#i swear im going to answer the rest of the asks about my ocs soon i just havent really felt like a person these last few days

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stay with me | jjk

❝ maybe staying another night at your boyfriend’s isn’t such a bad idea ❞

[ PAIRING ] : jeon jungkook x reader

[ GENRE ] : established relationship au + smut and a smudge of fluff

[ WORD COUNT ] : 6k

[ WARNINGS ] : oral sex, some real good tongue technology on jungkook’s part, fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, creampie, LOTS AND LOTS of dirty talk, jk calls oc ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’ way too many times, oc worried that her bf is going to get tired of her, some mentions of anxiety, jk is the sweetest bf and even sweeter at sex, there is barely any plot and just a lot of sex im so sorry 

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] : i'm on my period and i got horny and then this happened

masterlist | wattpad cross post | ao3 cross post

“No.”

Jungkook shuffles behind you, the bed moaning. “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”

You shake your head, failing to suppress your smile as you slip on your thong. However, it does little to hide you from him. Glancing at the mirror, you see him shamelessly stare at your ass, licking his lips before he meets your gaze through the glass with a boyish grin.

You turn around to face him. “You’re going to ask me to stay.”

Jungkook hums, eyes dancing across your bare skin, darkening. Heat rushes to your cheeks as he admires you, confidence swelling in your chest and you take a moment to admire him. He sits at the edge of the bed, naked and yours, white, silk sheets pooled around his lower abdomen.

Your eyes trace over his rigid muscles, and your fingers itch to touch him. Even under the dim light, he is beautiful with his dishevelled hair and swollen lips. You finally meet his gaze and swear your knees almost give out. Heat pools in your stomach when you see the hunger in his gaze, breath hitching in your throat. Your thighs press together reflexively and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Wrong.” Jungkook pulls you at you until you're straddling him. He cranes his neck to press butterfly kisses along your jaw. “I was going to ask you to not leave.”

“Baby.” You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. “That means the same thing.”

“Don't care,” he hums, pressing a firm kiss against your lips. “Don’t go.”

His plea tugs at the strings of your heart. It’s hard to say deny him. It’s especially hard to deny him with his dick hard, prodding against your thigh and his lips coercing you to stay cocooned under the sheets with him. However, the anxiety that builds in your chest is overwhelming and the thoughts that kept you up the night before still linger.

“Jungkook.”

“Unless you’re telling me you're staying, I don’t want to hear it.”

You giggle, leaning down for a sweet kiss. Minutes pass by before you pull away with a burn in your lungs and clouded mind. He chases after your lips, but you tilt your head for his lips to press against the corner of your lips, to his reluctance.

“Baby,” you start, “I need to go home and get new clothes. I’ve spent the entire weekend here and now I have nothing to wear.”

“I like you naked, anyway.” He grins as you slap his chest, failing to bite back your smile. “You can wear my clothes.”

“I have no underwear left.”

“I have a laundry machine.” He traces every curve of your spine, sending shivers down your back. “You’ll have clean clothes tomorrow.”

You brush the long strands of his hair from of his face. “I could grab some new clothes and come back tomorrow.”

“It’s going to be dark soon,” he reasons, unhooking your bra with two fingers and you cock a brow. “Leave in the morning — after breakfast. Dangerous people come out at night, y’know? I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“You would’ve won me over with that one if you didn’t unhook my bra,” you remark, pinning him with a look.

“Really? Wait, lemme redo that—!” You let out a heartfelt laugh, throwing your head back and he grins. “Seriously, don't go. I don’t want you walking outside late at night.”

“The sun’s only about to set, I can get home before it gets too dark.”

Jungkook’s brows pinch together, lips curling downwards. “You’re trying so hard to leave. Why?”

Your heart misses a beat and you pray he doesn’t notice the hesitation in your eyes as anxiety swells in your chest. Your worries flood your mind as a reminder as why you must leave.

“You're going to get sick of me if I don't give you some space.”

“I could never get sick of you,” he retorts, holding you closer with a shake of his head. “And I don't need space from you. Wanna keep you in my arms forever.”

Your gaze softens on him and his cheeks are coloured pink. “Kook.”

“I don’t want you to leave — not tonight.” He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat. “Want you to stay with me.”

You indulge in the idea; one more night. You could stay one more night. You could. However, the fear in your chest does not allow for it. You’re scared — worried if he spends every waking moment with you he’ll soon get tired of you. Perhaps it’s a stupid thought considering you’ve been dating for over a year now, but the dread still lingers. No matter how much you reason with it, it haunts your thoughts — keeps you awake in the middle of the night even as he rests in your embrace.

He drags you from your reverie, pressing a kiss against the sweet spot under your ear and you let him have his way for now.

“Don’t go,” he says again in a whisper, pleading with his eyes. “Please. I want you to stay.”

Before you can answer he leans down to press his lips against yours. His lips meld with your own in a fervent kiss, his hand trailing down your body and tracing the curve of your ass, as he presses himself against your core. You roll your hips against him as the kiss becomes more sloppy and desperate with every press of him against you. Waves of pleasure shoot down to your core, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jungkook,” you moan.

His lips trail down the underside of your jaw, pressing a wet kiss against your pulse. A coil of desire begins to tighten at every nudge of his shaft against your nerves, nails digging into the skin on his back in response.

“Ngh — Jungkook, please,” you urge as presses his hips against yours, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.

“Please, what, baby,” he hums, smirking against your skin. “Use your words.”

“Touch me. Please, ah,” you moan, throwing your head back against the pillow. “Need you to touch me.”

He throws your unhooked bra to the side. Bringing a hand to wrap around your breast, he squeezes it adoring how soft and pliant you are under his touch. You arch your back as his tongue flicks against your perked nipple.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his warm breath fanning across the pebbled bud on your breast. “Thought you had to go, hm?”

“Jungkook—!”

“I won’t stop until I’m satisfied,” he says, hoarse, searching your eyes for an answer. “I won’t let you go until you’re begging me to stop. Do you want that?” He rolls grinds his cock against your core, groaning. “Won't stop ’til I feel your hot, tight pussy milk me for every last drop. Ah, wanna feel you fall apart on my cock, see you all pretty and full of my cum, hear you beg for more and more until you break.”

You gasp at his vulgar words, the hot, white coil tightening in your stomach. You wish so badly for him to be inside of you when you clench around nothing. His lips wrap around your perked nipple, licking and biting you, eliciting the sweetest of moans from your lips as his tongue swirls around your bud.

Your thread your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands at the nape of his neck how he likes it. He moans against you as you continue to experimentally roll your hips against him, desperate for some friction — for him.

“Do you want that, too, baby?” He asks, leaving a trail of kisses up the valley between your breasts. “Means you can’t go home though. You’ll miss your train if you let me do the things I want.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to get tired of seeing me every day?”

You try to laugh, but your voice comes out strained and full of worry. It doesn't sound like a joke as you hoped, voice shaking as you ask your question. Your heart thunders in your chest and you wonder if he can hear it.

Jungkook stills, his lips brushing against your collarbone. He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed and eyes full of confusion.

“You think I’m getting tired of you?”

You look away from his piercing gaze and he doesn’t like it. Taking your face in his hands, he urges you to meet his eyes and you find yourself meeting his concerned gaze.

“Talk to me,” he says, softly.

You take a deep breath, eyes flickering to your hands resting against his chest. Mustering the courage to open up, you meet his gaze again as he patiently waits for your response, a thumb rubbing soothingly against the soft skin of your cheek.

“I—I’m scared that you're going to realize I’m not as great as you think I am,” you begin softly, voice shaking. “I’m worried if you spend too much time with me you'll get sick of me. I’m scared you’re going to get tired of me and leave me.” You pause, noticing the bewildered expression on his face. “I wanted to leave so I could give you space in case you wanted it. I didn’t — I don’t want to suffocate you.”

He’s silent for a long moment and you know it’s because he’s collecting his thoughts. However, a part of you still worries. You worry it's because he realizes he has grown tired of your presence. You worry he realizes that you have too much emotional baggage and doesn’t want to deal with it. You worry because you have a hard time accepting someone’s love.

“I haven’t done a good job at being your boyfriend,” he starts and your eyes widen, “if you’re thinking I’m going to get sick of you.”

“No,” you reply immediately, cupping his face. “It's not you. It’s my insecurities — my anxiety. You’re more than perfect. You say and do all the right things, Kook. I just… I’m scared one day you’re going to get tired of me — tired of constantly reassuring me, sick of having me around all the time and clinging to you.”

You’ve talked to Jungkook about it before. He knows about the thoughts that keep you up at night — the worries that gnaw at you until you’re in tears. He knows and he stays. He tries to help you in every way he possibly can. He holds you when you need it, whispers reassuring words, comforts you no matter when or where. He’s there for you in every possible way because he loves you.

But sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you — especially when it comes to him.

“Baby,” he starts and it’s hard to meet his eyes, “I will never get tired of you. I will never get sick of you.”

“You don’t know that—!”

He cuts you off, “But I do. I know because I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever will. Every moment you’re not with me all I want is you. All I can ever think about is you. You drive me crazy and you don’t even know it. All I ever want is you beside me, in my arms, in my house with me. I always want you right beside me — right where you belong.” A pause. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you, too.” Your response is almost immediate and he smiles, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“Do you know how much I love your laugh?” You’re silent. “Do you know how much I love making you smile; how much I love waking up beside you and falling asleep with you in my arms. How much I adore your victory dances when you win games and your snoring—!”

“Hey!” You complain, but there’s a smile curling on your lips to match his.

“I love you so much — every single part of you — I couldn’t possibly ever get sick you. I love you so much I don't ever want to let you go.”

Hesitantly, you look at him and let the sincerity of his words sink in. His eyes are full of adoration for you and your heart is enveloped by a sudden warmth only he can elicit in you. Lifting your hand between your bodies and extend your pink finger to him.

“Promise?”

He doesn't hesitate to wrap his small finger around yours before sealing the promise with a sweet kiss. “Promise.”

“Okay,” you say, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I wasn’t being too clingy this weekend? I wasn’t bothering you or being annoish—!”

“I’m going to stop you before you say more things I don’t like.” He smothers your face in his hands, eyes narrowed. “Remember, I wanted you here this weekend, too. And I want you to spend another night because I love you and I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“Okay,” you murmur, shyly. “I’ll stay the night.”

“Good. I want my pretty girl beside me,” he chuckles under his breath, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. You notice his eyes grow softer, an emotion you cannot decipher hidden behind the awestruck in his eyes that leaves butterflies in its wake. “Move in with me.”

You blink. “What?”

“I—!" His eyes are wide as if he didn’t expect himself to say the word himself. His eyes flicker downwards before they meet yours again with purpose. “I want you to move in with me.” A deep breath. “My apartments too big for just one person and I miss you whenever you’re gone. You spend more time here than you do at your own place anyway. Move in with me.”

You search eyes and all you're met with is sincerity. “Are you sure?”

“Yea,” his smile is soft but it makes your heart swell. “Yea, I'm sure. I’m tired of waking up every morning and not having you beside me.”

“Moving in?” You ask, uncertainly.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. And you don’t have to give me an answer tonight or tomorrow. I want you to think about it and if you’re not ready, that’s okay because I’ll wait for you. You’re worth the wait.”

“Kook—!"

“I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, ___.” Your eyes widen at the declaration and his cheeks are coloured pink despite the bright smile on his lips. “I know we’re not there yet, but I want you every single day for the rest of my life. So while I wait for you to be my wife, I want to move in with you.”

Jungkook momentarily stills before he realizes the soft pressure against his lips is your own, smiling into the kiss as he closes his eyes. He kisses you tenderly and sweet, but there is desperation behind them. You’ve kissed Jungkook thousands of times but he still makes your head dizzy as he slips his tongue between the seams of your lips. You’re not sure how long you stay like that, your fingers tangled in his hair and his own pulling you closer towards him.

He pulls back first, a string of saliva connecting you before he places another firm kiss against your lips. “Was that a yes?”

“Yea,” you breathe, grinning. “Yea, it was.”

He flips you onto the bed with practiced ease, your back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you. You giggle as he places butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulder.

“I love you so much,” he breathes, face hidden in the crook of your neck. “My pretty, pretty girl.”

“Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“I want to cum.”

He laughs, pulling away. “Shameless, too.”

He leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he’s a hair's breadth from your cunt. His fingers brush against your closed slit, arousal leaking through the flimsy material as he presses against your core. Your breathing becomes erratic when he presses a kiss against your clothed lips.

“Baby — fuck.” Your eyes roll back as he drags his tongue to your clit, the friction from the fabric on your nerves driving you crazy. “St-stop, agh, teasing.”

“You’re not in the position to make rules, baby,” he says, rubbing against your clothed clit. “I’m going to take my time with you — have you begging for me to taste your cunt. And when you do, I’ll use my tongue to lick every little drop of sweetness from your pussy. Make you come on my mouth over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

You whine, “Please.”

He teases you, moving your underwear aside just enough to lick a long stripe from your pussy to your clit. Groaning, he meets your eyes as your underwear slides back in place.

“You taste so good, baby,” he purrs, pressing a kiss against your thigh. “And you're so fucking wet. Bet I could slide right into you.” His fingers are back on you, brushing against your clit but not enough to do anything. “You want me, baby?”

Your arch your back in response to his next ministration. “Yes.”

His touch is gone just like that and you whine, brows furrowed in frustration. He snaps the waistband of your thong against your skin with a smirk.

“Beg.”

“Jungkook—!”

You’re about to complain, but he cuts you off. “Beg or I’ll fuck myself using that pretty mouth and leave you dry. Tell me, baby, how bad do you want me?”

“Please, baby, I need you.” Your hooded eyes meet his heated gaze. “Need your fingers, mouth, cock — you. I need you so bad. Wanna feel you so bad, please.”

“Could be better,” he muses before he presses a kiss against your clothed core. “But I’m impatient.” He taps your hips. “Up.”

Helping you out of your underwear, he brings his face towards your core, blowing against your opening. His nose brushes against your thigh as he places another kiss against the soft skin, hooking your legs over his shoulder.

“You’re soaking and I’ve barely touched you.”

You hum, contentedly when his tongue brushes against your slit. “All for you.”

“My pretty girl,” he rasps, nose brushing against clit. “So wet and needy for me.”

Before you can complain again you feel his hot, wet tongue press harshly against your lips before he drags it up to your clit. He swirls the rosy muscle on your clit, teasingly until your moaning and breathless. Without warning, his lips envelop around your throbbing bud, sucking in full force you scream his name as your hips buck. Warm hands hold your waist down as he hums, tongue licking against your entrance again. For a moment he dips inside you, moaning at the taste of your sweetness before going back to suck at your clit the way you love it and you see stars behind your lids.

He repeats the motion over and over, swirling his warm tongue around your swollen bud and sucking it in a way that has you forgetting your own name. Against your slick lips, he whispers praises, before he slips two fingers into your warm cavern and curling his fingers inside you.

“O-oh, fuck—!” you gasp, fingers tangled in his hair. “Don — mmngh — don’t stop, ngh.”

“Gotchu,” he grins when he finds your sweet spot. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“S-so good.” Your nails scrape against his scalp and he emits a low groan. “So fucking good, fuck.”

His fingers continue their onslaught at a new pace, brushing roughly against the spot that leaves you breathless. His lips are back on your clit like a hot suction and you scream out from the overwhelming pleasure.

“So fucking tight,” he muses, pressing a kiss against your bud. “Your pretty cunt's taking my fingers so well, baby. You sound so pretty while I fuck you with my fingers, but you sound prettier when you cum, you know that?”

Your head is spinning from euphoria, ecstasy and the lack of oxygen, but it doesn't matter — not when he's bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Mngh — J-Jungkook!” He sets a new violent pace that leaves you overwhelmed as he hits your sweet spot. His name falling out your lips like a broken record while he licks at your juices, groaning against your cunt when you fist his hair and pull him closer to you. An electrifying coil in your lower abdomen tightens, building further when his ministrations bring you closer and closer to your peak. You clench around his fingers, bucking your hips further into his hand, whimpering as you say, “God, yes — ngh, fuck. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me.”

Euphoric pleasure slowly, yet surely floods through your body, his lips enveloped around your sensitive bud as he curls his fingers against your soft spot. With one last flick of his tongue, you fall off the euphoric cliff as he laps at your juices. He presses harsh, but sure circles against your clit with his thumb as you ride out your orgasm. Your hip spams, thighs trembling as he coaxes you through an indescribable, mind-blowing release that leaves your vision white.

His lips don’t leave your nether regions, wincing at the oversensitivity. You tug at his strands of hair but he shakes his head.

“Not done with you yet,” he whispers, licking the fruits of his efforts once his fingers slip out of your dripping cunt. “Wanna have you crying my name. Wanna show you how much I love you. Will you let me?”

You lift your head from the pillow, leaning on your elbows as you sit up. He holds your stare, smirking before he flattens his tongue and drags it up your slit to your sensitive bud and you shudder. His grip on your thighs tightens to keep you in place before he lowers his head between your thighs, the hot suction back on your clit.

“Agh, Kookie.” You throw your head back, chest heaving. “I’m too—” Gasp. “—sensitive.”

“You can take it.” A kiss against your nether lips. “Wanna show you how much I want you — how much I love the taste of you. I’m not letting you go until you’re begging me to stop. You up for that? Want me to remind you how good I can make you feel?” He dips his tongue back in you and you hiss. “Can you be my pretty, little slut, baby, hm? You wanna make me happy, don’t you?”

“Y-yea.”

You feel him smile against your thigh. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“That’s right.” A rewarding stroke his tongue. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Will you let me play with this pretty cunt, baby?”

He watches you with hunger in his eyes and the desire to have him use you as he pleases to seek his own pleasure overcomes you.

He brushes his tongue against your swollen nub, and you gasp, “Yes.”

“Pretty girl,” he hums and you’re immediately wrapped around his finger. “Do you want to be my perfect little slut?” You nod, meeting his heated gaze, a wolfish grin curling on his lips. “You're too good to me, you know that, baby?” He teases his tongue around your entrance, eliciting a whine from you. “My pretty girl.” Lips wrap around your clit and you scream, body falling limp against his sheets. “My perfect, little slut.”

And with that his tongue is on you, violently bringing you to another release. You are oxygen and he is a man deprived, burying himself deeper in your cunt. A growl emits from the back of his throat as you thread your fingers through his hair, your winces from oversensitivity shifting to moans of pleasure. He finds home between your thighs, reluctant to leave as he licks at every drop of sweetness you grant him. Jungkook brings you to release over and over until your tears stream down your face and you find it hard to take the pressure of his tongue against your overly-sensitive nerves.

With one last wave of pleasure washing over you, he pulls away. His cheeks are coated with a warm fuchsia, lips parted as he looks at your cunt with a predatory gaze. From his nose to his chin, he is covered in a sheen of your juices, eyes blown out as they meet your own.

He adores your fucked out expression, your chest heaving while you catch your breath. His tongue swipes at the remnants of your release on his swollen lips, the back of his hand wiping the excess off his chin before he leans down to catch you in a short kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes search yours for any sign that you want to stop, but he finds nothing.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “How are you feeling?”

“You told me you would make me pretty and full of your cum.” His gaze hardens on you, dark eyes trained on your own. “‘M not full of your cum yet. Can you fix that?”

“Such a greedy slut.” A smile grows on his lips as he leans down to your neck, nipping at the skin. “I made you come on my mouth so many times, but you still want more. Greedy, needy slut.”

“For you.” You wrap your legs around his waist as you grind yourself against his dick. “Only for you.”

He groans, hips rolling in rhythm with yours. “You like being my slut?”

“I like being yours.”

He stills for all of a second before he breaks out into a grin, laughing as he presses a kiss against your lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pulls his lips back on yours. As he leans towards you, his shaft presses against your folds. You’re barely able to focus on the kissing as you lose yourself in the overwhelming sensation as he grinds against you, coating his length with your juices.

A knot forms in your lower abdomen like a hot, tight coil wanting to snap. You can already feel yourself get needy at the feeling of his length against your folds, but before you can act upon it—!

