling you up with his cock, his body pressed to yours, his lips on your skin.

“oh god” you moan loudly, tugging sharply at his hair, pulling a moan from him.

doyoung pumps a third finger inside you just as he looks up, holding your gaze, and he sucks your clit between his lips.

you cum so hard your hips lift off the cushions, and doyoung has to curl his arm over your hips to pin you back down to ride it out against his face and his fingers. he keeps pumping his three fingers inside you, sucking at your clit and moaning and moaning and moaning as you gush over his tongue and pull at his hair and whimper his name and the constant “don’t stop doyoung, oh my god.”

finally your orgasm fades away into the tingle of sensitivity as he pulls his fingers out of you and just licks up you cum, his tongue tapping against your clit every now and then to hear you squeak and feel your legs jolt. and soon even that ends and he just looks up at you from between your legs.

your fingers are still twisted in his hair, so when you tug, doyoung comes up easily, moving up your body until his face is hovering over yours. “how was that?” he asks, smiling with his lips covered in your cum.

“so good,” is all you manage to sigh before you drag his mouth down onto yours. and if he kisses as well as he eats pussy, you know this is going to be a great first kiss.

requests: Doyoungs ""peace sign"" selcas got me fucked up. You got any fics about him eatin pussy? Or if you know someone elses could ya link it 👅👅👅 // (from @nctatnightnight) Doyoung the type of bff that keeps making random pics of him doing That Face your phone wallpaper when you aren't looking, and then whoops it plays a part in that bff becoming a bf.

a/n: I don’t think I really had any fics of him eating pussy before this, but now we can say thank you to @nctatnightnight for that inspiration I needed to torture myself with imagining doyoung eating pussy.

#doyoung #doyoung smut #nct #nct smut #doyoung fic #nct fic #this was just going to be a drabble but it got longer than i meant it to be

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mingiswow · 5 years ago

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10 | Blood Princess

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Warnings: violence, suggestive themes, cuss words, thigh riding

Word count: + 2,4 k

a/n: I’m so sorry I was away for so long, but everything has been crazy lately. But don’t worry! I’ll finish this story as well as the other projects. Maybe it’ll take a little while but I’ll do it! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Lots of love 💖

It felt like Deja vu, you coming down the stairs all dressed up, the three youngest ones coming in front of you, Namjoon looking absolutely ravishing in his blue plaid suit and matching pants, his white dress shirt half opened, showing part of his chest and leaving you with sinful thoughts.

You came down the last steps and stopped in front of him, a big smile on both of your lips. His calloused hands gently touched yours, intertwining your fingers.

“If it is possible, you look even more beautiful than ever looked” the man left a kiss on your forehead, making a heat go straight up your cheeks.

“Maybe is the idea I’m finally yours now” Namjoon chuckled at your answer, throwing his head a little back and smiling down at you.

“You’ll never lose that sharp mouth of yours, aren’t you?” you denied with your head. “I think we should get going, I made reservations for us in a place I think you’ll really like” you nodded as he pulled you to the door, being followed by four giant men, his bodyguards. “Yoongi, Jin, take care of everything for me while I’m out, yeah?”

“Go have some fun, boss. You need” Jin answered, hugging Yoongi by the side. “We’ll take care of here. Anything you need don’t hesitate to call us”

“Thanks, boys” Namjoon walked out the mansion, hand still holding yours. He just let go for you to enter the car waiting outside.

You sat on the soft leather seat and waited for the man to join you. Your heart was pounding fast and your stomach was a mess. In your entire life, you’ve never been so nervous before, not even before your first mission as Blood Princess, not even after you killed your first victim. Nothing made you as nervous as the idea of going out with Namjoon as a couple.

The seat by your side sank and an arm wrapped your waist and pulled you to the side. The man kept hugging your waist sideways as the other hand held yours. Whoever saw you never imagined who you were, what you were, you just looked like a fancy couple in love.

Which was not entirely a lie.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight, Y/N” his velvety voice woke you up from your daydreaming, your eyes looking up to his. “I don’t know how long I can wait until I finally touch you the way you deserve” your eyes went immediately to the ground, the heat in your cheeks growing once again, and he laughed at your reaction, pulling you by your chin to look at him again. “You are my most precious thing right now. I could lose my gang, my houses, my cars, anything, as long as I have you, I’ll be happy” you smiled at him, pushing your body up so you could capture his lips.