“Tsk.” Jungkook clicks his tongue against his teeth as he catches you trying to slip his cock past your folds. “You want my cock?”

“Mhm,” you hum in a daze, eyes lazily meeting his. “Want you inside me.”

“It’s not going to be that easy, baby.” You furrow your eyes at that, mouth opening in protest. “Beg for it. Tell me how badly you want to be fucked by my cock.”

You frown. “That’s not happening—!”

There’s a teasing pressure against your pussy that makes you gasp, eyes rolling back as your mouth hangs open. A soft whimper escapes from you as he adjusts his cock to rub against you, mixing his pre-cum with your juices.

“What was that?” He asks, smirking and you glare at him through your lashes. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I can give you everything you want if you just—” he leans down until his lips brush against your ear, his finger grazing over your sensitive clit and you hiss, pushing your hips against his hands for more, “—beg.”

Again, you ignore his request but more so because he aligns his cock to prod against your cunt and you cannot focus on anything but your need to have him buried in you. You can feel the sudden weight in the pit of your stomach as you lick your lips.

“So hungry for my cock,” he grunts. “You want something to fill you up so good you forget your name, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you cry at the lack of attention on your sex. “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks, lips curling because he knows he has you exactly where he wants. “Words.”

“Please fuck me,” you give in, frustrated as your walls clench around nothing. You’re hungry for more — body craving more of what he’s willing to offer; of the undeniable pleasure he would provide if you just gave in. “God, I want your cock — need it. Need you to fill me up, need you to fuck me — nngh!” You moan, body going rigid against his as his head rubs against your swollen bud, fingers tweaking at your perked nipples. “Want you so bad, baby. Wanna be your perfect, little slut so bad. Have me however you want, I don’t care — do whatever you want to me. I don’t fucking care.” You grind yourself against him, chest heaving as the desire for him to fill you up becomes desperate. “Just fuck me, baby, please.”

“That’s my girl.” He rewards you with a kiss. “I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fill you up with my cock. Gonna bury my cock deep inside your slick cunt. Gonna stretch out your walls so good no other cock will be good enough for you — no other cock could ever fill you up like mine. No one will fuck you better than me.”

“That’s right, baby,” you urge. “Make me yours.”

Painfully, slow he slips his cock into your warm cunt, groaning. He’s big, in both length and grith, causing a slight burn accompanied by an abundance of pleasure. Moans fill the room as he fills you up to the brim, inch by inch until he no longer can. Your hot, slick walls clench around him and he groans, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Stop that,” he growls, brows furrowed in concentration. “You’re so fucking tight, ah. If keep you do that I’m going to fucking blow my load.”

“Do your worst, baby,” you say, eyes hazy. “I want you to ruin me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, unsheathing himself from your cunt until the tip is nestled an inch within your entrance and then slams himself back into you. A lewd moan erupts from both of you as the stars decorate your vision. You arch your back, pressing your chest against his, eyes rolling back every time he sinks back into you. With each thrust and roll of your hips, he rubs himself against the spot that leaves ecstasy rushing through your veins.

“You’re so, agh, hot like this.” You can feel the pressure build in your stomach, the coil tightening with every brush of him against your sweet spot. “So hungry for my cock.”

“Feel so good in me,” you moan, watching as his dick slips in and out of your cunt. “Fill me up, ah, so good. Fuck, take what’s yours, baby.”

He visibly shudders at that before latching his lips on your perked nipple. His tongue laps around the perked bud on your breast, spare hand coming to knead the other before he swaps breasts.

You groan, dragging your nails down his back, sure to leave a mark. “Oh, fuck.”

Your eyes roll back as the head of his cock brushes roughly against the spot that has you seeing stars. He has your toes curling, his name coming out like a mantra as he ravishes your body, moaning into your neck. A knot of pleasure tightens, burning like a hot coil and he knows with the way you pulse around his dick that you’re so, very close.

You can taste the bits of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, but it’s still not enough. You need so much more and he hears it in your pleas.

“Puh—please,” you breathe as you feel him press his lips against your pulse. “Hard—oh, my God.” You barely get the words out of your mouth before he’s ploughing into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. “Ngh, like that, fuck. S-so good, baby. Feels so good.”

“Yeah,” he groans, biting your neck. “So good to me, fuck. Such a good fucking girl.” At that, you squeeze around him and he lets out another lewd moan. “You gonna cum?”

All you manage is a nod and a sharp breath of air. His hand slithers down your body to find your clit and he presses against it harshly, eliciting a hiss from you. It’s oversensitive from the multiple times he made you cum on his tongue, but he doesn’t care because he knows you love it. He’s quick to rub circles around the bud and smirks to himself at your vocal response.

“Don’t — ah — stop.” You feel the coil burn more, pleasure building in your body like rapid fire. So fucking close to your next release, even as the sensitive bud stings. “Gonna — ah — gonna cum.”

His lips are eager for yours, pressing against them in a searing, hot kiss as he tries to coax the orgasm from you with his sinful lips. You can taste yourself on him and hum. His release threatens to unravel before him, but he fights against it so he can feel you wrap around his cock when you cum. He lifts himself off you to admire the blissful look on your face as you slowly become undone before him.

“Pretty girl — ngh,” he whispers, hot breath fanning over your cheeks and you whimper. “All mine. Come — ah — for me, hm? Come all over my cock, baby.”

Sweat drips down both your bodies, your walls clenching around him as he fucks you hard. Every thrust leaves his head nudging against your sweet spot, clouding your vision white. A fire builds within you again, leaving you to gasp for air between every moan.

“Kook, I — ah, I can’t come—” Moan. “I can’t come again.”

Softly rubbing against your clit, he presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good slut for me, tonight, baby. You can do it. Come around my cock for me.”

And with his words and one last thrust, the burning coil snaps, pleasure rushing through your body in euphoric waves. Your veins flood with ecstasy and he soon follows, his seed coating your walls. Overwhelming pleasure unravels within you both like a wildfire, spreading across your bodies as he continues his pace to ride out your highs. His lips find yours once again, pressing a lazy kiss against yours as you both ride out the last remnants of your orgasms.

Once he’s caught his breath, he slowly slips out of you, lifting himself to admire the way his seed spills out of your pretty cunt. You feel his cum spill out your cunt, down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he says aloud and your lips curl into a tired smile. “So dirty and full of my cum.”

He leaves the bed, heading towards the washroom to grab a warm cloth and you lay there, tired. Exhaustion seeps itself into your bones, lids heavy as they flutter shut. You don’t hear Jungkook return, but rather feel him when a warm cloth brushes against your swollen pussy, cleaning you up. He’s swift to clean you up the best he could before attending to himself and putting the rag away. Maneuvering over you, he brings the blanket over your bodies, nudging you to lay beside him.

“You were so good, baby,” he whispers as he pulls you closer towards him. “Always so good for me.”

“Mhm.”

He chuckles. “Are you tired?”

“Yea.” You nuzzle against his chest finding comfort in listening to his heartbeat. “I honestly could’ve knocked out after that first orgasm.”

He laughs, pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead. “Sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“We do?” You furrow your brows. “Why? What’s tomorrow?”

“I’m gonna help you pack your boxes so you can move in by the end of the week.” You laugh along with him, throwing a leg over his own as you get comfortable. “Are you sure? You really ready to move in?”

Unable to hide your smile, you press a chaste kiss to his chest. “Yea, I’m sure.”

"You’ll be stuck with me for a long time,” he hums, exhaustion washing over him. “I won’t be letting you go for a while.”

"You better not.” Your smile quickly turns to a frown when you finally notice. “Jungkook?”

“Yea.”

“I'm hungry.”

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[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

Could you write a reunion fic as a sequel to the Heisenberg 'alone time' that you wrote? While smut would be wonderful, I'd just be grateful for apologetic Karl forced to be humble for once in his life.

(Also im DYING to know what he did, did OC/Reader discover his Soldats or about Rose? Im so curious and itching for more)

Your writing is awesome and I hope to get to read more Heisenberg goodness from you!

A/N: Thanks so much and I'm glad you guys are enjoying what I'm writing, sorry if it took so long and I'll be happy to answer more asks (including angst and fluff) for RE8. Sorry if this is so damn long but hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. Also decided to make it gender neutral as I didn't want anyone to be left out.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, The reader riding Karl, The reader not afraid to talk back to Karl, Stitching, Cursing/Inappropriate Language, Oral, Kissing, Arguing, power bottom' Karl, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Fluff, and nearly 8000 words.

It's been far too long since you have seen that man and you hoped not to see him for as long as you both may live, for a time you thought it was just 2 people with different paths that force them apart but in a way you couldn't be more wrong. You understood and still understand his need to get rid of his troubling and frankly corrupt family, you both shared a dream to run away from the Village and to live somewhere with beautiful sights. To have some form of happiness even if it doesn't last, sure normal life may seem boring but it's all that you both wanted, happiness away from reminders of Miranda and the rest of his seemingly fucked up family. But what it took to for him to get it, his plan that he seemingly thought was so brilliant only made you boil with rage and painful reminders of your past is brought from the dark corners of your memories and into the light of your mind. Children. They're so innocent, good, and pure ... they bring out everything in people, children are something that you hold near and dear to your heart. Children are everything that the world isn't, at least until they're forced to grow up and deal with the cruelty of the world. This wasn't the first time that you had disagreed or fought with Karl in your mind, but what really caused you to boil over was his plans.

A heavy huff slips from your lips as your heavy steps full of anger echoed throughout the factory, your hands are balled into tight fists and your fingers trembled along with your body, you just couldn't fucking take it. You weren't going to stand by and turn a blind eye to sacrificing an innocent child for your happiness, you weren't going to and Karl as usual tried to convince you into it. Make it seem like it'll be worth it in the end. He's stomping after you, following after you like a dog and you can hear him desperately trying to get you to stay, you keep your eyes forward and keep making your way towards the exit. Just as the door is in sight, he reaches out to grab your wrist causing you to gasp before trying to pull out of his grasp, he pulls you firmly towards him and makes you meet his eyes. His green eyes are clouded with ... desperation, they're soft and vulnerable but it didn't phase you. Not one bit. "Come on, (Y/N) ... you know that I'd do anything for you. ... You know I love you ... that's why I have to do this, kitten. You have to fucking understand ...!" He pleads with you, you turn away from his face, that bitter taste still remains on your tongue and his words fall deaf to your ears. "You don't understand! You don't understand at all! You're in your own fucking bubble ...! I can't do this! I can't live with the fact that the man I'm in love with is willing to sacrifice an innocent child for a chance at happiness." You growl at him, your words are breathless and harsh and it stings like poison to his soul, his expression begins to slowly fade into resentment. A look you had never seen before, especially towards you. "Listen to me! ... The fruits of our labor shall come ... but it all comes with a little sacrifice." He barks, his grip on your wrist slightly tightening with his anger rising as he tries to plead with you, get you to understand but you could care less. "Then I don't want to share that kind of happiness or freedom with you at all ...!" You bark back, your words are dripping in poison and there isn't much care behind them, a huff leaves your nostrils and you once again try to get out of his painfully tight grasp but he wants you to hear him. Fuck. "I thought ... fuck ... I thought you fucking loved me. All those nights, all those late-night talks, the passionate love we made ... I guess it meant fuck-all to you, huh? I guess you never gave a fuck about me ... I wanted you to ... I wanted you to understand." Karl seethes, his words are in a low growl and his green eyes are clouded with bubbling rage and fury. Fuck.

"I did love you, Karl. I still do but you have to leave or do something, I don't fuckin' know but there should be a limit to the price you're willing to pay for a chance at freedom. ... I'm not willing to. This ... this brings back too many painful memories, I would never let myself live if I let her die." You almost sob, your anger that was once boiling and alive was now being put out by the melancholy that rested deep within your soul. That baby reminds you so much of ... your history. You never told him about your past and the trauma you somewhat suffer from it that makes you long and ache for freedom. But now wasn't the time. At all. "I can't do that ...! You know I can't ...! You can't leave me, (Y/N) ...!" He shouts at you, desperately clinging to his relationship that is burning, crumbling right in front of his very eyes, he's trying so hard to save it but the thought quickly floods in what if he can't save what you have? His jaw clenches and his throat begins to tighten, breaths become hard to even get out and you can hear his low growl of rage and sorrow echo through your ears. Your throat had tightened the moment he reached out for your hand and now the tears were swelling in your eyes, leaving them uncontrollably. "I love you, Karl. But this is the end of us. The end of our story together." You managed to choke out as his expression softens yet he's stiff, a frown is plastered on his lips, and doesn't seem like it's leaving anytime soon. Regrets plague his mind, "I regret ever opening up to you. Fuck, I never should've let you into my life especially if you were gonna fuck me over and leave me alone." He thinks to himself and immediately lets go of your wrist, he forces on a blank expression and forces his tears to be hidden away, he pushes away his heartache and goes back to the only way he knows how to not fall apart, to not lose himself and to become weak.

"I never wanna see your fuckin' face again. Leave. Don't even think of coming back. You fuckin' ... you fuckin' hurt me ..." He grunts and growls at you, even lightly pushing you towards the door before turning his back on you as he crosses his arms. Fuck. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused." You manage to say in a whisper, wiping away your tears and sniffling to yourself before leaving out that door and never looking back, it was hard leaving him behind to wallow and experience his pain alone that you caused. But you stand by your choice that you couldn't stay if he had to use Rose for his plans. Still, he plagued your dreams, still had nightmares about that man, about losing him in so many graphic ways. You tried to live your life, going to work and just trying to find a way to live without seeing Karl ever again at least you thought. You never forgot him. It was around 2 in the morning and you managed to sleep for just a few minutes until your phone rang obnoxiously loud, ringing and vibrating against your nightstand. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and an annoyed groan left your lips before you picked up your phone, though you had lost his number you knew it was in that village and it meant that he was the only one calling you. You almost want to toss your phone across the room, a familiar bitter taste begins to coat your tongue and you slowly take in a breath staring at the phone in your hand. "God fucking damn it." You curse bitterly, regretfully pressing the answer button on your phone, scratching at your head you answer with a bitter and low "hello" that is answered with heavy ragged breaths. Coughing soon follows after and echoes through the phone. "What the he-" You begin to ask before you're interrupted by his sudden cursing and rage-filled words. "Stupid fucking Ethan Winters ... the bastard ... couldn't even ... finish the job ..." He coughs into the phone, blood pools in his gut, fuck he was ruining one of his favorite shirts and an empty swallowing pain aches through his stomach. But he barely cared.

"The fuck are you rambling about, Karl ...?" You ask harshly, standing up on your feet as you press the phone to your ear, waiting for an explanation. "Oh, fuck off! You wouldn't understand ...! Or care!" He howls back before you can hear him cough once again before a wince soon slips from his parted lips, an agitated expression twists onto your face. "You must've thought I would care if you thought to fuckin' call me. Tell me what's up or I swear I'll fucking hang up." You bark at him, clenching your fists tightly as heavy ragged breaths left your body in the presence of your anger. " ... If you do give a damn ... then your ex is bleeding the fuck out in his factory ... with no knowledge of medicine and shit." He coughs out, he presses his hand firmly onto his large wound, fuck was he in bad shape and Ethan Winters had fucked him up but like a coward left him alive. "I might be there. Keep pressure on the wound and try not to die, dickhead." You huff in a ragged breath before hanging up quickly, in a way you thought it was karma for him wanting to use a baby and possibly murder a baby to get rid of his toxic and frankly not real family.

You sit back down onto your bed with a heavy sigh leaving your lips and a question on your mind. Was it gonna be worth it? He could be trying to trick you, you thought to yourself and really questioned if you should drive there and help him supposedly. As much as you wanted to be bitter, to hold onto that resentment but your heart and soul ached to see that filthy man, it called out to him desperately. Your heart sang to see him, to hear him despite your mind's warnings and reasonable viewing of the situation. Like a dumbass, you listened to your heart and began to get dressed, you threw on some old coat and a pair of washed-up skinny jeans, you grabbed a med-kit and some stitches and quickly rush to drive to the hidden and eerie village. With your foot pressed hard on the gas pedal, you kept wishing and praying that he'd be fine, that the waste of gas and the risk of being pulled over by cops worth it. When you finally make it to the factory, it's grim and dark and seemingly stopped working, the smoke that came from the factory is gone, the noise and the racket that his factory produced every second. You quickly get out of your car, medkit, and tools in your arms as you enter, you can hear his heavy strained breaths echoing through the factory that is now seemingly dead. Lifeless. A series of coughs leave his lips as he sits slumped up against the side of his bed, his blood drips and oozes off his hand, covering his stomach wound as the pain just continued, it still ached and stung like salt on an exposed wound. His head is dizzy with a haze over him, fuck was his head aching like a motherfucker and everything on his body ached and cried out in pain. "Karl ...?!" He hears you shout desperately searching for the man, he could hear the distress in your voice, the panic that came in your hurried and seemingly quick steps. "I-I'm h-here ..." He weakly responds in a low whisper, blood begins to coat his tongue and the unfamiliar taste of iron rests upon his tongue. You hear his cry weakly and you quickly rush to his bedroom, heavy breaths leave your lips in your pursuit to find Karl before he bleeds out or chokes on his own blood. What an idiot ...

He's in seemingly worse shape than when you left, his lips are beginning to become tainted with his own blood, many small wounds were all over him but the most concerning was the one on his stomach. He's coughing and trying to take in oxygen, trying to taste something other than iron on his stomach and he turns to find you, standing there before him. Damn. He forces on a wide toothy grin when he meets your gaze, damn he could feel the tension and could see that dark haze in your eyes, full of disappointment and resentment. "So we f-fuckin' meet again, huh?" Karl coughs out as a short series of chuckles soon follow after, he's trying to keep what little pride he had intact. He couldn't be seen as weak after you broke him, you left him in pieces and chose to leave him because of some stupid sacrifices he had to make in pursuit of the happiness and freedom you deserved. "So we do, asshole ... let me guess, the plan that you were so persistent on working didn't fucking work ... what happened to never come back?" You growl at him, crossing your arms as bitterness seemingly runs through you, you could feel your heart thump in your chest and your hands curled into tight fists. " ... That doesn't m-matter right now. I just n-need your fucking help!" He snaps, his words strained and choked before a series of coughs soon leave his lips. You slowly take in a breath, considering whether to just hand him the medkit and fucking peace out but you know the asshole lacks medical knowledge and would die. You let a deep sigh leave your lips before you kneel beside him, putting one of his arms around your shoulders, and with a loud groan of pain, you set him down on the bed, lying him down on his back and making sure he was comfortable. "I'll only be able to take care of this and stop you from bleeding out. You'll have to be still, Karl otherwise I'll fuck up." You advise him, getting up to go wash your hands and make sure that you don't get him infected whilst you're at it, you come back into his bedroom and open the medkit and begin to get to work on the wound. Karl would've never thought or had the pride to call up his ex, the one person he told himself he'd never need again is forced to put his pride on the side and is forced to let his ex attend to his wounds. All he can do is frown deeply, turning away from you to stare out the window, and all he can think is that Ethan Winters is still out there. He's gonna kill Miranda. That was his job, that was something he spent his life working towards doing, getting rid of that bitch Miranda and stealing her precious power. He's forced out of his thoughts when you begin to rub alcohol onto the wound causing a sharp stinging sensation to shoot through him, he grits his teeth at the stinging and almost burning sensation plaguing his body. "Warn me next time, will ya?" He says before a heavy cough soon follows, you sigh deeply as you continue to rub the alcohol on his wound gently, making sure it doesn't get infected and die from an infected wound.

"Warn you? ... It's just rubbing alcohol not a lighter." You respond, rolling your eyes at the man before you as you set down the towel and begin to pull out your thread and your needle. If he thought the alcohol was painful then he is truly in for a rude awakening. "This is gonna be painful, Karl ... I'll try to be quick with it." You state, somewhat warning him of the pain to come. "Please do ... I can't wait until you fucking leave ..." Karl bitterly spat, still unable to accept the fact that he needed you, that you were right, that he wanted you back into his life because, in his mind, it's better to bottle it up. "I won't treat you if you act like an ignorant dog." You spat back, your eyes meet his for a moment as an expression of anger twists onto your face, he begins to try and speak before a wince fell from his lips at the sensation of the thread going through his skin, he slams his fist down onto the bed and hisses at the pain once more. "Says you, you literally came in here pissed. Maybe just shut up and do ... ah!" He begins to say, his words are filled with anger and irritation before another sharp sensation of pain shoots through him. "Look, my bad alright but it's not every day you want to see your ex who was willing to ..." You begin to retort back at him, giving him a mean glare before he barks back. "You have to make sacrifices for everything! ... Now Ethan is going to get his daughter, probably gonna murder Miranda when I deserved the right to kill her. To watch the bitch suffer and choke on her own fucking blood." He growls, bitterness comes to him like air and he lets out a huff through his nostrils, a bitter and sour expression twists onto his face as he thinks of the fact that Ethan nearly murdered him, he thinks to the fact Ethan is going to steal what he worked so hard to get. "Whether you kill her or he does, she'd still be dead. ... You need to just ... let go of it and be grateful he let you live ... besides can't you finally be free out of that woman's grasp?" You say, less bitterness in your voice than before as another painful wince slips from his parted lips, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets out a heavy ragged breath. "That's if that fool can kill her. That's why I needed Rose. I needed her power to help me kill her. I needed it." He growls, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration.

"Did you ...? If Ethan nearly killed you then you severely underestimated how powerful he is ... probably can rival Miranda's power or maybe it's ... it's because he loves his daughter so much, it drives him to keep going." You say, your once bitter expression faded into something more dreary as you are reminded of your past, you would've done anything for that child. He scoffs to himself, turning away from you as you stop stitching him up as a truly bitter and painful expression twists onto your beautiful face. You force his face towards your own and gaze deeply into his eyes, you want him to feel, to see the pain that you felt and he did feel it. "You act like it's so terrible to be human ... it's so terrible to fall victim to your emotions ... that man loves his child just like how you loved me. He would've sacrificed anything for that child, he was willing to try and kill you, he was willing to kill Lady Dimitrescu, he was willing to do it all. That's what being human is. That's what's strong, so fucking strong." You exclaim, slowly inhaling a breath into your nostrils as silence quickly fills the air between you both, you can see the realization in his eyes flicker before him and how he softens in a way. Licking your lips, you push him back and hide that urge that was a habit you had, leaning to kiss him whenever your eyes met his whenever you saw how he softened before you. You missed that so much. You didn't say anything more, you go back to stitching up his stomach wound with an unreadable expression on your face, it was a mixture of pain and frustration and Karl saw it but most of all he saw your pain. It reminded him of his own. He would do anything for you. If you wanted him he would take you back in a heartbeat and he was afraid to admit that. Afraid to admit that he was still weak to you, still weak under your human ways that he used to relish in with you and he was afraid of being open, being hurt, being vulnerable, and falling victim to you in case you left him again. In a way you were weak to him too, stubborn as well but more willing to open up to him, to be vulnerable in front of him, willing to take the bait if it meant you would get hurt again. You were almost numb. To it. The pain that he had caused you but it was still there, stinging you at whatever moment it got and you let it become what you see Karl as. Another reminder of your pain, another man willing to sacrifice whatever for a taste of freedom and revenge. But despite that you loved him.

"I apologize for acting like a bitch when I came in here. I just ... I never thought you'd call or need me ever again and I didn't think I needed you either." You say in a somewhat soft breath, you meet his eyes for a few moments before turning your attention back to his wound and he turns towards you, licking his lips before he runs his finger over his bottom lip. "Thank you." He says smartly with a prideful smile soon curling onto his lips before you roll your eyes at him, you bite your tongue to stop any laughter from coming out. "Come on, you have manners don't you Karl? You acted like a bit of a dick too. Or is it too low of Mr. Karl Heisenberg to apologize?" You tease, a natural warm smile curls onto your lips for a few moments, Karl's heart feels light once more and it pulsates in his chest at the once familiar sight he used to see all the time, he missed that smile. Chuckling, he looks down and can feel the bitter irony taste on his tongue begin to fade away slowly but surely it is. "I apologize for acting like a dick earlier. There. That make you happy?" He says, rolling his eyes to himself before you nod with a chuckle soon falling from your lips, your hair had changed, your fashion sense had as well but you were still the same with that warm smile that made him nearly have a heart attack. "Alright, I should be done in a moment ... I'll clean your wound once again and make sure it doesn't get infected ..." You say once more, your tone has returned to its initial seriousness and he sighs to himself, just when he thought you were letting the mask fall, just when he thought things might be going back to normal. "It's fine, do what you have to do ..." He responds, waving his hand in a motion to allow you to keep doing what you were doing. You continued for a few moments longer, trying to stay focused on stitching his wound up but suddenly thoughts starting appearing in your head, what if things could go back to normal? What if you can be free together now? What if you can share happiness with him? Maybe you were an optimistic fool but having hope that things might change between you two is something that you happily looked forward to.

"Alright, I'm done. You shouldn't bleed out and die and ... I'd say try not to fuck up your stitches. But I should be going if I am not of any help to you anymore, Karl ..." You say lowly, reaching out to seize your medkit before he suddenly grabs your wrist, just like the last time you saw him causing you to nearly jump at the sudden grasp on your wrist. He realizes what he's doing from your somewhat distressed expression and lets go of your wrist quickly. "I'm sorry for ... that. But ... I'll probably need more medicine or more care to make sure I don't fuck up my stitches." He rambles, allowing himself to be vulnerable for just another moment, licking his lips his eyes meet yours once again and you see that familiar desperation in his eyes. But this time, you thought what if you stayed and so you set your medkit back down and let a deep breath leave your lips, you somewhat missed the familiar sound of his factory working and working tirelessly. "I hope you aren't planning on stopping Ethan. I'm sorry but it's just fucking stupid ... let him take care of Miranda and let him have Rose then you have what you want. Freedom. Happiness." You exclaim, sitting on the opposite end of the bed beside him with legs resting on the mattress. "I ... I want to. ... Miranda has caused so much pain, so much agony to me ... she doesn't see me as her son, nor will I ever see her as a mother. She's just ... she's just a crazy bitch who decided to steal a fucking baby and hope it could be a vessel for her fucking precious little Eva." He growls bitterly, a sour expression twists onto his face as he crosses his arms, still bitter to the core and revenge is still tainting his mind, no thought of freedom or happiness crossed his mind. Just Miranda. "I know. All she cares about is finding a body for Eva ... but you could finally be happy away from that crazy ass woman. Besides ... this plan has already been a huge failure." You exclaim in a gentle sigh, licking your lips before taking in a breath and so many memories flood back to your brain whenever you stare at something. Even this bed has so many memories.

"I ... I haven't failed. Besides blame Ethan for ruining an otherwise amazing plan. So much for working together." He spat, rolling his eyes at the thought that he was possibly bested by a mere human makes his blood boil. "This plan has nearly cost you your life and cost you a chance at even getting a sliver of freedom." You explain, another sigh leaves your lips as you stare down at the mattress beneath you, silence fills the room once more because Karl's pride won't allow him to see that maybe he had failed in his plan. "You even lost me ..." You muttered lowly almost in a whisper but Karl heard it and his expression twisted from bitter to disheartened and remorseful. "Look, I get that I hurt you and I hate it. But I needed to do it ... I needed to try and get rid of her! Get some kinda control over my own fucking life! I am done with being another experiment for her to use for her wishes! I ... I just want to be free ..." He exclaims, all manner of emotion is pouring out of him and seeping through his mask of charm, taking in a slow shaky breath as his throat tightens and memories flicker of his family, his real family. His mother, her warm smile that is reminiscent of yours, her warm comfy hugs and just remembering it had tears traveling down his cheeks as he clenched his jaw firmly. Your expression softened at the sight before you, a saddened and pitiful frown curls onto your lips as you can sense his pain, he really lost his life to being Miranda's experiment, to being her slave. A soft breath leaves your lips and you rest your hand upon his shoulder, expressing comfort as he inhales another shaky breath, pain is what became of him and he tried to fix himself only to become more broken.

"Karl, listen to me ... you're allowed to be happy ... you're allowed to smile, allowed to be angry, you're allowed to be happy." You coo, your words are gentle but powerful and your eyes are sincere, warm, and delicate to his eyes. He turns to you, eyes slightly puffy and an expression of pain is twisted on his face, letting a gentle breath when he looks at you, when he gazes into your eyes for a few moments, he's reminded of happiness, he's reminded of warmth, he's reminded of love and family. He still loves you. His eyebrows furrow before he wraps his arms around you, clinging to you desperately as he buries his face into you, still pain torments him when he can and it destroys his life. It destroyed his relationship with you, it destroyed everything around him and it almost destroyed him, he would've sacrificed everything just for freedom, just to have his life be his own. He sees it now, it comes to him painfully raw and honest and he almost hates it because of how he hurt you, the one damn good thing in his shitty miserable life. "I hurt you. I fucking hurt you and you came back for me? I ... I don't fuckin' deserve you ... at all ..." He exclaims, his words muffled into the fabric of your clothes as he can feel your arms wrap around him, your hands gently massage him and the simple gesture puts him at peace and ease. "I came back because as much as you hurt me ... you don't deserve this, Karl ... despite how I left you, I still care so much about you. Hell, when it's you I listen to my heart rather than my fucking brain. With you, it's different ... with you, I could never forget you. At all." You confessed with a soft sigh leaving your lips at the end of your words, your hands move to his long untamed grey and brown locks, you gently run your fingers through his locks and you nearly chuckle at the unique texture of his hair. "I didn't either, butterfly ... I hurt you and I see how I fucking hurt you, hell I didn't care if you left me I was still going to continue to plan despite how it hurt you. I'm an asshat. I wouldn't want to remember me if I did that." He exclaims, a gentle smile curls onto his lips as he stares up at you with a familiar smile that warms your heart, it leaves it jumping in your chest and leaves your stomach with butterflies.

"It's good that you see that and I hate that hurt you too ... I know that I left feeling so bad, so bitter about this whole fucking plan ... but this plan the only good thing it brought to you was bringing me to find your nearly dead ass." You chuckle, a wide smile curls onto your lips as a peaceful and joyful expression is plastered onto your face, another chuckle leaves your lips as a warm familiar smile remains on your lips. He can't stop himself from smiling as well, savoring these moments you share of nothing but pure joy, and he can't help but cup both sides of your cheeks. His fingers gently caress your cheeks, his smile warms your heart and your soul and the familiar sensation of his hands against your cheeks made you melt before him. Silence fills the room as he admires you, your beautiful features, and everything along with it. "Out of everyone in the world, I could never hate you ..." He chuckles almost like a giggly child at a toy store, a wide smile remains plastered on his face and his soul is singing, calling out for you and his heart thrashes wildly in his ribcage. You let out a gentle breath and suddenly his lips are pressed gently against yours, your stomach is crowed and flooded with butterflies, your heart is pulsating in your chest, and everything is calling out to Karl. Moments after, he pulls away from your lips with a somewhat worried expression on his face, he questions was he moving too fast, did you not want him but his thoughts are put to stop when your lips collide passionately against his. It came to you so naturally and once the thought appeared in your head, your heart followed along with it along with your body, and here you were passionately kissing the man who you hadn't seen in over 6 months. He groans against your lips, savoring and relishing the familiar sensations that came as his eyes flutter close, he was such a fool, such a fool to not see that he was risking the only thing that mattered for a chance at even getting freedom. He was but a child ...

Groaning against his lips as you began to clutch a fistful of his hair, the kiss quickly grew deeper and more heated, heavy breaths left both your lips as you gently devoured each other's lips, greedy for the sensations it brought you both. Groaning into your mouth once more, Karl's hands slip your jacket off of you, he throws it to the floor and buries his lips into your neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin earning a soft gasp from your lips at the sharp sensation. "Karl ..." You say in a ragged breath, hands still entangled in his locks of hair as he continues to kiss and suck on your neck, your body begins to heat up with arousal and your body begins to ache for Karl. "Damn ... I just can't get enough of you, can I?" He chuckles, grinning devilishly at you as his eyes glance at your lips once again, he pulls you into another heated kiss that has his tongue prying your lips apart. His tongue enters your mouth, his tongue grinds against yours and your tongues begin to dance erotically together causing both of you to moan against each other's lips at the tingling sensations that spread across your tongues. Karl's arousal begins to show with the bulge that swells in his pants, he continues to kisses you, moaning and groaning at the overdue sensation of a warm body against his. Pulling away from your lips, heavy ragged breaths leave both of your lips and he can't help but notice your flushed cheeks as a breathless expression remains on your face. "Do you want this ...? Do you want me, (Y/N) ...?" He asks in a ragged breath, his hand cups one of your cheeks, as he gazes intensely into your eyes, lust, and desire, clouded those beautiful eyes of yours and it was one of his favorite expressions on your face. "I want you so much ... I want nothing but you and your naked body to be mine ..." You answer, smirking devilishly at the man before you as a low chuckle soon leaves your lips, grinning widely at you he kisses your lips once again, cherishing the smooth and delicate feeling of your lips.

"Mmh, your lips feel amazing, darling ... I missed all of this, the kisses, the touches, the way you worship me ... I missed it all so much." He purrs lustfully as a chuckle soon follows after, taking in a breath he pushes you onto your back earning a gasp from you before he gets in between your legs. He stares at the tank top you wore, it hugged your body perfectly, and hell it exposed a lot of skin, though it was basic it was enough for him. You'll always be enough for him and more. "Arms up, darling ..." He chirps, you raise your arms, and off comes your tank top and your torso was immediately met with multiple kisses and bright hickeys that decorated your skin. Wrapping your arms around his chest, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, he lightly sucks on one as his other hand explores your torso, caressing your skin gently and with care. Your heart is thrashing, pounding in your ribcage, and heat floods through your being, arousal comes with that and it leaves you aching so terribly with a need for sweet release. Heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, licking your lips as you can only think of Karl, what he was going to do to you, what you were going to do to him. He takes your nipple out of his mouth, trailing kisses down your stomach as he gets lower and lower until he reaches your bothersome pants, letting out a growl he harshly pulls your pants down and throws them somewhere before he immediately buries his face into your crotch. His tongue moves gently, caressing all your sweet spots as the heat begins to boil up deep inside of you, you relished and savored the moist heat that caressed you in such amazing ways. Moaning against you, his hands wrap around your thighs to keep you from moving too much but he thought it was all about making you feel better, tonight was all about what you wanted, whatever you wanted you will have it. "Oh, Karl ...! Hah ... shit ... shit ..." You moan shamelessly, your hands clutch and grasp at his long locks of hair as heavy breaths are pried from your lips along with whispers of his name falling from those beautiful lips of yours. "Enjoying it, darling ... am I being good for you? Am I a good boy? Tell me I'm a good boy, kitten ..." He purrs erotically, his words roll gracefully off his tongue before he buries his tongue back into you, kissing, licking, and sucking on all of your sweet spots. "Good boy ...! Oh, so good ... fuck I missed your mouth so much ..." You whine needily, clutching at the sheets beneath you as you lick your lips, waves, and waves of heated ecstasy washes over you in sharp and powerful waves.

"That's it ...! Fuck, don't stop ... don't stop fucking me with that tongue of yours ...!" You cry out in a series of moans that are soon followed by ragged breaths, you grind your hips against his mouth eager and aching for some form of release, eager for more of the ecstasy he gives you. But he suddenly stops as he can barely hold himself back from taking you right here and right now, he begins to unzip his pants and fights to get them off. An annoyed expression twists onto your face as you roll your eyes and get up from the bed, grabbing him by his shoulders and turning him around towards the bed as you push him onto the bed with a devilish grin. "It's my turn, love ..." You chuckle as you begin to straddle his lap with your arms pressed into his chest and you begin to take him inside of you as a heavy breathless moan of his name leaves your lips the moment his thick cock fills you. It throbs and twitches inside of you, making you nearly jump at the sensation before you take all of his thick throbbing cock inside of you, the way he fills you is like no other, his cock stretches you and fills you perfectly. The way your walls clung and hugged his thick throbbing cock drove him insane, a heavy groan left his lips at the tight heat that surrounded and embraced his throbbing cock. "Oh, fucking hell ...! Shit ... so damn tight and ... hot ... come on, darling ride me nice and hard. Leave me at your mercy ..." He purrs devilishly as a long chuckle soon follows after, lust clouds his remarkable green eyes, his hands reach up to cup your flushed cheeks as a warm joyful smile curls onto his lips. You smile back at him, joy washing over you like a breeze as you rested your hands upon his shoulders and began to chase eagerly and joyfully after your sweet and euphoric release. Your hips grind and roll against his lap, heavy breaths are pried from your lips as heat begins to build and rise through your body, Karl's heavy ragged breaths can be heard along with yours as he wraps his arms around your neck. A low "fuck" leaves his parted lips as his eyelashes weigh heavy on top of his shut eyelids, sharp electric sensations of bliss shot through him every time your hips went lower. Burying his teeth into his bottom lip, a heavy groan leaves his lips at the blissful heat that envelopes his throbbing eager cock, all he can do is stare in awe at your expressions of bliss and ecstasy. It's so amazing.

"Mmh, baby ... you're so goddamn beautiful ... so exquisite. Come on, tell me how much you love me ... show me how much you've missed me ..." He purrs with a devilish smile on his lips, biting his lips soon afterward he places his hands on your hips gently moving them back and forth just to speed things up a bit. Your cheeks quickly become flushed at his words as you lightly squeeze onto his shoulders, heavy breaths still leaving your parted lips as you begin to throw your hips up and down onto his thick throbbing cock. It presses and drives into you eagerly, lightly hitting your sweet spot causing whines of Karl's name to be pried from your lips, licking your lips you entangle Karl into another heated passionate kiss that is so full of tenderness and consideration. "Karl ...! F-fuck ...!" You whine needily as you pull away from his lips, your eyes flutter at the bliss that courses through you as the heat floods through you. Your teeth grind against your bottom lip gently before you begin to slam your hips down onto his throbbing cock that perfectly curled onto your sweet spot as it repeatedly hits that sweet spot making his name fall from your lips again and again. "Oh! Karl ...! Mmh, Karl ...! It's so fuckin good, Karl ...!" You moan breathlessly, throwing your head back at the ecstasy that washes over you in burning relentless waves, skin hitting against skin echoed through his bedroom as your moans and heavy breaths are Karl's melody. Groaning deeply, his hands move lower onto your ass cheeks, wrapping his fingers around the area he lightly squeezes them with a chuckle following after, it's not a minute before he's nearly arching his back and a long whine is pried from his throat. "Fucking hell, sweetheart ...! Ooh, hah ...!" He whines deeply as waves and waves of ecstasy washed over him, he couldn't be happier and everything in his being felt like it could cry of joy. "Karl ... I'm gonna ... oh fuck ... fuck ... gonna c-cum!" You manage to say, heavy breaths fill your throat and your heart thrashes and pounds erratically in your chest, thighs tremble and shake against his legs, and your entire body throbs and aches. "Kiss me, oh please kiss me ... tell me how much you love me ..." Karl rambles in a series of heavy breaths as he wraps his arms around your torso, leaning in for another heated kiss as you continue to slam your hips down as hard as you can moaning shamelessly against his lips. Your entire body trembles and pulsates erratically as you had boiled over, heat travels through you along with sweet sweet ecstasy that left you nearly screaming his name against his lips. Pulling away from his lips as heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, you gaze intensely, it's not moments before your name falls breathlessly from his parted lips and his expression of joy quickly fades into one of ecstasy and relief. Sharp powerful sensations of ecstasy shot through him relentlessly as began to cling to you, wrapping his arms around you clinging to you and to what for a second feels so much like a damn dream.