Namjoon’s hands squeezed your waist and tight as soon as your lips touched his. He always got impressed of how fast his body would respond to you and your stimulus. You were no different, heat waves taking over your body, heart speeding at an incredible pace, hands electric, agitated, wanting to touch him everywhere they could.

The kiss heated up, the man’s strong grip bringing you to straddle his lap, sitting in one of his tights. The contact of the cold fabric of his paints against your already wet panty made you suck for air still into the kiss, a whiny moan leaving your lips afterward.

“Sweet Jesus, princess, you’re this turned on already?” the shit-eating grin he had on his face was making you even wetter. “Do you want to ride my thigh, princess? I can make you cum before we get on our destination” your eyes rolled when he grabbed your waist and made you rub on top of his thigh, lips holding together to not let a loud moan out. “I want words, princess. Tell me what you want” another rub and, this time, a moan left your mouth, making him twitch inside his clothes.

“Y-yes” the words barely came out, just a whisper.

“Yes what?” Namjoon forced you even further his thigh, made you contract your sex into nothing. What this man was doing to your sanity?

“Yes, boss” the smirk that appeared on the man’s lips was a mixture between horny and sadistic.

“Such a good princess, aren’t we?” his lips joined yours again, this time faster, rougher, hornier. The air in the car was dense and smelled like lust, like sex. “C’mon, play with my thigh” you weren’t sure if you were able to do it so, your legs shaky as jelly already. Never, in your entire life, you felt something like this. But you weren’t the one complaining. Completely the opposite actually.

You started to move your body slowly, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation. You pulled your panties to the side, leaving your clit exposed to the soft fabric of his pants, the friction increasing at the same proportion as the pleasure. You were sure he would have the mark of your nails on him even over the clothes he wore from how hard you held his shoulders, using them as support for your weak legs.

The knot in your stomach increased and you knew you were getting closer. You opened his shirt, leaving his muscular chest exposed for you. He left a loud grunt when you passed your nails through the skin, marking ever so slightly. His grunt was followed by your own moan, warning you that you were close to your high.

“Are you gonna cum, Y/N?” you nodded, biting your lower lip trying to hold the moans wanting to escape your throat. “No, baby. Don’t hold it, I want to hear you, I want you to scream my name. I want you to show me I was the man that made you feel like that” his words hit you like a truck and soon enough you were a moaning mess on top of him, holding on for dear life as your orgasm waved through your body. His large hands, helping you grind on him, overstimulating your bundle of nerves, making you almost scream his name. “There you go, princess. Such a good girl” he kissed you gently, so gently that it even felt like it was the same man that was kissing you seconds ago. “How do you feel?” his hands caressed your hair, putting the messed-up ones in place.

“So damn good” he laughed at you as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Joon”

“For what exactly?”

“For being the nicest man I’ve ever been with” you left his embrace to look at him in the eyes and you swore you saw galaxies on them.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. It’s the least I can do as your boyfriend”

“Am I your girlfriend? I don’t remember that” you teased the man, biting his nose. Namjoon always loved that duality on you, one minute you were this hot, merciless woman, and in the other, you were this cute and soft being.

“Not officially, but soon” you nodded at him and left his lap, sitting by his side again.

“Well, I’ll be waiting for that” the man left a little kiss on your lips and a few minutes after, the driver announced your arrival.

The restaurant was fancy and you could see a few other people spread through the place. The walls were covered in a dark red wallpaper with a few drawings that remembered you some pictures you saw from Italy in Papa Choi’s house. The lights were low, in a soft tone of yellow, giving the place this romantic and even sensual atmosphere. The furniture was all made of dark brown wood with black metal feet matching the chairs. Everything in that place felt coordinated and, together, gave an old French movie aura.

“Welcome back, Mr. Kim” a tall and very well dressed woman received you with a big smile on her face. “Your table is ready and soon our sommeliers will be taking your wine”.

“Thanks, Karen” the woman politely bowed to you two and left, Namjoon leading you to a more reserved booth in the back part of the restaurant.

“Do you come here often?” you asked as you followed the man. The fact that the woman knew exactly his table, welcomed him “back” and also knew his favorite wine made you wondered how many times he went there and how many times he took women there.

“I’m the owner, Y/N. Do you think I only make dirty money?” he questioned as he saw your confused look, making your cheeks go red by the assumption.