Wrapping your arms around him, you find serenity in his cool embrace and you find serenity in the idea that things are gonna be okay, that things are gonna change from today to hopefully years from now. You smile into his embrace before pulling out of his embrace, moments later as you gaze into each other's eyes once more, passion and warmth clouded his green eyes. That look in his eyes like he was just so ... happy and like you're the one thing that matters in his erratic and wild world. "So ... Karl, what's next for us? ... After Miranda is dead and all that bullshit ...?" You question with a curious smile resting upon your lips, you rest in his embrace and he can't help but chuckle at your words. "Whatever it is that is next for you ... whether it's fucking staying here or leaving for better places ... you go and I'll follow." He answers warmly and confidently as a chuckle soon follows after his words. "Oh, so I made you my loyal dog, have I?" You chuckle, beaming at the man before you as he can't help but chuckle once more at your words. "In a way, yes you have ... made me weak for you ... made me unafraid to be myself around you. ... You are incredibly special to me, butterfly ..." He says in a gentle breath, smiling warmly at you as you can't help but flush different shades of red at his words. "You're even more special ... I love you more than you will ever know Karl ... and I've loved you all this time ... I hope I will never stop loving you. That no matter how bad things get that we will get through it together." You exclaim in pure joy as you both end up smiling sheepishly at each other before you rest your head in the nape of his neck and he wraps his arms around, hoping for a more optimistic and brighter future than he could've ever imagined.

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Chapter 9 A Week Away

Chapter 9 of Blood Bound

Henry Cavill x Named OC

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Nina is back in America for the holiday and tries to have a good vacation despite being away from Henry and rising tensions in the donor community.

Warnings: riot heavy chapter, incorrect use of fireworks, mentions of blood, stitches, (if i missed some please let me know)

A/N: Here it is finally! I wanted this out weeks ago so i didnt really edit at all. Im sorry! Also thanks to @hellcaster901​ and her ideas there is some drama on its way!! Enjoy! <3

“Wake up! It’s time for breakfast!” I grinned as a knee landed on my gut. I opened my eyes and saw Irene’s 11 year old cousin was jumping on us.

           “Lucas, I swear to god if you don’t get out right now!” Irene teased, pushing him off of us.

           “Geez, fine!” He giggled and ran out. “But it really is time for breakfast.” He yelled back at us.

           “He’s lucky he’s young. Otherwise I might kill him.” I laughed.

           “Come on, let’s get up.” We got out of bed and went downstairs. I smelled bacon and coffee as we entered the kitchen. There were sounds of glass clinking together and silverware being jostled around.

           “There you two are, always the last ones up.” Mom was pushing around a large pan of scrambled eggs. “Irene go help your cousin set the table, Nina, honey, will you put some more coffee on? The aunts are guzzling it down.”

           “Sure, mom.” Irene went to the table and I went to the coffee pot. The thing was already empty so I just loaded the new grounds in with the water.

           “Did you sleep okay? I know you’re usually asleep technically right now.” I nodded, pulling out my own mug for when the coffee was done.

           “I slept like the dead. Flying that long really wears me out.” She rubbed my back.

           “I bet, but I’m glad you’re here honey. I didn’t want you alone on thanksgiving so far away.” I couldn’t help but hug her.

           “Thanks, mom. For letting me come every year.” She kissed my head.

           “You’ll always be invited.” She squeezed me and let me go. I went to help Irene with the table. I found her chasing her cousin with a fork and I rolled my eyes.

           “Irene, stop tormenting your cousin.” Lucas had a smirk on his face though. “And you too, Lucas.” He huffed. The table was only half set, so I took the fork out of Irene’s hand and set it down.

           “He’s the little brother I never asked for!” Irene teased and Lucas laughed. We finished the table and I had set my phone down somewhere.

           “Lucas, did you see where I put my phone?” I looked over to him, he was standing across the table, my phone in his hand.

           “You mean this one?” As he held it up it rang and I saw Henry’s contact fill the screen. “Oh look at someone’s calling.” Irene cackled while I moved to snatch the phone back. “Nina’s phone, who’s this?” He answered, running away from me. “Henry? Are you Nina’s British friend? I’m Lucas!” I rolled my eyes and he made it around the table to Irene. She stopped him, taking the phone away. Before I could thank her she put the phone up to her ear.

           “Jesus Christ.” I mumbled, stopping my feet and rubbing my forehead.

           “Henry, I’d like to personally apologize for my cousin. This is Irene by the way, Nina’s best friend.” I walked over to her.

           “You’re so dramatic.” I punched her shoulder and took the phone.

           “Hey Henry are you still there?” He was chuckling already as I put the phone to my ear.

           “Yes darling,” I walked out and to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

           “Oh good. I would’ve hung up on all that.” He laughed again.

           “No it was funny, plus I did say I wanted to meet Irene.” I laughed.

           “She wants to meet you.”

           “How old is Lucas?”

           “11.” I sighed. “But hey, what’s up?”

           “I just wanted to see if you were up yet, ask how California was so far?”

           “It’s good, we’re about to eat breakfast. I thought you’d be sleeping right now?”

           “I’m staying up for a night shoot, I thought it’d work out if I called you now.” I smiled.

           “It did! How are you?”

           “I’m alright, tired now that my schedules off.”

           “Yeah, I’m just waiting for jet lag to kick in.”

           “I know how that feels. Are you doing anything today?”

           “I’m not sure what Irene has planned. I am going to see some friends at the company tomorrow, though.” Kari had found out through Abbey that I was coming to the states and she wanted to see me.

           “Oh that will be good, just be careful? The protests are pretty regular there.” The protests had become a regular part of the news lately. LA did have it bad.

           “I will, Irene’s family lives in the suburbs, so that’ll probably be the only time I’m in the city.” I heard Mom call for breakfast.

           “Good, I’ll try to call you when I can and text.”

           “Thanks, so will I.”

           “Go eat breakfast, talk to you soon.”

           “Bye Henry.” We hung up and I went back out to eat. The table now had plates of bacon, sausage, and eggs, plus Auntie Jen and Auntie Jess were sitting at the table, both with fresh cups of coffee.

           “There’s Nina,” Jen got up and hugged me. “You look beautiful as usual.” I smiled and went over to Jess to hug her, she kissed my cheek.

           “There’s fresh coffee in there honey.” I laughed nodding.

           “I know, I’ll get some.” Lucas came running in with a big glass of orange juice. “Woah, slow down, buddy.” He slowed to a walk and sat next to his mom, Jess. I went to fill my mug and saw Irene’s dad pouring two mugs, one of them being mine.

           “Hey Nina,” He smiled at me over his glasses. “I got your cup.”

           “Thanks,” I went to the fridge and got the creamer. I poured it in each of ours and he clinked our glasses together before we drank.

           “It’s good to see you back here.” He rubbed my back and we walked into the dining room to eat with the family.

           Irene ended up dragging me out to go grocery shopping with her so I wouldn’t fall asleep in the middle of the day. Henry did text me here and there, in between takes of his night shoot. It wasn’t a lot but it was all I could get for the time being.

             “Irene, its just lunch, we’re not even leaving the building.” It was the next day and Irene was dropping me off at the company building.

           “I know, but those protesters are there a lot. Especially lately.” I sighed, seeing the building up the street.

           “I promise I’ll be careful. Plus security has been amped up a lot.” It was true security had been raised company wide. I had noticed the increase in it the last time I was at the building in London. It made me feel better, but more anxious at the same time.

           “Just call me if you need anything. I’ll be here at two o’clock to pick you up.” She held the steering wheel fighters as we came up to the front door, four or five protesters with stupid signs were out front already. “Okay, nope, we’re going home.” Security was pushing them back from the door, but Irene was letting off the brakes.

           “Irene, it’s fine. The guards can handle a few people with signs.” She huffed but stopped.

           “I’ll call you when I’m here. Seriously be careful.”

           “Thank you, Irene. See you later, okay?” I opened the door and hopped out. One of the guards held open the door for me as I ignored the taunts from the protesters.

           “Freak!” I heard as the door shut. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

           “Nina! Welcome back.” I opened my eyes and saw Kari standing at the front desk. “Sorry about all that. They’re all idiots.” I laughed as she pulled me to the elevator. “It’s good to see you!”

           “It’s good to see you.” She linked her arm with mine. “Have they been bothering you guys a lot?” She hit the up button and we waited for the doors.

           “Yes, they stand out there all the time. It’s obvious not doing anything so why don’t they just stop?” The doors opened and we stepped in, Kari pressing the button.

           “I don’t know. It’s weird in London too.” She shook her head.

           “Again, they are all idiots.” We made it up to her floor and walked to her office. “I got us burgers and they just got here.”

           “Yay, thank you!” We sat at her desk and caught up with each other.

           “Henry Cavill’s still your client right?” I nodded, picking at what was left of my fries. “How is that? I haven’t donated since I was in college, and when he sent in his paperwork I almost started again.” I chuckled, shaking my head.

           “I mean, he’s like most clients. He calls me, he feeds.” She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

           “Oh come on, what else? You donors get to meet all these celebrities all the time. What’s he like? Please tell me he’s as charming as he looks.” I giggled at her dramatics.

           “He is really charming.” I rested my chin on my hand and my elbow on the desk. “He never pressures me into anything, which is great.”

           “Has he bought you lots of things? Abbey told me about this trip she went on once.” I nodded. Irene texted me then, saying she was on her way, but traffic was bad. I furrowed my brow, we were well past the lunch rush, but there could be an accident or something.

           “Yeah, he bought me this beautiful dress for a wedding he took me too, here I think I have a picture.” At some point during the wedding the photographer had taken photos of us and Henry had gotten his hands on it. It was just us talking. I was looking up at him and his hand was moving as he explained something to me. “He surprised me with the dress and the bag-“

           “Nina, you look like a couple!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You look beautiful!” She took my phone and I saw her zoom in. “You’ve got some cow eyes for Henry too.” She laughed at me and I punched her shoulder. “Seriously, you both look good.” She handed me the phone back. “Do you like him?” Her brows raised, but she was smiling.

           “Well yeah, apparently I have cow eyes.” She rolled her eyes. “I only showed you the picture to see the dress.”

           “And you thought I wouldn’t notice the rest of the picture?” She laughed. “My advice is to tie him down before it’s too late.” I joined her laughter as we started cleaning up our trash from lunch.

           “How long are you in town for?” We walked to the elevator.

           “Just for the week. I’ll fly back-“ Kari’s phone rang and she sighed.

           “Hang on.” She answered it and I went over to the windows to see if Irene’s car was out front. My eyes widened as I looked at the street below. The group of protesters had multiplied and weren’t happy. Security was holding them back, but there were a lot of people. I gulped when I saw a man push a guard down.

           “Kari-“ I was going to call her over here, but an object flew out of the crowd, I couldn’t figure out what it was. I squinted my eyes as the protesters looked up. I backed up as I realized what it was. The firecracker hit and shattered a window only yards away from where we were standing. Kari screamed and I pushed her back the the way we came as the the thing popped so loud my ears were ringing. Smoke filled the hallway as we ran. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but Kari grabbed my wrist, pulling me faster. I choked on the smoke as she pulled me into the stairway. The echos of our feet and coldness of the concrete walls made me shiver.

           “Nina, what was that?”

           “A fucking firework.” I still didn’t believe it.

           “Security told me to go back to my office and lock the doors, but that was before the firework.” She held her head. “Oh my god, Nina, what’s happening?” My hands shook.

           “Is there somewhere else we can go?” There were tears in her eyes as she thought.

           “A few floors down there’s a janitorial room that locks.” I grabbed her hands.

           “Okay, let’s go. Just keep it together until then.” She nodded, but I wasn’t sure if I couldn’t hold it together. We jumped out of our skin when we heard a door slam at the bottom of the staircase. “Does this lead outside?” Her eyes widened as we heard loud footsteps and voices coming up the stairs.

           “Yes, shit, let’s go.” She pulled me down two flights and burst through the door at the last one, all while the protesters got louder. We ran as fast as we could through another floor of offices. “It’s on the other side of the floor.” Kari ran faster and my hand slipped from hers. We ran past more windows, staying close to the opposite wall. Kari got farther head of me and as I sped up a window shattered in front of me. I stopped so hard I tripped and fell, cutting my arm on glass. Before I could get up I saw what broke the window, Another firework. I scrambled backwards, trying to find my footing. I barely got to my feet before it went off. I covered my face and felt the smoke surround me. Popping and sizzling and the choking smell of smoke invaded my senses. The ringing in my ears got higher in pitch and I couldn’t heard much. The smoke was clearing but my chest forced coughs up my throat. Someone grabbed my arm and I turned to see Kari. She sounded muffled, but she was telling me to follow her so I clutched her arm for dear life and she took me to the room we were looking for. She slammed the door shut and locked it. I had to sit down, I found some folding chairs and got one.

           “Nina? Are you okay?” Kari turned to me. “Oh my god, your arm.” She walked to me and pushed my ripped sleeve up. The cut was bleeding and pretty big. I couldn’t really feel it yet, but I knew it hit me sooner or later. “I think you need stitches.” I leaned back and she found a rag. “Put pressure on it.” She chewed on her lip as she look at me.

           “Kari, it’s okay.”

           “No it’s not! Those assholes hurt you. God, you wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t begged you to go to lunch.” I shook my head.

           “I agreed to be here, Kari. This is not your fault. It’s those crazies.” Suddenly we heard voices and running outside. I pressed my lips together and Kari pressed her ear on the door. I jumped when my phone rang and I scrambled to turn it off. It was Irene, but I couldn’t talk. I tried texting her but I heard a voice clear as day outside the door.

           “Dude, the cops are here.”

           “Fuck, let’s go.” More footsteps fading away and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Irene called me again and I answered.

           “Nina! What the fuck is going on? There’s smoke coming from windows and there’s protesters running everywhere.” She was crying, I could hear it in her voice. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

           “I’m okay. I’m locked in a janitors closet, but I’m okay.” I tried not to stare at the white rag turning red on my arm. “You need to get back home. It’s not safe.”

           “No way. I’m coming to get you.” I felt a lump in my throat form.

           “Irene, no.” If she got hurt here, I’d never forgive myself.

           “I can’t just leave you there. Like you said it’s not safe.” My eyes welled up.

           “I know, but if you try and help me we’ll both be stuck here. Or worse.” I shuddered. “I’ll try to text you when I can, but I gotta go.”

           “Nina are you sure-“

           “Go home. I’ll be okay.” I hung up before I started crying. “Please go home Irene.” Kari had been texting someone as I spoke, she was shaking a little so I got her a chair, my arm beginning to throb. “Sit.” I told her and she did.

           “Cops are outside, I texted security where we are, they’ll be here soon.” I shut my eyes and leaned back. “How’s your arm?”

           “It’s fine. I probably need to get it looked at though.” My phone buzzed again and I saw notifications from news websites I follow. I clicked one and saw a live video of outside the building. Protesters were running off as police filled the area. The street had been blocked off, and police were detaining whoever they could. I closed the video and shut my eyes.

           “LA PD, anyone in here?” We had been completely silent as we waited for the police. Kari ran over to the door and unlocked it.

           “Yes, we’re here.” She opened the door. “My friend, she’s hurt.” Two cops were on the other side.

           “There are EMTs downstairs.” The cops took us downstairs and EMTs had set up in the donations lab. Kari sat with me as they cleaned my arm and thankfully just stitched it there. It hurt bad now that the adrenaline was gone. No one was majorly injured. A donor did have to go get some burns looked at but she was going to be okay.

           “You guys can wait here. I think the police need to ask you guys some questions.” I huffed.

           “I just want to go back home.” I mumbled. I’ve also had the urge to call Henry since the cops found us, but I didn’t want to worry him. It seems like I’d be busy for a bit anyways.

           “Hello, ladies.” One of the cops from before walked to us. “If you don’t mind answering some questions for us. I can take one of you over to my partner.” Kari stood.

           “I’ll go first. Nina, I can get you home after all this okay? We’ll leave as soon as we’re done.” I nodded and she let the man lead her away. I started a message to Irene, but Henry’s contact lighting up my screen interrupted me.

           “Henry?” I answered it immediately.

           “Nina, oh my god. I just saw the news. We’re you in the building today?” I sighed.

           “Yeah, I’m still there now.” I heard movement on the other end.

           “What? Are you alright? What’s going on?” I looked down at my bandaged forearm.

           “I’m okay. The cops are here and it’s settling down.” I scratched at some soot on my jeans. “I’ve been wanting to call you.”

           “I’m so glad your okay. I needed to make sure. Do you want to tell me what happened?” I swallowed, but explained everything. He sighed as I finished.

           “God, I could fly over there right now if I didn’t-“

           “No it’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll be back soon. Fortunately a little cut doesn’t ruin a vacation.” The bandage covered half my arm, but he didn’t know that.

           “Are you sure you’re okay?” I took a deep breath, seeing Kari and cop walking back.

           “Yeah. I’m okay, Henry. I think I need to talk to the police now. I’ll talk to you soon.

           “Alright. If you need to talk, just call me, okay?” We said goodbye and I answered the questions from the police. It didn’t take long and I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

           “Come on, Nina. I can take you home.” The cops took us to the back where they were sending everybody home through. Kari lead me to her car and we drove mostly in silence.

           “Are you okay, Kari?” I asked her as we turned on Irene’s street.

           “I should be okay soon. Are you?” I nodded and she pulled into Irene’s driveway. Irene was standing on the porch with Mom. “Have a good Thanksgiving. Hopefully that’ll keep our minds off things.” I pulled her into a big hug and got out.

           The two women on the porch hugged me as soon as I was in reach. I squeezed them tightly as I tried not to cry. “Come on, sweetie, let’s get you cleaned up.” Mom pulled me inside, arm around my shoulder. Irene held my hand and followed us inside. I let them bring me upstairs, the cousins and aunts in the living room staring at me as we went. I told them I just needed to shower and lay down. Mom squeezed my hands and left. Irene lingered and hugged my neck.

           “I’m glad you’re okay.” She let go and walked off.” I swallowed down tears and went to the bathroom. After my shower I shut Irene’s lights off and got in bed. I dialed Henry’s number and pressed my phone to my ear.

           “Hey Nina. You home?”

           “Yep, finally.” He chuckled.

           “How are you? I mean-you don’t have to answer that.” His sudden stutter made me giggle.

           “Well I feel better after getting all that soot off me. Kari and I probably stunk up her car.” I pulled my phone away and put it on speaker. “Speaking of her, I should make sure she got home.” I sent her a message as Henry spoke.

           “That’s a good thing at least.”

           “I’m just sitting in the dark now. I need the quiet.” I shut my eyes.

           “By the way, try to avoid social media. It’s everywhere right now.” I huffed.

           “Thank you, and thanks for answering.”

           “Of course, it’s good to hear your voice.” I couldn’t help but smile.

           “Yours too.” I whispered.

           “When do you get back to London?” He huffed.

           “Saturday, I think.” I couldn’t think of the time difference right now. “I’ll be back and complaining about jet lag in no time.”

           “I can’t wait.” We talked for a little while and I had to hang up before I fell asleep on the phone. I shut my eyes and it didn’t take long.

           “Nina,” Irene was shaking my shoulder as I opened my eyes. “it’s time to eat.” I got up and followed her downstairs. I really hoped everyone would act normal tonight.

           “Nina, can I see your stitches?” Lucas came from the kitchen holding a bowl of spaghetti.

           “Jesus Lucas!” Irene punched him and I laughed.

           “It’s fine, I’ll have to change the bandages eventually so you can see them then.” He grinned and walked off to the living room.

           “Sorry,”

           “It’s fine. He’s a kid. I’m just glad he’s not being weird.” She furrowed her brows.

           “He just asked to see your stitches.” I shook my head and pulled her to the kitchen where the pot of noodles sat on the stove. Irene and I got our bowls and went to the table.

           “You better eat that entire bowl, Nina.” Aunt Jess poked my arm. “We won’t have that arm ruin thanksgiving.” I shook my head.

           “It won’t. It’s not that bad anyways.” Well it did hurt quite a bit, but I’d take some painkillers soon. “They told me to go to the hospital until the stitches need to come out.”

           “I think we’re all just glad you’re okay. That everyone’s okay.” Mom came in last, and we all ate.

           “Next time I see one of those stupid signs, I’ll beat the crap out of the son of-“ Irene’s dad started

           “Honey, not at the table. Let’s just eat, Nina’s had enough of protests for the day.” I smiled at mom and she happily changed the subject to Black Friday shopping. We ate and the packed table of people made me feel a lot lighter than when I first got back.

I tried focusing on Thanksgiving a lot more, wanting to get my mind off of everything else. I spent the next day grocery shopping for Thanksgiving with Irene and her mom. Irene decided to let me help her with desserts and by seven that evening I was elbow deep in flour. Irene was rolling out another pie crust while I poured the last of the wine in our cups, adding another floury handprint to the mix of them on the bottle.

           “Have you heard anything about the article?” Irene had a splotch of flour on her cheek. I set her glass down next to her and went back to the dishes I was washing.

           “No, my editor emailed me and I thought maybe there’d be something but she was just checking in after everything.” I sighed. “Which was nice, but I want to know what she thinks of everything.” I wore gloves so my bandages stayed dry. “This is the worst part. I hate not knowing what she thinks. Waiting for her response.” I shook my head.

           “Well, I know I’ve only read snippets, but I love it. And Abbey seems so cool. I can’t wait to meet her eventually.” I smiled.

           “You’ll love her. She wants to meet you too. And we have to go out when you two meet.” Irene turned around.

           “Oh my god, it’s been so long since we went to the bars.” She pouted.

           “I know! Look we’re wine drunk let me just buy you plan tickets right now and you come back to London with me.” She burst out laughing.

           “I wish!” She rolled her eyes. “But we should plan something maybe I could get some time off in January?” I nodded, grinning at her.

           “Yes! Just say the word and I’m buying the tickets.” By the time we finished the baking and cleaned up most of the house had gone to bed. We snuck up to Irene’s room and got ready for bed.

           “How crowded is the house going to be tomorrow?” I asked Irene as she got under the covers.

           “Very, why do you think we made so much dessert?” She rattled off a few relatives and I sighed. “You’re really okay right?” It was dark and I couldn’t make out her face.

           “Yeah, I think so.” I sighed. “I’m just glad it’s over and that’s it’s almost Thanksgiving.” She chuckled.

           “Me too. I’m glad you’re okay too.”

 I woke up on Thanksgiving to Irene getting shoved out of bed by Lucas. I laughed with him as she grumbled, running her hands through her messy hair. “Your mom says to get up.” Lucas ran out of the room and I helped Irene off the floor.

           “He’s the worst part of Thanksgiving.” She stated.

           “Shut up you love him.” I patted her back. “Come on, we gotta get ready before everyone gets here.” We got dressed and ended up sharing a bathroom to do our makeup. I was focusing on my eyeliner as Irene danced to some song in the mirror. Suddenly my phone buzzed, almost falling off the toilet, where it had to go to make room for our makeup. Irene was closer so she grabbed it.

           “I think its your editor.” She handed it to me, and I furrowed my brows. I took it from her and answered.

           “Hello?” I stepped out of the bathroom with only one eye done.

           “Nina! I’m sorry to call you today, but with everything going on I just thought I’d let you know early. Your article was amazing and it’s most definitely going on the site.” I broke out into a grin. “I love this Abbey girl; she’s going to kick the series off wonderfully. I see why you picked her.”

           “Thank you so much. I’m so happy you liked it.” I jumped a little, already wanting to tell Irene.

           “I want to talk everything through once were back and settled after this week.”

           “Yes, just let me know.”

           “Happy Thanksgiving, Nina.”

           “Happy Thanksgiving!” I hung up and went right back in to tell Irene.

           “Well what did she say?” She set her curling iron down.

           “She likes the piece, and she wants to make it a series!” Irene cheered and hugged me. “Irene! This is great!”

           “It is! Congrats, Nina!” She rubbed my back. “I think this deserves a celebratory shot.” I laughed and Irene ran out of the bathroom. I shook my head and went to my phone to text Henry. Call me if you can. I want to tell you something. I sent and went back to my makeup. Irene came back up with two shot glasses filled with clear liquid. “Vodka okay?” I cringed, but nodded, taking one from her. We clinked our glasses together and swallowed it down.

           “Yay!” I set my glass down.

           “I say we get hammered today.” Irene began pouring another.

           “Irene, your family is about to be crawling over every inch of this house. I can’t be slurring my words by three p.m.” She only shrugged. “Whatever, I’m not taking care of you later.” We finished getting ready and when I went downstairs, I told everyone the good news. I got a big hug from Mom and a kiss on the cheek from the aunts. I tried not to think about a reply from Henry. He probably was sleeping. I hated different time zones and busy schedules. Turns out that the booze helped keep my mind off it and I was tipsy as I heaped food on my plate. Irene giggled as she handed me the spoon for corn.

           “Someone’s buzzed.”

           “So are you.” I nudged her elbow. We sat together and tried to eat a little of our buzz away. It turned into eating ourselves into food comas, falling asleep on the couch. I slept through my phone ringing, but when I woke up and saw it was Henry I groaned. I tried calling him again, but he didn’t answer. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

           “You’ll talk to him soon don’t worry.” Irene had rolled over in her spot on the couch. “Just go back to sleep.” I put my phone down and pulled a blanket over me.

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[mae-gi-writes]

Deobi Playlist (EP 10) | The Boyz Imagine

The Boyz x Hospital Playlist inspired drabble series.

Main characters: Kevin, Juyeon, Hyunjae and OC (Mae)

Sides: the rest of The Boyz

Genre: fluff, slice of life, BROMANCE BRUH

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 5 | EP 6 | EP 7 | EP 8 | EP 9 | EP 10

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"Excuse me."

"Yes," Juyeon whips his head up to see a pregnant woman waddling over to the counter with an expression that looks murderous. Holding her belly against herself with a grocery bag slung over her shoulder, she slams her entire body onto the front counter, which causes him to jump in surprise. 

"How are you, ma'am? How can I help you today?" Juyeon flashes a wan smile, used to dealing with unnerved clients. There's usually always a reason behind their madness.

"I have been waiting for at least an hour!" The woman bellows, practically red in the face, "I'm due in two weeks, and there are so many other pregnant women waiting behind me. How come it's taking so long?"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry we--"

"Do you know how hard it is for us, pregnant women, to sit here in this stuffed waiting room while babies are kicking?!" She interrupts with another yell as Juyeon's hands come up in defense, "I want to see Dr. Bae right now! Right now, you hear me? I'm tired! I want to go home!" 

Panic rises at the back of Juyeon's throat, "I--I am so sorry about this ma'am. But due to the number of patients today, the office is running a little slower than usual. I'm really sorry--"

"I don't want to hear your stupid reasons. I want my appointment!" She bellows, "Now!"

Fear coils through his stomach, a sick feeling tying into knots as his throat dries up with the countless excuses dying on the tip of his tongue. 

Shit, his heart races. How is he supposed to deal with that? 

He'd give anything to be shadowing a doctor right now. 

The door to the doctor's office suddenly slides open, revealing a gentle-eyed Jacob who's gaze quickly flits between them in understanding. The woman doesn't even wait a second, quickly twisting her body and waddling towards him. 

"Dr. Bae, I was just telling your stupid staff here that you need to speed up your process! Do you know how painful it is to be sitting around with that?" She motions towards her belly, legs wide apart and fists clenched at her sides as though she's preparing for battle. 

But Jacob's expression stays unfazed, "I apologize, ma'am. Unfortunately the speed of the diagnosis does not rely solely on me, but my patient."

"Yes, but--"

"Some have--" Jacob pauses, presses his lips together as sympathy flashes through his face, "some have difficult obstacles they've had to face in regards to their pregnancy. Not everyone is as lucky that their baby is growing up to be healthy."

The woman blinks, opening her mouth, then closing it upon realizing that she has been shocked into silence. 

"I understand your frustrations, I really do," Jacob's voice is gentle, a soothing lullaby that instantly makes Juyeon feel like the world is a better place, "but we all have to cooperate a little, work together to make this work. Don't you think?" 

For a moment, there's a complete silence so palpable that Juyeon can hear the ringing in his ears. He can feel the eyes of a multitude of patients drilling into the back of his skull and goosebumps suddenly explode along his arm at the sensation. 

"Alright," the woman finally lets out a grumble, "fine. Whatever."

And she turns around, wobbly on her feet, before plopping back down at her seat looking slightly disconcerted by the effect of Jacob's words. 

Juyeon sends the said doctor a look of utter gratefulness, which Jacob answers with a wink of his own before retreating back into his office. 

Thank god. 

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It's been a long day running back and forth between the maternity department and the pediatric ward, but it is only when the last patient bids their goodbyes that Juyeon allows his neutral mask to fall.

"I'm sorry doctor," he bows his head to the ground, not daring to make any kind of eye contact due to the embarrassment coiling through him, "It was my fault. I couldn't calm her down in time."

"No no," Jacob's lips curl up into a smile, face softening with understanding, "it happens all the time. Impatient patients are the norm around here. Mothers-to-be, especially."

"Still, I'm sorry."

"Did that swear you off the Maternity Ward then?" Jacob's smile widens into a teasing grin.

"Maybe."

"Well, if it's of any comfort, it's no better in the other wards."

"What do you mean?" Juyeon frowns. 

"Some of them are always looking for donors, others always doing extra shifts. The pediatric ward is the only one that's doing okay, as of late. Cancer department is just a hole of sadness."

"That's...not very encouraging."

"That's the reality of it," Jacob shrugs, "did you give it any thought? What you wanted to specialize?" 

"I don't know. Cancer, maybe. I'm not good with kids and the Cardiac Department looks like hell. Also, Organs make me squirm."

Jacob laughs at that, the sound bouncing through the room like sunlight, "that's exactly the same reason why I didn't want to specialize in surgery."

"That makes the two of us."

After packing up their belongings and clocking out for the day, Jacob offers to buy Juyeon dinner as a thank-you for helping him throughout the day and though the latter tries his best to refuse, the doctor insists that it's just something he does with all of his underlings, and that not treating Juyeon would just not be right. 

So Juyeon has no other choice but to follow as they walk to the parking lot. They unexpectedly bump into Hyunjae and Changmin in the lobby, causing Jacob to invite them both to join. 

"Why Jacob, I think that's the first time you're buying me dinner," Hyunjae can't help but comment as they settle at one of the tables of Mama's chicken, a small restaurant just down the street from their hospital. Juyeon smacks his thigh in protest, aiming to be subtle while the former stifles his groan of pain. 

"What?" Hyunjae hisses venomously.

"You don't say those kinds of things," Juyeon hisses back.

"You only care because you want him to give you a good review."

"Piss off, Hyunjae." 

The dinner goes surprisingly well considering that Juyeon isn't really familiar with Jacob. Having Hyunjae helps ease the tension between the interns and the doctors, lightening the atmosphere and loosening up his tongue. They share stories about patients, heart-wrenching stories about the ones they lost, and the ones that they managed to save. The more they spoke, the more Juyeon felt like this was the right path he'd chosen, after all this internal dilemma that had cost him a few years. 

"So why did you want to study medicine?" Asks Hyunjae to Changmin, who is already slightly flushed from his second beer. 

"I--uh--I just wanted to make the world a better place," Changmin stammers, ears flushing red, "I don't think I've considered anything else."

"See, this is the problem with interns," Hyunjae shakes a hand at him, "you guys think that being a doctor is honourable. It fucking sucks, okay? Like, it's really shitty. The shittiest of everything shitty in this world."

"Not all that shitty," Jacob intercepts.

Hyunjae scowls at him, "for you, maybe. You work in the Maternity Ward. What's the worst? That a pregnant woman comes screaming at you?" 

At that comment, Juyeon can't help but glance at Jacob, eyes meeting for a quick second in understanding. 

“I think I got used to that,” Jacob answers with a small smile, “Pregnant women don’t scare me.” 

“You’re brave, Dr. Bae,” Hyunjae sniffs, “there’s no way I’d be able to make it.”

“Do you regret choosing to be a surgeon?” Changmin pipes up.

“Nah,” Hyunjae flashes him a grin then, leaning back against his seat and poking Juyeon’s neck as he does so, “couldn’t find myself a better match. Surgery is all I live for. It’s like me against death, and most of the time, I always win.” 

“And the times you don’t?” 

“You win some, you lose some. That’s the reality of it.”

When Jacob and Changmin bid their goodbyes, Juyeon accompanies Hyunjae back to the hospital -- the latter has a night shift. It is his second one in a row -- while throwing his friend a couple of worried glances out of the corner of his eye. 

He knows more than anyone how much Hyunjae gives to the people. No matter how much bravado he puts on about doctors and how medicine really is like a beast you can’t tame, there’s definitely always a sparkle in the said doctor’s eyes whenever he talks about it. Juyeon admires that, and he admires Hyunjae (not that he’ll ever tell him though), but his stomach can’t help but churn with worry when he notices the darkening blue aprons underneath his friend’s eyes, or the tiredness lining them, red-rimmed and mouth pulled down in a way that only suggests he lacks sleep and energy. 

“Hey,” Juyeon speaks up when they reach the hospital doors. Hyunjae looks back at him as he says, “try getting some sleep. You look like crap.” 

“Thanks Juyeon. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“I’m serious, Hyunjae. Continue doing that and you’ll pass out in mid-surgery.” 

“Yeah yeah,” the older man sticks out his tongue in retaliation, “I hear you, mother. You heading home now?” 

“Yup. I’m done for the day. I got tomorrow off too.” 

“Lucky bastard.”

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I’M SO SORRY IT’S SO SHORT FML BUT LIFE IS GETTING IN THE WAY AND MAE IS TRYING TO ADULT AND GO TO JOB INTERVIEWS SO YEAH IM SORRY FHSDLSDLKJDBUT I HOPE YOU LIKE ALL THIS BROMANCE. 

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[lenademonn]

All This Time - 3

*Summary: Elena used to be closed off and composed, always in  control of her feelings and actions. She knew how to survive long before  world ended and didn’t need anyone to keep her alive. Because  attachments are liability, make you weak especially in this new world  where dead are walking and living are more dangerous than before.

A slow burn Daryl Dixon x OC; from season 1 forward, ongoing. Angst, Violence, strong language, sarcastic humour and more.

Warnings: Swearing, some anger managment issues.

Chapter 3

Day 45 The next day was quiet; the silence between Daryl and me uncomfortable. He woke me up a few hours before dusk, which meant that he took the long shift, nothing new in this aspect. He laid down without saying anything after waking me up, and I spend the next few hours watching the area and thinking about our conversation from before. Daryl woke up before I even had a chance to shake him awake. So lack of sleep, that's another thing I can add to my list of what I know about Daryl Dixon. We quickly packed what little we had and started trekking through woods, following the tracks we noticed yesterday. Finding them wasn't that hard, especially not for a brown-haired man. What turned out to be a challenge was picking up a fresh trail. We walked around for good three hours before Daryl crouched down to touch a set of hoof prints when I followed his action I could tell that those tracks were fresher than the one we found previously. Next to me, the man looked around the forest ground and pointed the way he thought we had to go. It took us another hour to finally find the animal, we spotted it standing in the middle of a small clearing, nibbling on grass. Daryl stopped and rose his clenched fist, signaling for me to stay still. I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly took an arrow out of my quiver, and lined it up on my bow and stretched the string. Steading my breathing and not taking my eyes out of our game, I was waiting for Dixon's directions. He also prepped his weapon and was watching the animal intensely. "Three, two, one," His whisper was barely hearable, and once he said 'one', we both released our arrows. His bolt hit the deer in its side while mine pierced its belly. Animal yelped in pain and took off instantly, its steps uneasy. "C'mon!" After hearing Daryl's voice, I moved quickly jogging after the animal, to not lose it in the woods again. I was pretty sure that I nicked some significant organs, and even though it didn't go down, it should bleed out soon enough; in that case, we didn't want to lose sight of it and allow geeks a free lunch. We followed the trace of blood left on the ground and leaves for some time when we heard a piercing scream, and I realized how close to the quarry we actually were. It sounded like one of the women or even one of the kids. Oh God, I hope it's not Carl or Sophia and that it's nothing. I quickly looked at Daryl. "That's coming from the camp, hurry up Dixon," Before he could react, I jogged in the direction we heard screaming. It didn't take us long to approach the edge of the camp. Daryl moved in front of me at some point, shoving me behind him when we heard concoction just in front of us. Advancing slowly, we finally emerged into a clearing, and I could see familiar faces of Shane, T-dog, Dale, and others. They all were pointing some sort of weapon in our direction.

"We surrender?" I joked while Shane put his gun down, mumbling under his nose. Dixon, on the other hand... well, he was pissed. And I wasn't surprised when I realized that on the ground just in front of us was a headless geek and half-eaten deer. Our fucking deer, the same we were tracking since yesterday. "Son of a bitch" Brown-haired man moved from in front me, around the bushes towards the deer. "That's mah deer!" His accent deepening signaling how angry he actually was. "Look at it, all gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless, poxy bastard." With each word, he gave a sharp kick to the geeks' side, letting his aggression go somewhere else than people in front of us. "Calm down, son. That's not helping," Oh Dale. Why would you say it to Dixon? Do you have a death wish? "What do you know, old man. Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond'. I've been trackin' this deer for miles." He pointed a finger in Dale's general direction and moved on to retrieve his bolt. I coughed as a reminder that I'm still here. "We. We tracked that deer for miles, Dixon!" Saying that I finally made my way to the dead animal and crouched down to get my arrow. "And by the looks of it out of our shots, mine was more deadly, so technically this deer is mine, you asshole!" I quickly stood up and wiped the blood off my arrow with my rug, then I put it back into the quiver and made my way back to the camp. On my way out, I made sure to push Daryl out of my way with my shoulder. Who the hell does he think he is? We've been hunting together for months now, and yes, of course, I may not be as skilled as he is, but for fuck sake, I am not terrible. Ignoring the men, I patted Amy and Andrea on the shoulder while walking past them. "Good that you back safe" I gave them a small smile and made my way towards the camp to find Lori. She stood next to the RV with Carol and a few other women. When she saw me she smiled, but I could tell it was strained, and I started to have a bad feeling. I approached them and took the zip bags with meat out of my backpack, watching people in front of me carefully. "That's all the meat we got, it should be enough for a few days. We got a deer as well, but fucking geek gnawed on it before we could get to it." I passed the bags to Lori and Carol, as they were the best cooks out of us, trust me you don't want me to cook you dinner unless you're willing to be ill after eating it. "Thanks, Elena, it means a lot. Listen--" Lori started playing with her fingers, after putting the meat bags on a small foldable table next to the RV's door. So there was something wrong. "There isn't a good way of saying it. Merle was left behind on that run, and we know that Daryl will be so angry, and he is really unpredictable in that state. Can you try to calm him down when the guys gonna tell him?" She sputtered, and for a second there a thought I misunderstood what she said. Merle left behind. What does it even mean? Before I could ask any more questions, I could hear Daryl shouting for his brother, and I felt so bad for him. And angry with everyone who went for that run, how could you leave someone behind?! I mean yeah, sure Merle Dixon is a colossal dick and dumbass, but that's not the reason to just-- "Merle, get yur ass out here. We got us some squirrel." He smirked in my direction when he noticed me looking at him "Yes, I said 'we', women. Merle!" I really hoped that my face didn't show any emotions because that was just heartbreaking. And I was also slightly concerned for whoever will deliver the news to him. "Daryl, slow up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane was the one to speak, and behind him, I could see the rest of men with a new face in between them.

"Hey, Amy, who's that guy behind Shane?" I asked the blonde woman who was now standing next to me on my right.

"You won't believe it. That's Lori's husband." The fuck? I looked at browned haired women and then at the new guy and tried to hide my surprised face. This is going to be interesting. Making a mental note to ask Lori all about that, I focused on the conversation in front of me.

"There was a problem in Atlanta" Shane touched his face for a second, showing how uncomfortable he was saying it and then moved his hands to rest on his hips. Daryl looked around and hold my gaze for a second before he took a few steps.

"He dead?"

"We're not sure." After that, Daryl moved towards Shane, his voice getting louder.

"He either is or he ain't."

"No easy way to say this so I'll just say it." I could see this new guy move forward, and towards Daryl, he wasn't looking directly at him at all.

"Who are you?"

"Rick Grimes"

"Rick Grimes, ya got something ya want to tell me?" Oh, I could tell that Daryl is starting to lose his patience. Yeah, I know, he doesn't have a lot of it in the first place.