“I never thought of anything else” you grabbed the cup of, now served, red wine and took a sip.

“I’m not like him, Y/N. If I decide to give up of this life I can, I make my clean money as well”

“Why don’t you gave up yet then?” he looked into your eyes, his brown ones staring deeply into you.

“I like the thrill of it, the danger, the fun. Just being a restaurant owner is not the funniest job” he smiled at you, his thumb gently caressing your hand that laid on top of the table.

“But do you think there is something that, maybe, will make you stop?” your gaze never leaving his.

Your question was genuine, you weren’t thinking of you, but him. Namjoon was a young man full of life, with loads of experiences to live, adventures to make. He was pretty, rich, had his own business, he didn’t need that lifestyle. Of course, he said because the thrill of it, but was it worth it? Was all this danger worth it? The imminent death knocking on his shoulder every second was worth just because of boredom?

It was clear in your eyes - and the past few days - that you hated that life, and Namjoon couldn’t blame you, your story was much worse than his. You were a puppet on Papa’s gang while he was a protegee, a son to his previous Don.

“I do” his both hands grabbed yours, caressing the skin, his calluses tickling ever so gently your palm. “But, for now, I have a few things to do before leaving this life forever, ok?” you nodded, the childish smile on your lips.

By the curse of the days, the boss noticed your clear as crystal change. Your actions became softer, almost as a child’s one, you stopped training, barely going to the gym anymore. Started to spend even more time with the younger ones, doing little sleepovers. And even started to blush and mush anytime Namjoon would compliment or flirt with you.

The man even thought about hiring a psychiatrist to talk to you, but he thought it would be privacy invasion, so he let it aside. At least for a while.

“I trust you, Joon. More than I expected to. Gosh! You and the boys were the best thing that ever happened to me” he laughed at your way of saying it, throwing your hands in the air. “I l-” you were cut short by a loud crashing sound, making Namjoon jump in front of you to protect you.

You two looked to the front and two black cars had invaded the place, breaking windows and doors. The lady that welcomed you earlier was now laid unconscious in the ground, the pool of blood staining her dress shirt that once was white. You couldn’t help but leave a little gasp with the scene, you weren’t ready for that. Neither was the man with you.

“Well. Well. Well… What do we have here” the cracking voice you knew all so well sent shiver down your spine. You weren’t expecting to see the man so early. The small fat man appeared from behind his henchmen, his signature grey suit shining and the white flower adorning his pocket. “Namjoon, Namjoon, look like you already forgot one of the most important rules of this business” his eyes left the man’s face and landed on yours. “Y/N. My sweet little child. Do you realize you made a big, big mistake staying with him, don’t you?” the smile on his lips was wicked, almost hungry, completely psycho. “But since I am a good man. You know that. I’ll give you the chance to come back to me and prove yourself worthy. Of course, it will hurt a little bit, but trust me, it hurts me more to do that to you”.

“Don’t you dare to lay your hands on her” Namjoon screamed, pulling you even closer and behind him when the old man tried to take a few steps forward.

The younger one cursed himself for not bring his men with him that night. It was him, you and only one gun against more than ten men, all fully armed.

“Well. I’ll give her two options” the man in front of you spoke, his hands hiding in his pockets. The smug smile on his lips. You knew he was up to something. “You can come with me and we’ll leave Bangtan alive or you decide to betray me and I’ll make sure you all suffer before dying. Especially you, princess”.

“You won’t take, touch or do anything with her, Claire” Namjoon touched his weakness, now smugly smiling too.

“Claire is dead, Kim! He died long ago with the man you loved the most!” the small one screamed, his ears and neck red of anger, veins popping.

“He trusted you, Choi! He trusted you and you stabbed him behind his back!” now Namjoon was the one screaming, taking one step closer to the man. “Don Park trusted you and you robbed and killed him! If I’m the one forgetting a simple and stupid rule, you are the one forgetting the number one. Family first, Claire Park!” in a blink of an eye, Papa shot against the younger man. A high pitched scream left your mouth, tears leaving your eyes shamelessly.

It all happened to fast. Namjoon was laying on the ground, his eyes closed in pain, hands dirty with his own blood, trying to make the liquid to stop spilling. Your weak body was lifted easily from the ground and thrown over someone’s shoulder.

The pain in your heart was too much and each step took by the man, Namjoon was getting further away. Your vision became more and more blurry until you let go and fainted.

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