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there" When this Rick guy answered, I found myself moving forward too, annoyed at what he was saying. What stopped me was Daryl and his face full of tears when he turned around away from the new guy. He glanced at me for a second before wiping his eyes and then clenched his jaw, turning back to Rick.

"Let me process this. So, ya handcuffed mah brother to a roof, and ya left 'im there?"

"Yeah," Answer was short, and I could hear the shame in the new guy's voice, then with anger on his face, Daryl threw a string of squirrels we caught this morning at Rick Grimes and was ready to beat the shit out of the guy. That was until Shane literally tackled younger Dixon to the ground. Shane quickly stood up while brown-haired men was still lying on the ground, but I could see him reaching for his hunting knife, which was secured on his belt.

"Daryl -" I was cut off by T-Dog, who dropped the logs he was collecting.

"Hey, watch out for the knife!" At this same moment, Daryl got up and swang his arm at Rick, who dodged it. That didn't stop younger Dixon, he moved again, aiming at the men in front of him, but Rick managed to avoid it again and get a hold of Daryl's wrist pushing it away from both of them. Shane sneaked behind Daryl and put him in a headlock. With that, Dixon was shoved to the ground, with Shane's arm still around his neck. In the meantime, Rick pried the knife and dropped on the ground away from the fight.

"You'd best let me go!" Daryl was still struggling and trying to get away.

"Nah, I think it's better if I don't" I rolled my eyes and finally made my way towards the three of them.

"Shane, let him go!" Using my stern 'work' voice, it usually worked well with criminals and kids, mainly with kids.

"Daryl stop struggling, please. Just calm down for a second so we can get a full story out of them." I crouched in front of him and looked into his blue eyes, now full of tears and rage, his chest rising quickly and his fists clenched, one by his side and the other around Shane's arm, trying to ease the hold. He looked at me for a while and nodded, making me smile just a little.

"Shane, let him go! You know I can handle him if necessary." Both of them looked at me now, one unsure of what to do and the other with a look of pain in his eyes, even though it disappeared very quickly. Shane finally let him go, so I took the opportunity to turn toward this Rick guy and T-Dog.

"Great, now can someone tell us what the fuck happened in Atlanta, and how could you leave a man behind?" I put my hands on my hips, face blank, but my eyebrows rose slightly.

"What I did was not on a whim, Ma'am. His brother does not work and play well with others. He beat T-Dog and was shooting from the rooftop, attracting more and more walkers to our location." Daryl and I exchanged a look, he was biting his lower lip, a clear sign of anxiety. Yeah, unfortunately, what this man was saying was sounding precisely like Merle Dixon.

"It's not Rick's fault." That came from T-dog, "I had a key. I dropped it." Now my face was for sure, showing surprise and confusion, but it was Daryl who voiced what I was thinking.

"You couldn't pick it up?"

"I dropped it down the drain" I run my hand over my face trying to compose myself, while Daryl just scoffed in disbelief.

"If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't." He finally stood up and tried to walk away from the group—T-Dog's voice stopping him in his tracks.

"Maybe this will. I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get at him with a padlock." I looked up at them, confused.

"Are you saying that Merle is alive?" I asked in a low voice.

"Yeah"

"You fucking idiots. Don't you think that's the kind of information you should start with?!" I nearly shouted in Shane's face, seeing as he was the one to start all this show.

"Hell with all y'all. Just tell me where he is so that I can go get him."

"He'll show you." Lori's voice was calm, but when I turned around to face her, she was anything but. Oh, I see how it is. The first day back and the Grimes family already got problems.

"Yeah, I'm going back."

*

As I was getting ready in my tent, I tried to not listen to what else people got to say about all that. I re-checked if my knives were secure and put my short sleeve blue flannel shirt over the reins. I checked if my Glock is fully loaded and put it in the holster on my right side. I put some water and granola bars in small backpack Glenn found in Atlanta some time ago.

I took my machete and made my way to the track I knew we gonna be taking. I could see Glenn already sitting in the driver's seat while Daryl was pacing the truck's back. I walked past Rick and T-Dog and put my machete down on the floor of the vehicle. I pushed myself up on my arms and got into the back of the truck, making Daryl stop his pacing.

He looked at me, his blue eyes narrowing "What the hell ya doing here, women?"

I just looked at him calmly and picked up my weapon "What does it look like I'm doing, Dixon? Did you really think that I would let you go without me?" He just scoffed and mumbled under his nose, something about a stupid woman.

"Hey! Don't go breaking my records now! We went all 15 days without you calling me stupid." At that comment, I could see his lips twitch just a little, and then he made his way to the seats at the front of the car and used his foot to pressed a horn.

"Hurry up, y'all!" Rick and T-Dog made their way towards us, the new guy was wearing a sheriffs uniform, I guess he was a cop just like Shane, before all this.

"Ma'am, I don't think it's safe for you to go with us. The city is completely overrun, and it might be dangerous." I let a small laugh escape my lips, the others following my steps, except Daryl, of course. That guy doesn't laugh.

"Rick, this is Elena, we were telling you about her last night." Glenn introduced me, and it got me really interested in what they were telling him about me.

"SSA Elena James, not that it matters anymore. Trust me, I had my experience with the dead already, and yet I'm still here alive." I spun my machete in a circle, careful to not nick Daryl with a blade. After that, we finally were ready to go, Rick taking the passenger side at the front, T-Dog climbing up to sit with younger Dixon and me.

*

The journey to Atlanta was uneventful, except few snarky comments from Daryl. Glenn finally parked the car, and we all jumped out, making our way to a chained fence, to go through it. The first time I saw the city after that day on a highway and boy let me tell you it was horrible.

The streets were abandoned except for a few geeks - or walkers, as Rick calls them. I could see abandoned cars and here and there we passed burned down buildings, seeing what napalm actually did to Atlanta and how deserted it looked.

It's kind of image you'd only see in a movie, laughing and asking your friends what would you do if apocalypse, of any kind, would hit. And now we fucking living it and it's scary to think about because it seems like humanity lost and what was left of us was in the minority.

"Merle! We ain't even having this conversation." Daryl's gravelly voice pulled me out of my thoughts. It seems as he and Officer Friendly were having a go at each other. Again.

"We are. You know the geography, it's your call" That last part was intended for Glenn, who, in fact, like I mentioned before, is a walking map of Atlanta.

"Merle's closest. The guns would mean doubling back. Merle first." I was so happy when Glenn said it. I didn't know if I could stop Daryl if he'd decide to punch Rick, or I should say I wasn't sure if I was willing to do so. I was pissed too, you don't leave people behind like that, it doesn't matter how fucking annoying they are.

We jogged through the streets for about five minutes before making it to the convenience store they left Merle in. I heard a low growl behind me and T, so I quickly spun on my heel and rose my blade into dead men's eye. He was wearing a suit, now shredded in many places, his stomach ripped open and once-white shirt now deep red and brown from all the blood.

As quickly as I sunk my machete in, I pulled it out, pushing caracas to the ground, making the rest of my group look at me. I gave a quick smile in their direction before advancing to the front, following Daryl through a ransacked shop. He gestured for me to take a right, while he went to the left and we both slowly and quietly moved forward, I heard the swish of Daryl's crossbow and then sound of a body going down. When I rounded the corner, I was met with an arrow pointed straight between my eyes. I used my left hand to gently push it down cocking my eyebrow a little.

"Come on, Dixon, you would be super sad if you'd kill me. Who would make you laugh and complement that sexy body of yours if I'd be gone?" He just rolled his eyes and scowled at me before going in the direction we should be going. I looked at Rick, and he had a weird expression on his face. Like a combination of disbelieve, amusement, and resentment all at this same time.

"Don't worry, Rick," T-Dog said, chuckling. "That's just the relationship they have, she pushes his buttons, and he tries not to kill her."

I sent a sweet smile in their direction and moved after Daryl. We finally made our way up the stairs to where the roof door was. When on the top, Daryl made space for T-Dog to use bolt cutters on a padlock and then kicked the door rushing first to get his brother. We all followed him through a platform to a pipe where Merle supposed to be. Yeah, supposed to be...

"No! No!" Daryl's cries broke me a little, he was pacing, and tears rolled down his face. The handcuffs were still attached to the pipe blood all over them, on the floor bloodied handsaw and... a hand.

Impatient prick cut off his own hand. Fuck.

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[ladyideal]

This Is Us Part 5

Pairing: Legolas x OC!Reader

Word Count: 3003

Warnings: Nudity (but it ain’t sexy times.)

Summary: When the One Ring was found, it becomes a journey across Middle Earth to destroy it. Watch as the Fellowship is formed, and crossed the continent, where loyalty will be tested, and love will blossom at the most unexpected places.

A/n: A lot of dialogue, so bear with me here. Just want to get the group closer to one another. :)

Chapter 4 ~ Masterlist ~ Chapter 6

The Fellowship climbed a winding way among the great trees. They ascended the path until night fell. In the blue glow of a moonlit night, the Fellowship climbed a twisting stair about the trunk of a tree, past glimmering lights of silver and blue.

Far above, the silhouetted shapes of the shadowy tree-branches loomed over the group. Passing numerous platforms, the company came to a stop before a great palace in the trees, lit with silvery lights. A curving walkway laid before, leading up a low stair to an archway.

They gathered before the arch as Haldir stepped to a side. A glowing couple, hand in hand, descended down the stairs to meet the Fellowship. The Fellowship, other than you, the two Rangers and elves, stared in awe. Aragorn touched his head once in greeting.

The light dimmed, and before the Fellowship the Lord and Lady, Galadriel and Celeborn, halt. The Lady's eyes focused on Frodo first then to you, but Celeborn was the first that spoke.

"The Enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone. Eight there are here, yet nine there were, set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf?" Celeborn asked. "For I much desire to speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar."

As he spoke, Galadriel's eyes flickered to Alena's, who looked up.

"Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow," The Lady of Light answered her husband's question, which Alena nodded slightly. 

Celeborn turned to Galadriel in surprise. 

"He was taken by both Shadow and Flame: a Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria," Legolas shook his head sadly. 

"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his whole purpose," Galadriel continued, focusing on Gimli when the dwarf sadly bowed his head. "Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dûm fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin. For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief."

You looked away from the pair to study the trees around you. Anything to forget about Gandalf's death. You weren't the only one, as out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Boromir turned his pained face to the Lady, blinking and swallowing hard. 

The Lady stared back. 

After a moment, Boromir broke the gaze, weeping to the side.

"What now becomes of this Fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost." The Lord of Lothlorien turned to his wife. 

""The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all." Galadriel smiled softly, now turning back to you. 

"Yet hope remains while the company is true."

As if by a mysterious force, you looked back up at her. 

"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace."

With that, the Fellowship accepted the offer wearily. The nights in Moria were long and uncertain. All the while, the maiar's death was fresh, and weighed heavily on everyone's mind. You lagged behind as Alena and Haldir took up the front, leading towards a temporary shelter.

"Y/N, Keeper of the Winds and the Stars, child of the Highest Valars," Galadriel whispered in your mind, casting her eyes sideways at you. "Welcome to Arda and to Lothlorien."

Once the Followship spread their bedrolls and made camp, Alena and Haldir excused themselves, taking a worn, but lighted path.

"Haldir," Alena breathed, stopping once out of earshot of the group.

"Meleth nin," The Haldir spoke, turning to the she half elf. "Manen an gar- mín vedui govannen." (My love, how long have we last met?)

"Avo ‘osto," She presses her forehead against his. "Gerich veleth nín." (Don't worry, you have my love.)

The marchwarden gently reached for the chain around her neck, drawing out the engagement ring. "Le annon veleth nín, híril nín." (And I give my love to you, my lady.)

For the the first time since meeting at the borders, the two embraced, lending the other with much needed love and warmth. It was awhile before Haldir stepped back.

"Nostad lín sui orch," He wrinkled his nose. "Cin baur a fós." (Your smell is like an Orc, take a bath.)

The beginnings of a small, relaxed smile appeared on Alena's face. She was home. "Tul-na nin. (Come with me.)

"Happilui." (Happily.)

Lounging in the tub of pleasantly hot water with hints of lavender within, Alena relaxed, soaking in the luxuries of being at home. Perhaps she could convince Haldir for a shoulder massage.

As the water cooled, she reluctantly stepped out and into a warm, cloud like, white robe. Pulling the plug, she suddenly padded out into the room, and found the marchwarden sitting on the edge of the bed, shrugging on a fresh new set of clothes.

"Meleth nin," He spoke first, watching his fiancee dig around the closet for a set of tunics. "Padad-na nin?" (My love, take a walk with me?)

"Mas anirach baded?" Alena asked, fixing her clothes and twirling in front of the wall length mirror. "Manen ceri- im thír?" (Where do you want to go? How do I look?)

Haldir watched fixated on the elleth, transfixed by the beauty in front. And yet, she was his. How in middle Earth did that happen.

"Ve vana ve i elena ro," He cleared his throat a few times, unable to get the lump out. (As beautiful as the stars above.)

The breathtaking smile he received in response, stole his breath away once more. Alena turned to him. "Tolo, hîr nín." (Come, my lord.)

Leafs of stained gold wafted down from the towering trees, adorning the gravel path with specks of gold. Jewel like color flowers sprouted from both sides, gifting the world with their unique shapes and petals. As the voices of other elves faded behind, the sounds of the forest resurfaced as animals chattered to one another, and colorful birds of paradise flew overhead singing their songs for all to hear. 

Ahead, sounds of lapping water could be heard. A layer of mist descended from above, settling into wisps, curling eagerly around the pair. Beams of moonlight shown through the canopy, as stars danced and twinkled across the night sky.

"Meleth nin," Haldir spoke in the silence once they've stopped at the end of the bridge, overlooking the lake. "It has been too long, and I'm afraid it'll be much longer till we next meet again."

Alena gently placed a hand on one of the marchwarden's stiff shoulders, and looked over at the still water. A white crescent moon reflected on the lake, dotted with plenty wavering sizes of stars, and one lone grey cloud shrouded parts of the splendor.

"Then let's make the best of the time that we have here," She responded. "Gandalf has fallen to the shadows. We will rest here, grief over him, and leave when we are ready, but not a moment too soon."

Haldir hummed in agreement, relishing in the presence of the she half elf. He was fortunate, he realized, that despite all the harrowing events that happened, they were both still alive and well. 

He reached out to gently nuzzle her cheek with a finger. "Gweston, Alena, iel -o Fenris, ana i valaina. Uare i cor na- lala tare, yare i forces -o mordor lende, emme indóme vest." (I swear, Alena, daughter of Fenris, to the Valars. When the ring is gone, when the forces of Mordor are conquered, we will wed here.)

"Gandalf na- lelya-. Man ceri- mín gar-?" Alena answered. (Gandalf is gone. What do have left?)

"I elena, i ithil, i anor, mín mellons. Ir ennas na- galad, ennas na- estel," The marchwarden pointed up at the night sky. "Mín gar- ammen." (The stars, the moon, the sun. When there is light, there is hope. We have us.)

The half elf stood close to him, standing against his lean chest. "I missed you, Haldir." She murmured.

"As I have missed you, Alena," He whispered, leaning down to gently press his lips to hers. 

It was a quick kiss, but the gesture spoke volumes. A small group of various races coming together, to fight against the whole world. Even though the odds were stacked against them, the world must be fought for.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" He mumbled against her lips, peering hopefully at the elleth.

"I must stay with the Fellowship, meleth. Their hearts are heavy with grief still. Another night when times aren't so hard."

Haldir held her in his arms, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I understand."

The pair stayed in the embrace, observing the peaceful night for as long as they could. 

Back in the makeshift camp, you sat cross legged on your bed roll, staring down at frayed parts of the tunic. Songs from the elves of Lorien could be heard in the distance.

"A Olórin i yaresse

Mentaner i Numeherui

Tírien i Rómenóri"

(Olórin who once was

Sent by the Lords of the West

To guard the Lands of the East)

"Melme nóren sina

núra ala

Eäro"

(Our love for this land

Is deeper than the deeps

Of the sea)

"What are they singing about?" Pippin spoke from the other side.

"A lament for Gandalf," You answered quietly, looking away from the sounds.

"What do they say about him?" Merry picked up. 

This time you didn't answer. Instead, Legolas spoke as he watched you. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near."

To your left, Aragorn continued sharpening his sword as Gimli snored beside him. Legolas stood up, surprising you as he offered a hand.

"Come with me, Y/N. I want to show you a place," He smiled. 

You looked around at the camp, hesitating when Aragorn swatted Gimli repeatedly for snoring loudly, and eventually moving away to Boromir. 

"Okay," You agreed, grabbing his hand to pull yourself up to your feet. "Be back soon, Aragorn."

A grunt from your right was all the affirmation you heard.

"Maiaron i Oiosaila,

Manan elye etevanne

Nórie i malanelye?"

(Wisest of all Maiar,

What drove you to leave

That which you loved?)

"Ilfirin nairelma

ullume nucuvalme.

Nauva i nauva."

(Yet we will cast all away

Rather that submit.

What should be shall be.)

"I bet they don't mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about them." Sam stood up. "The finest rocket ever seen. They burst in stars of blue and green. Or after thunder, silver showers came falling like a rain of flowers."

"Perhaps you can write one for him, Sam," You smiled wryly at the hobbit. "I bet Gandalf would have loved one coming from you."

The hobbit shook his head at your suggestion. ""Oh, that doesn't do him justice by a long road."

"Just a try."

"Ú-reniathach

i amar galen

I reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen."

(No more will you wander

The green fields of this earth

Your journey has ended in darkness.)

""Take some rest. These borders are well protected." Aragorn spoke as he sat beside the captain.

"I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, 'Even now, there is hope left.' But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope." Boromir retorted with a single shake of his head. "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our- our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I-I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored."

There was silence between the two.

"Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?" The captain asked, turning to the Ranger.

"I have seen the White City, long ago," The Ranger unclasped his green cloak.

One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call, "The Lords of Gondor have returned!"

Aragorn smiled slightly at his words, then looked away.

"Where are we going, Legolas?" You asked, after a moment of following the elf.

"A spot I found, not long ago," He spoke, pointing at the lump of dirt. "The hill right there. I can teach you how to make flower crowns."

"Flower crowns?" You repeated in disbelief, giggling at the end.

"Yes, mellon, flower crowns," Legolas grinned at you.

"That's hardly a hill, Legolas," You rolled your eyes at him, but grinned back at him. 

In front, a field of flowers waved gently back and forth with the wind. The breeze softly whispered through each strand of your hair, curling around your fingers, and affectionately caressed your cheek.

"It's a beautiful night," You spoke, sitting down when Legolas made a spot for you.

"As are you," The elf returned. 

Immediately, heat rushed to your cheeks and you turned away from him.

"Let me teach you, Y/N," He grasped a flower stem. "Watch carefully."

It was rhythmic, even soothing as you copied his technique intently. At times where the crown was loose in some places, he would reach over, brush his hands over yours, and teach you how to fold one stem over another to tighten the circle.

For a moment, you forgot all your worries, your pain, your suffering, and your grief of Gandal. Being with Legolas was like a balm to your injuries, gently coaxing you, and believing in you as you worked on the crown. At times, you glanced sideways at his knowing, nimble hands. 

It was an arrangement of oranges, reds, and yellows. To be frank, the flower crown was one of the beautiful pieces you had ever laid eyes upon. Although you were older than Legolas, you were glad he shared this piece of knowledge with you.

An art form.

"Long days ahead," He spoke, gazing in determination at the flower crown in his hands. "No Gandalf, no one to lead the Fellowship."

"My mother told me that even when the two trees at home were cut down, there were still hope," You continued tying the stems together. "That even during the darkest nights, hope can still be found. It's not easy to see it, but it's there."

The elf was silent, as he paused his work to turn to you. "Do you think so?"

"I know so, Legolas," You placed your finished crown. "There, the flower elf prince of Greenwood."

"What do you think, mellon?" Legolas stood up, grinning happily at you as he adjusted the crown.

"It suits you," You chuckled, watching as he reached down to pick more flowers. "Why don't we make one for everyone? No i brestanneth anírach tírad vi amar." (Be the change you want to see in the world.)

He stilled at your words, straightening back up, flowers forgotten. "Ú-chenion." (I don't understand.)

"Caro naid dithin na veleth veleg," You stood up, taking his hand in yours. "Mín ma ceri- hi go-." (Do small things with great love. We will do this together.)

He stepped dangerously towards you, crowding into your space. You breath hitched as he stared down at your lips, memorizing every inch of it. "Go-, híril nín?" (Together, my lady?)

"Y/N, Legolas," A voice spoke out from the treeline. 

You quickly shoved the prince away from you, desperate to create distance between you and him. Legolas turned red at the thought of being caught together, and you turned towards the newcomer.

Galadriel emerged from the path, keenly observing you and the prince. 

"Lady Galadriel," You greeted quietly, sitting back down on the patch of ground from earlier. The elf nodded once in respect, and sat down beside you again. This time your knees touched, and you tried your best to ignore it.

"Y/N," She greeted, a smile gracing her face. "What brings the child of Valar here?"

"The same reason why Gandalf was sent," You responded. "Why all of us still fight."

"Morgoth's forces number by the thousands. Sauron does not know you are here, but I fear he will soon. You can not fight him."

"Until Dagor dagorath comes, the fight against my uncle will never cease."

"Dagor dagorath?" Legolas wondered.

You leveled your gaze at him. "The end of all times, when my father and his herald will lead the army of Arda and Ainurs against him. Then finally bring peace like it once was."

There was silence.

"Man gonoded eraid derithach?" Galadriel stepped closer. (How long will you stay here?)

"Tenna sauron na- lala tare," You answered with the smallest of smiles. (Until Sauron is no more)

"Ir ma cin treneri- hain?" Legolas turned to you, watching as your smile dropped. (When will you tell them?)

You turned back towards the direction where the makeshift camp was. "Er aur." (One day.)

As the stars lights flickered above you, you sighed. Being here was one thing, but another to not intervene. All you could do was to give advice. 

"I'll stay with you, mele-," He stumbled over his words. "Melon nin."

Galadriel smiled as the prince cleared his throat, in a futile attempt to cover his mistake. You studied the ground, until a hand took yours and you looked back up to find Galadriel standing close to you.

"Gwend sui lotheg i edlothia an-uir," She whispered within your mind. "Mel na an-uir." (Friendship is like a flower that blooms forever. Love is forever.)

You glanced over at Legolas, who met your shy gaze, but quickly broke it apart. 

"Aranel -o i valar," She continued. "Enyal- sina." (Princess of the Valar, remember this.)

"Cin na mel." (You are loved.)

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn WC: 3,228 Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

AO3 | WP

Chapter 14: Seesaw

"So there’s an ambiguous continuation of passing on responsibilities, And we get so tired or if that we finally became parallel..."

“Hoseok-ah,” came Namjoon’s deep voice, “you have to calm down, alright? You need to calm down.”

Hoseok rounded on him in the middle of his pacing. His dark hair flew in every direction across his forehead and the tails to his suit jacket lifted off his back. Namjoon felt his spine grow rigid. He could see his reflection in Hoseok’s dark eyes, spidery red veins stretching to caress his irises. Namjoon watched as Hoseok’s chest rose up and down, showcasing how heavy his breathing was in that moment.

The two men said nothing. All they could do was stare directly into each other’s eyes. Namjoon felt a lump rising in his throat while Hoseok’s brow twitched from his fury. It wasn’t until he saw his friend’s upper lip curling into a snarl that he snapped out of the fugue state he’d momentarily found himself in. It was like his soul departed his body in those few short seconds and Namjoon forgot who he was.

He’d almost forgotten who the man standing in front of him was.

Sighing, he took another breath and then rested his hands on Hoseok’s shoulders. He felt the muscles jump under his palms and Namjoon curled his fingers into the fabric of his jacket for good measure. When he finally felt Hoseok’s shoulders relax did he, too, relax his grip.

“Hyung-nim,” he stressed, which caused Hoseok to blink in surprise. He could see the blind rage bleeding out from his eyes. “We have to wait here. I’ve already got the boys on it. If something happened, we would have heard about it.”

He watched Hoseok’s face and saw his mind racing behind his eyes. After a handful of seconds, he closed his eyes. When Namjoon believed he’d sufficiently calmed down, he saw the quick movement out of the corner of his eye. Hoseok turned and swung his right arm up, knocking Namjoon’s arms away from him. He turned his back to him and all Namjoon could do was bite his lower lip as his brows knit both with concern and frustration.

Then the phone rang.

Hoseok crossed the short distance toward his desk, not bothering to go to the other side. He answered it from the front, practically ripping it from the wiring. An ache formed in Namjoon’s chest as he watched his friend struggling to dampen his anger.

“This is Jung Hoseok.”

There was a pause as the other spoke from the other line. However, when Namjoon saw the angry vein pulsating near Hoseok’s throat, he knew something was very wrong. Hoseok’s eyes grew large before slowly narrowing to tiny slits.

“What horse shit are you babbling on about right now, Changkyun-ah?”

Namjoon took a step toward Hoseok, his heartbeat hammering across his entire body. Hoseok held his hand up, shaking his head back and forth – his silent command for him to be quiet. Namjoon remained rooted to his spot and he could only watch as Hoseok’s angry face twisted into a dark smile.

“While I’m aware that one of my boys messed up, I don’t see how that has anything to do with her. She and I aren’t together anymore. I made that crystal fucking clear to all the bosses. She’s a free woman and can come and go where she pleases. So can her friends.”

There was a loud laugh that came from the other line, loud enough for even Namjoon to hear. However, Hoseok’s smile didn’t fall. It remained dark and terrifying. But Namjoon didn’t miss how his friend’s knuckles burned white from how hard he was holding the phone. He could swear that the plastic on the receiver cracked from the pressure.

“Changkyun-ah,” Hoseok said slowly, “I know you haven’t been to the meetings these days, but you should know how serious of an offense I take to threats to my territory. I know you’re the same. Taehyung will be punished for the trouble he caused, but leave her out of future conversations. How she chooses to spend her time is her own business. It doesn’t have anything to do with me.” He paused and Namjoon’s own hands curled into fists at his side. “So, if you’re planning on using her as some kind of leverage against me, that time has long since passed, Im Changkyun.”

A napalm of anger went off across Namjoon’s chest. He knew that things had been far too quiet over in the Jung District. Word on the streets was that the Jade Fangs were eyeballing a few key territories to claim as their own. Like a cancer, they were spreading and infecting everything around them. The disease? Fear. They didn’t play fair and they played for keeps. Always. It was the main reason why Hoseok stressed so many years ago, just at the end of all the gang wars, that he wanted to keep any and all business ventures as far away from their reach as it could be made possible.

But even Namjoon didn’t think they would stoop so low as to reach for Hoseok’s neck through Raelyn Noona.

Hoseok’s eyes closed and he turned his back to Namjoon. His hand slid across the surface of his desk and he saw Hoseok’s shoulders tilt at a slight angle.

“We’re both very busy men, Changkyun-ah. If you want to discuss terms for a deal, it will have to be through my second, Kim Namjoon.” There was another pause. “Alright, he’ll meet with your second first thing tomorrow morning. Goodnight.”

Another long stretch of silence loomed throughout the room as Hoseok hung up the phone. Namjoon couldn’t help but remain silent. The brother and best friend in him wanted to soothe the rage that was clearly bubbling over the surface of Hoseok’s aura. The obedient subordinate knew his place, maintaining his stance with his hands clasped in front of him. He knew that the upheaval of emotions, the rocky rollercoaster they were currently on, was far from over.

Hoseok…

No sooner had his friend’s name echoed in his mind, Namjoon saw Hoseok move. His arms swung out, sweeping across the desk and knocking everything onto the floor. He leaned over, picking up the phone and threw it across the room like a professional baseball pitcher with a roar. It sailed across the room and smashed into the wall, landing pathetically on the floor – as though it knew that it was experiencing its last moments in the world.

Hoseok screamed – his face exploding into blotchy patches of red as he raged in his office. Namjoon watched silently; praying that his presence was enough to settle the tumultuous fury rupturing in his friend. But he knew that it would be a fallacy if this image of Hoseok, this display, didn’t hurt Namjoon. It broke something inside of him and years of pride shattered. All that was left was the lingering guilt that echoed inside of him.

Could all of this have been avoided had they remained back in their country home of Hwaseong?

Hoseok finally fell to his knees, his screams fading to silence before he leaned forward and began punching the ground. Over and over he crashed his knuckles into the stone floor until splatters of blood decorated the slate surface. Namjoon rushed to his side, grasping onto Hoseok’s wrist hard in his hand. He tried to resist him but after a few minutes, it was like watching a wild animal succumbing to the pain of being caught in the hunter’s trap.

He felt the tension in Hoseok’s body melt away. Namjoon knew better than anyone how much he still cared for Raelyn. He also understood why Raelyn ended things. This wasn’t the sort of life that he wanted to drag anyone into unless he trusted they would go down swinging with them. They would jump into the fire and burn to death together. A non-suspect civilian, especially one who worked in the medical field, didn’t need to have a reason to entangle themselves with their dark and dirty little world.

But the heart wants what the heart wants. Hoseok wanted Raelyn and she wanted him. She took to their life like a duck takes to water. Maybe it was because of her past, what little Hoseok told them about it, but Raelyn was more than capable of handling herself. She was suited to be the mafia boss’s girlfriend.

Freedom, however, was something that most people took for granted. Hoseok did everything he could back then to make her happy. He would have plucked the moon out of the sky and hung it from her neck if she’d asked for it. But their lives were crazy in those days. They were always fighting to survive and they were fighting for a way of life. There was still so much time before things would begin stabilizing. In those days, Hoseok personally took part in the turf wars that exploded across the streets of Seoul.

Things were different now. They were getting better, but there was still so much at stake.

Namjoon felt Hoseok’s head fall against his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts. His sandalwood hair fell across his nose as he tried to look at his friend. But all he could see was the shadow of his eyes, the rest hidden by his dark fringe.

“Namjoon-ah,” Hoseok muttered, his voice hoarse from his earlier episode, “how much longer do we have to keep doing this?”

His brows furrowed and he clenched his jaw tightly, the soft ache of the muscle near his molars twitching with life. “Not much longer, my friend.”

He wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s shoulder, bringing him closer so that he could rest a little longer. He patted his back in comfort, hoping to reassure him that this was going to be a thing of the past soon.

“We’re almost there. I promise you.”

Incheon – Muchuhol; Namdong District South Korea

The Incheon Metropolitan City Muchuhol Library was usually quiet in the early mornings. Students were on their way to their classes and all the other patrons in the library were simply finding a quiet place to isolate themselves from the rest of the world. Ambitious writers came to do research and there were even a few professors who were expanding their light reading in the library.

Nestled toward the back of the library, Namjoon’s fingers perused a variety of philosophical texts written by some of the greatest scholarly minds the world has ever known. He’d dabbled in a few studies himself, hoping to utilize the texts given by other intellectuals to help guide him on his path to be a successful assistant and right hand to Hoseok. Most of his actions stemmed from experience and he rarely responded with impulse. The quiet voices of reason were the roles that Seokjin and he played. It was the best way for them to work without hiccups while Hoseok focused on leading them.

Reaching for one of Karl Marx’s books, he flipped to the center where his description of capitalism; how the very existence of it would crumble due to the necessity of society having to struggle in order to evolve. Holding the book open with one hand, his thumb flipped a couple of pages as his other hand slid into the pocket of his dress pants.

Suddenly, he could feel someone to his back. Raising the book up to his face, hiding half of his face as his eyes slowly shifted to the side. The other person’s broad shoulders barely brushed against Namjoon’s back. No one said anything. It was quiet, save for the ambient noise of others milling about near the front of the library.

And then the person huffed softly.

“It’s been awhile, Namjoon-ah.”

“It has, Shownu Hyung,” he replied softly.

Kim Namjoon was there to meet with Sohn Shownu, the Bear of the Jade Fangs.

The two remained back to back. He felt Shownu shift behind him, presumably to grab one of the books. They completely blocked off the aisle they were on, but since they were near the back of the library, they knew they could talk quietly and away from the prying eyes of others.

“Couldn’t your boss have picked a closer place to meet than this?”

“Changkyun’s always been fickle.” Namjoon could hear the smile on Shownu’s face. “Incheon’s neutral territory for both of our groups. This was the best option.”

Namjoon smirked, brushing his thumb over the lower swell of his lip before flipping the page. “I suppose.” He glossed over the pages, not really reading what was written. “Taehyung-ah messed up. We acknowledge that.” He paused before turning another page. “He’ll be punished.”

“Have you decided on how you’re going to go about it?”

“Not yet.”

“Need some ideas?”

“No, that’s not necessary.”

He heard Shownu turn a page behind him.

“You guys acquired Yongsan recently.”

It was a statement of fact, not a question.

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, we did two years ago.”

“So, Gangnam and now Yongsan.” Another page was turned. “A little gutsy, don’t you think?”

“Not as gutsy as your group.” Namjoon craned his neck slightly so he could glance over his shoulder at Shownu. “You snatched up Mapo in the last year.”

He saw Shownu shrug. “Again, Changkyun is fickle.”

“He hasn’t been attending the district meetings either.”

“I’ve tried to get him to listen to reason. He has his own ambitions. There’s little that any of us can do to stop him.”

Namjoon slapped the book closed. “Then try harder.”

The two men slowly turned in the aisle, standing shoulder to shoulder with one another. Shownu was just a little taller than Namjoon, but not by much. Their dark eyes bore into each other and nothing was said between them. After a moment, Shownu’s brows rose as his full lips formed into a smirk.

“About Raelyn Briggs,” he said, causing Namjoon’s eyes to narrow a margin, “Changkyun wanted to let you know that she doesn’t have to worry about coming into our turf. She’s not involved with your organization anymore, so she has no reason to continue looking over her shoulder.”

Namjoon wanted to feel relieved, but the tension in his neck wouldn’t let up.

“We can’t guarantee anything if she decides to mix herself up with your group again.”

Both moved at the same time; their bodies turning to face each other as their arms shot out to grasp at the other’s wrist. Namjoon’s fingers dug into Shownu’s forearm and the older man did the same. Their expressions were completely unreadable and they each held a book in their other hand. To any person passing by, it would have looked like a promise was made between two brothers.

The truth? They’d neutralized each other’s assault. It was hard to determine who’d struck first.

“And her friend?”

“Well, I’m afraid it’s a little too late for her the minute she decides to cross the line.” Shownu tilted his head slightly. “She’s feisty, that Eden girl. It’s almost a shame that she lives in Gangnam. Do you think she’d consider relocating?”

Namjoon did a little digging on Eden McGee. Some wads of money thrown here and there, as well as cashing in a few favors, and it was easy to dredge up enough information on her for it to matter. After reading over her permanent record, the answer to that question was easy to give.

“Don’t count on it.”

The two men released each other immediately. They straightened their shoulders and, without taking their eyes from each other, replaced their books back onto the shelves. Shownu slipped his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels and Namjoon worked on buttoning up his jacket.

“When things calm down, we should get a drink sometime,” offered Shownu, “do a little catching up.”

“Sure,” Namjoon replied easily, “when things have settled down a bit.”

He started to move, heading down the aisle so he could mix himself into the throng of other patrons of the library.

“Is it true?”

Shownu’s voice stopped him just as he reached the end of the aisle. He looked over his shoulder toward The Bear as he took a few steps forward.

“Is what true?”

“Rumor around is that you guys are trying to go straight?” Shownu brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. “Is it true?”

Namjoon smirked. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” He gave him a two fingered salute. “See you around, Shownu Hyung.”

And without waiting for a response, he turned and walked toward the library’s main entrance. He didn’t let his expression change until he was outside and standing on the sidewalk. Sliding up the sleeve of his jacket, he spied the time and clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. He was running behind.

Pulling his car keys out, he hit the button on the key fob and the lights to his car flickered to life as the doors unlocked. Nestling into the Audi, he cranked the car and the engine roared to life. He set his phone on the dash mount and went through his favorites on his contact list to dial Yoongi’s cell.

“Namjoon-ah, everything alright?” His gruff voice came through the speaker.

“Yeah, I’m about to head back now. Did I wake you up?”

“No, I’m just jetlagged. I’ll be fine after a shower.”

Namjoon pulled his car out onto the main street, making his way toward the highway. “Seokjin Hyung is still in Busan with Anastasia. They won’t be back until tomorrow. When are you flying back?”

“I’ll be back on Thursday. I had to push things back because of what happened.”

He hummed his response.

“…how’s Hoseok-ah?”

Namjoon sighed. “I’m worried about him, Hyung. But I think the Jade Fangs will keep their distance from Raelyn Noona from now on.” He reached up to scratch at his temple. “We’ll have to punish Taehyung-ah.”

“As he should be.”

“I’ll have Jimin handle it.”

He heard Yoongi shifting around on the other end.

“You don’t think that Hoseok should be the one to punish him?”

“Do you want Jungkook to handle it instead?”

There was a pregnant pause before he heard Yoongi’s sigh from the speaker.

“No, let Jimin take care of it.”

With as angry as Hoseok was, there was a good chance that Taehyung would wind up with something broken. Or worse. It was better if Jimin handled it. He knew how to dole out punishment fairly and had the restraint not to cross any lines.

“Alright. I’ll let Jimin and Hoseok know. Have a good trip.”

“Yeah, and you get off the phone. You’re driving so you’re supposed to be paying attention to the road.”

Namjoon smirked. “I will. Bye, Hyung.”

“Later.”

When the call ended, Namjoon’s face hardened. Just when things were starting to look up, they had the rug pulled out from them. He’d been keeping his ears to the ground and was shocked to hear that the Jade Fangs acquired Mapo. The most disturbing thing was that it didn’t look like Changkyun was showing any signs of stopping.

One by one, he had his eyes set on other districts.

“Is it going to come down to that? Again?”

He hoped not. He truly hoped not.

Because who knew what the result would be if another gang war managed to break out? 

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The penultimate part🥺 I’m not ready to say goodbye, Bitchin!Jungkook has definitely been one of my fav characterizations of him that I’ve ever read. Thank you so much for sharing your work with all of us💖

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sapphireprinces5 said: bitchin’ pt9 was just so beautiful?? the way you explained the emotions and interactions between the characters was just amazing!! I felt myself hanging on every word wow excited for the end but will miss bitchin’ so much 🤧

Anonymous said: TAEHYUNG AND YARA SIGN ME UP GURL!!!!

Anonymous said: Like I just feel like if Jk really liked y/n he wouldn’t have slept with Kiri, you know? It shouldn’t matter that he didn’t know how y/n felt. And it’s obvious that he has feelings for y/n so I just hope that’s something y/n addresses when she talks to him. Don’t settle for less girl! Get you a man who will fight for you regardless 👏 (btw this is not me criticizing how you wrote it in any way! I’m just so invested in the characters and am thinking about how I would feel in this scenario :) )

Anonymous said: I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN WITH YARA AND TAE I FELT IT SO DEEP IN MY BONES IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭😭😭

Anonymous said: Hi! I just binge read bitchin in a day and can I just say that I loved it! I really love the female characters as well, you’ve written them so beautifully 🥺 if I was y/n I wouldn’t be concerned so much about Jk not sleeping with Kiri if he knew the way y/n felt, but rather the fact that if Jk didn’t want to sleep with Kiri, he wouldn’t have, regardless of y/n’s feelings or not. IMO y/n’s feelings shouldn’t be the issue here, but Jk’s should! If I was y/n’s bff that’s what I would tell her LOL

Anonymous said: OH MY GOODNESS! YES !!!! YESSSSS Y.E.S Muchas graciaaaas!!!

Anonymous said: tae and yara are my new ship)

unknowntalesx said: okay but like tae and yara thooO they got me all smiley being like oh yeah bayyybeEE das what im talking about 😏 ALSO OKAY NOW THAT I AM MORE LUCID KIRI GOT FUCKING WRECKED I LOVED THAT SHE GOT A DOSE OF HER OWN MANIPULATIVE MEDICINE I AM 😤😤😤😤😤

Anonymous said: im not ready for bitchin to end )):

Anonymous said: I SCREAMED WHEN Y/N TOLD KIRI THE TRUTH. YES QUEEN. STAB AND TWIST THE KNIFE!

Anonymous said: ROSE AHHSHSJSKSD FUCK U I’m all hot and bothered with anticipation for pt 10 now 😩😩😩🥵

sydney--chan said: We really stan y/n for using her big ol brain to rock kiris world oh my god I yelled also I say what's your damage all the time bring that shit back

Anonymous said: a tae x yara spin off series or one shot...... haha jk..... unless..... 👀

Anonymous said: Fuck kiri's scheming ass. I'm glad YN ripped her a new one

Anonymous said: AAHHHHHH once again, I love this chapter so much!!!! I was screaming at Yara and Tae part. Seriously!!!! I am SURE she felt that spark when he kissed her. Is she going to be the one falling for the guy while he wants something casual now? Or maybe Tae will fall for her as well? Ahhhh so cute! I feel like that would be a nice spin off yk (no pressure, I swear). And Erik, woah I didn't expect him to be like that. To be so nice and wise. Great character development indeed! It was really nice (1/2)

Anonymous said: To see their interaction and the way he opened her eyes (for some reason I couldn't help but picture him as Namjoon). Ohhh the Kiri part tho!!!! I felt really petty but in the best way lol. Anywaysss I am really excited for the last chapter (really sad too) and I am sure it is going to be the best because you are a genius! Thank you for sharing another amazing chapter with us! ♥♥♥ (2/2)

Anonymous said: OKAY I absolutely adored Bitchin part 9 😻 I always thought that it was also OC fault for what happened between her and jk, he obviously was the main jerk but she never actually admitted her feelings to him and he doesn't read minds so??¿¿? Really loved that she came to understand it. And I was rooting SO MUCH for yara and tae MAN I AM CRYING THEY DESERVE IT 🙌🏻

Anonymous said: you came through with the tae x yara content we all needed omg thank you!! if anyone’s gonna make yara fall in love it’s tae lol

Anonymous said: I honestly lowkey hate bitchin’ jungkook right now. I thought I’d get over it but I just can’t imagine how hurt and disgusted Y/N was when she found out that jk and kiri were together just hours before they were like ugh. It doesn’t help that I’m also really interested in Erik’s character development now so it would’ve been really interesting to see how he’d fit in Y/N’s life. 🥺

Anonymous said: jungkook and y/n wANT what yara and tae have

Anonymous said: TAEYARA YES FINALLY OUR WISHES HAVE BEEN ANSWERED 😍😍

Anonymous said: just want to let you know you’re an absolute angel and all you create is nothing short of perfection. *sends you all of the love*

spring2787 said: I jus came from a 4 hour long class and it's finally here... Thank you so much dear 🎂 💜

Anonymous said: Is yara me ? Like when she said that boy act like they understand the no string involved but then fall in love , dude I felt that , that's literally the story of my life lmaoooo Like the number of time a dude told me yeah I'm okay with that and then acted shocked when I told him I didn't feel anything for him is impressive lmaoo Anyway I'm so eager for the last chapter!!!! you did an amazing job!!

kuhweenbri said: The way I already finished but anyways girl I absolutely loved this part and now I’m excited for the next part 😭😭 will we be seeing more of T-ara??

Anonymous said: OMG YARA AND TAEEEEEEEEE. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEANT BY FANSERVICE. JSJSJSJJSBXBSBSB But on a serious note, this fic just keeps on getting better. The fact that there's only one chapter left still hasn't come home to me 😭 but thank you so much for blessing us with this!💜💜

Anonymous said: YO! bitchin is flippin brilliant! you have done so well! jungkook broke my heart in part 9! im emotional but also so ready for part 10! please take your time. have a lovely day

Anonymous said: i don’t normally talk to writers on here but bitchin is really bitchin, i haven’t read a fanfic in so long that makes me excited to read the next part and maybe it’s because i’m so used to all of the aus being recycled but bitchin is truly a breathe of fresh air to me for some reason, maybe because you fleshed out the right hand mans for both characters idk or the it being a different time period, but i just wanted to say you are smashing bitchin dude and i love it!!

shy-kpop-girl said: BITCHIN': I just caught up on 8 & 9. Shocked & angry at JK. Because regardless of whether he knew y/n' feelings it was a dick move to sleep with Kiri one night and y/n the next morning. And it wasn't like he came over to talk/tell y/n about Kiri & things escalated because he went right at it as soon as she let him in. Even tho it was hot. 😳 But Erik. I wanted to hate him but dude surprised me with his reasoning. I loved that dialogue! Once again your writing is amazing & I love this story!

Anonymous said: Bitchin is the best fanfic on tumblr. And no one can change my mind. You’re doing amazing!! Much love xoxo

Anonymous said: “Think of life as one big puzzle and everyone you meet is shaped differently, right? Yet somehow… they fit. We find those that complete us. And they’re not necessarily opposites but—“ MAAM that part hit SOOO different omg your brain!?! Outta this world! Like this is whole ass literature!!!! I stg Bitchin’ is the best thing on this app and I meant that w my whole chest.

Anonymous said: I'm not ready for Bitchin to end. It's soooooo good 😍😍😍

kmultifandom said: Since there's a cast for bitchin I wanna audition for y/n because i wanna be a biologist and I have some similar personality traits *mic drop* Also great work, I seriously love it. No other fan fiction I have read was so close to my actual self and that impresses me even more and make it like it 10 times more djksksks

Anonymous said: how will I live when bitchin ends agghhh I haven’t even read 8-9 cause I’m waiting for the happy ending before I’m heartbroken and left waiting for the last part

Anonymous said: you know what would be super fun and crazy 😛😛🙈🙈 if you dropped bitchin’ pt 10 right now 😳😳 haha just kidding .... unless 😏😏

Anonymous said: lets gooooo!!!!!!!!!!! bitchin pt 10 better haunt me for the rest of the year

Anonymous said: I feel like I’m going to get so emotional once Bitchin’ part 10 is released. It’s like I’m sending off my non-existing kids to university because I won’t be able to see Bitchin!Jungkook anymore 🥺

Anonymous said: I can’t believe Bitchin’ is for real ending 😩 it’s soo gud 

Anonymous said: Can’t wait till bitchin PART 10 Probably gonna fall asleep before u post but I’ll try to stay up for it 🥺

Anonymous said: i love your writing honestly and i just really want you to be happy. your writing is immaculate and i really want you to know that you are talented and skilled so yeah. sorry if this is out of nowhere but i just really want to show appreciation to writers because they don't get enough and you are definitely my favorite writer:)) hope you have a good day!!

Anonymous said: okay but if Bitchin' goes on for 50 chapters that would be good too.. just sayin'.

tpo-quinn said: Bruh, I can already feel that I'm gonna cry from the last chapter of bitchin'...I CAN'T WAIT!

leojjeon said: so i've re-read bitchin ready for chapter 10 an I am feeling all sorts of emotions. it's fair to say it's my favourite series I've read!

Anonymous said: y did i forget bitchin would have an end like 😳😐we’ve been on this bitchin journey w u for so long i’m sad it’s over

Anonymous said: What what what?? Bitchin is ending??!!! Didnt it just fucking start like all the drama and tae&yara!!!! Omg girl!!!

Anonymous said: ur the absolute fucking GODDESS of writing angst, ive never ever waited for a ff to be updated before as if it was a new episode of my fav show coming out. thank u for writing and be so active, muah ur amazing

Anonymous said: a moment of silence for our loved bitchin who will die soon 😔 gone but not forgotten, she will always be in our hearts. all the best rides come to an end 😭

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Chapter 2 is HERE!

I FINALLY finished ch 2 of my Adam Sackler series.  so without further ado, I present to you...

CH2: Love is a Battlefield - Girls fic (Adam X OC)

Adam and Amelia attend a party and run into the last person they want to see.

Warnings: Violence, NSFW, swearing, blood, angst, oral, fingering, breast play.

    The party didn’t suck as a bad as Adam had thought it was going to. He had honestly never been one for attending parties considering he didn’t like crowds plus the temptation of alcohol, but Marc, a director he had worked with several times, had insisted he at least show up for a little bit, that it would be good for his career.  He reluctantly agreed to go for an hour.  Amelia had even offered to go with him, and she hated parties as much as he did.

    The two of them had been dating for a little over two months and things were going amazing.  They rarely fought and when they did, they worked it out in no time.  Plus the sex was absolutely fucking mind-blowing; Amelia could easily give him a run for his money in terms of banter.

    Adam was talking to some guy when he noticed a familiar face at the bar.

    “Hey is that fuckface?” he whispered to Amelia, who was sitting next to him on the couch.

    Amelia looked over to see Chad, her ex, walking over to where they were.  She let out a stream of curses under her breathe.

    “Amelia, hey,” Chad casually said.  “Surprised to see you here and with, well, this guy.”  He pointed a thumb in Adam’s direction with disdain.

    Adam glared at him.

    “His name’s Adam,” Amelia replied coolly.

    “Andy, right,” Chad responded.  “Look, we haven’t talked in a while, so what do you say we blow this place and go get a drink?  You know, catch up.”

    “There’s a reason we haven’t talked.  Besides, I’m here with my boyfriend, Adam.”

    “Alex, right,” Chad said with indifference.  “So anyway, what do you say?”

    “No, thanks,” Amelia said as she looped her right arm through Adam’s muscular left arm, her hand resting on his hand.

    Chad crept closer.  “Come on.  Besides, I guarantee you’ll have a much better time than with this loser.”

    “Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Adam barked at Chad. “Amelia told you she doesn’t want to talk so why don’t you fucking leave, you fucking jabroni.”

    “The fuck you call me?” Chad said.

    Adam stood up, puffing his chest out.  “You fucking heard me.”

    “Come on Adam, let’s get out of here,” Amelia said as she tried to pull Adam away.

    Chad stepped closer to Adam, his right hand balling up.  “You got a problem with me, you fucking tool?”

    Adam chuckled.  “Tool? That’s fucking rich coming from you, you shitbag.”

    Chad punched Adam’s jaw hard causing him to fall back onto the couch.  Amelia screamed as Chad jumped on him and continued to punch him.

     “Get off him!” she yelled as she tried to pull Chad off Adam only to have Chad’s elbow hit her in the mouth, making her fall backward.

    Adam hit Chad back as hard as he could.  He was seeing red; the only thing on his mind was to beat Chad to a bloody pulp for all the things he did to Amelia.  He soon felt hands on the back of his shirt pulling him to his feet and away from Chad.  Adam lunged at him but hands on his chest, pushing him away made him stop.

    “Jesus, calm down,” Brad’s voice rang in his ear as he dragged him away and down a hall.

    Adam punched the wall as he was guided towards the restroom. Someone shoved him inside the cramped space and he continued to hit the walls in anger, his blood boiling.  He about to drive his fist into the mirror when he noticed Amelia stand stoically against the door, her jaw clenched in what could only be read as fear.

    “Oh fuck,” Adam cursed, his rage quickly subsiding.  He crumpled to the floor in a mix of exhaustion and anguish.

    Amelia wordlessly ran some paper towels under water and kneeled in front of Adam between his outstretched legs.  As she reached out to wipe the blood off his face, Adam gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, resting his right cheek on her shoulder.  Amelia paused at his actions but softly smiled, her left hand stroking his head.  She rested her cheek on top of his head as Adam began to cry softly.

    “I’m sorry,” he managed to say.

    “You have nothing to be sorry about,” Amelia told him.

    “But I could’ve hurt you.”

    Amelia lifted his face up.  “But you didn’t.”

    Adam just bit his lip and rested his forehead against Amelia’s shoulder.  Amelia just continued to run her fingers through his hair to comfort him as she rested her cheek on his head.

    “I have to admit, it was kind of satisfying to watch you beat the shit out of Chad, though,” Amelia said with a grin.

    Adam had to smile at that comment.  “It did feel good hitting that fucker.”

    Amelia kissed his head.  She hugged him closer, her fingers running through his hair.  “Come on, we need to get you cleaned up.”

    Adam let Amelia wipe the blood away from his face.  Just as Amelia finished cleaning the blood from Adam’s nose, someone knocked on the door.  Amelia answered it.

    “How’s he doing?” Brad asked.

    Amelia gave a weary smile.  “He’s fine.  Little beat up but he’ll be fine.  Is fuckhead still out there?”

    “No, he got thrown out.  Someone said they saw him leave.  You need me to grab you anything?”

    “Some ice might be good and can you get a first aid kit?”

    Brad nodded and left.  He returned a short time later with a bag of ice and a first aid kit, handing them to Amelia.

    Adam hissed as Amelia placed the ice pack on his left eye. “Fuck me, that’s cold.”

    Amelia snickered to herself; at least Adam seemed to be getting back to his old self fairly quickly.  She proceeded to clean Adam’s hand, wrapping it in a bandage.

    When she was done, Adam wordless started to tend to the cut on Amelia right elbow.  

    “Adam, I’m fine,” she insisted.

Adam just ignored her and continued to clean the cut.  She hissed as he applied peroxide on the wound.

“Shit, sorry,” Adam said as he patted the excess blood off.

    “It’s ok,” Amelia mumbled as she buried her face on Adam’s chest.

    Adam finished cleaning off Amelia’s injury and wrapped the cut in gauze, making sure the wound was completely covered.  He pulled her close, resting his right cheek on her head.

    Amelia hugged him back, burying her face in Adam’s massive chest. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she said and gave Adam a soft kiss on the lips.

    He grinned at her and they headed home, taking the subway back to Amelia’s studio apartment.  As they snuggled next to each other in their seats as they rode home, Adam nuzzled her shoulder, his left hand slowly dipping into the front of her jeans.

    Amelia bit her bottom lip as she grinned.  She cupped Adam’s face with her left hand and planted a soft kiss on his jawline.  “Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” she teasingly warned him as his fingers grazed the front of her panties.

    Adam just chuckled and snaked his fingers deeper into Amelia’s jeans; he continued to nuzzle her shoulder, planting a kiss on the bare skin of her exposed shoulder.

    Amelia let out a tiny moan as she kissed Adam’s jawline again.

    Before long, their stop arrived.  Amelia led Adam out of the subway car by the hand and they hurried home to her studio apartment.  Adam hugged her from behind as she unlocked her door, nuzzling his face into her mid-length hair; he reached under her cold shoulder top, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her stomach.

    Amelia just smiled, leaning back slightly into Adam’s massive firm chest as she unlocked her door and pulled him inside.  She had barely closed and locked the door before Adam had her pinned against the wall, his lips crashing into hers.  Amelia moaned as Adam pulled her shirt over her head, his large hands cupping her pert bra-covered breasts, giving them gentle squeezes. She returned the kiss, pulling Adam’s shirt off as well.

    Adam lifted her up and carried her over to the bed in the sleeping alcove, his hands cradling her ass.  Amelia wrapped her legs around Adam’s torso, her hands threaded in his shoulder-length dark hair.  She continued to deeply kiss him, giving his lower lip a gentle nibble.

    “Ow!” Adam exclaimed.

    “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Amelia said as she hugged Adam.  It was definitely going to take some getting used Adam having that cut on his lip.

    “It’s ok,” Adam replied as he rubbed her back in reassurance.  He kissed the top of her head.

    Amelia leaned up and kissed him tenderly on the lips.  Adam laid her onto the bed as he melted into her kiss.  He moaned as he crawled over her body, his hands pinning hers on either side of her head. He rubbed his hips into hers, the friction making him very hard.  He began to suck and nibble on her neck; there was no doubt, she was going to have one hell of a hickey in the morning.

    Adam removed her bra and took her right nipple in his mouth, gently sucking it; it easily became hard in his mouth.  Once the bud was hard, he then kissed a trail of kitten kisses down her chest to the top of her jeans.  He undid them and slowly slid them over her hips and to the floor along with her heels.  He kissed her skin as he slowly pulled her red panties off, peppering her inner thigh and area around her vagina with soft kisses.

    “Wait, are you sure you should be doing tha – OH FUCK!” Amelia exclaimed as Adam lapped her essence with one fell swoop.

    She arched her back in bliss as he lapped her folds with his tongue, paying extra attention to the nub at the top of her opening.  Adam flicked his tongue over the bud making it double its size; Amelia gasped in surprise and pleasure as Adam alternated between kissing and sucking her clit.

    She threaded her fingers through Adam’s shoulder-length raven hair as he vigorously licked and sucked her folds, subconsciously bucking her hips every so often whenever he touched a particularly sensitive spot.

    “Oh fuck,” Amelia moaned.  “Oh shit!  Oh yes, right there, babe, right there.  Oh fuck, your tongue is fucking magical!”

    Adam continued to passionately devour Amelia’s lady bits, making sure to get into every possible nook and cranny of her sex.  He slowly inserted a finger and gently moved it in and out of her entrance while he sucked on her bud.

    Amelia moaned as she nibbled on her lower lip, her pussy pulsing in bliss as her orgasm slowly built.

    “Oh fuck,” she moaned as she arched her back.  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m…”

    Amelia let out a moan and threw her head back against the pillow as her orgasm hit her.  She gripped the sheets next to her as she rode out her climax.

    Adam wiped his mouth and deeply kissed Amelia on the lips, his large hands slowly caressing her body.  Amelia melted into her boyfriend’s kiss, her hands running through his dark hair.

    Adam gently rolled her onto her stomach and pulled his jeans off. He straddled her legs, his hands running up her bare legs to her supple ass; he gave her butt a soft squeeze as he ground his growing erection against the lips of her entrance.

    Amelia grasped the sheets as she moaned in bliss and arched her back slightly; she bit her lip as Adam leaned down and kissed her shoulder, gently nibbling on the skin.  He kissed a trail down her spine, stopping at her lower back; he cupped her ass, gently kneading it in his large hands.

    Adam pulled her pelvis up slightly and ran his finger along her moist folds.  Amelia giggled as she continued to nibble on her lower lip.  She pushed back against Adam’s finger slightly, her inner lips giving no resistance as she took in his finger.  He grinned and slowly moved his finger in and out of Amelia’s sex.

    “Damn, you’re so needy,” Adam chuckled.

    “I can’t help it,” Amelia replied in a sultry voice.  “I need your big cock in me.”

    “Beg,” Adam ordered her with a smirk.

    “Please, put your big, wonderful cock in me.  I need it.”  Amelia turned to look at him with doe eyes.  “Please.”

    Adam took off his underwear and gave his growing erection a few quick strokes.  He gently pulled Amelia to her hands and knees, keeping her legs pushed firmly together. He settled behind her and pressed the tip of his hard-on at her entrance, rubbing it up and down a few times. Amelia squirmed as she gripped the sheets in anticipation; she just wanted him to hurry the fuck up.

    Once he was sure, Amelia was as wet as she was going to get, Adam slowly burrowed himself into her.  She let out a pleasurable gasp as his huge length filled her.  Fuck, it felt so fucking good.

    Adam licked his lips as he let Amelia adjust to him.  Once she was, he placed his hands on her hips and began to slowly thrust into her.

    Amelia just moaned as the tip of Adam’s penis hit her g-spot, sending waves of bliss up her spine.

    “Oh yes,” she moaned as Adam quickened his pace.  “Oh fuck, right there, right there.  Oh shit, your cock feels amazing!”

    “You like my cock?” he asked her.

    Amelia just nodded yes as she arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as Adam’s dick filled her.

    He sharply smacked her rear with his right hand, causing Amelia to let out a squeal of surprise.

    “Say it,” he ordered her.

    “Yes,” she breathlessly said as Adam continued to pump his hips, his large penis sliding in and out of her moist canal with ease. “I love your cock.  It’s so amazing.”

    Adam reached down and cupped her right breast in his hand, gently rubbing the nipple, making it quickly firm up.

    Amelia gasped, her arms starting to go weak from his tender touch. She managed to catch herself and support her weight on her forearms as Adam changed his pace up, going from a steady and fast plunge to a slow one where he’d slowly pull his length out and quickly push it back in her sex.

    “Oh fuck,” she moaned as she continued to grip the sheets, her g-spots throbbing in bliss.

    “You’re such a slut,” Adam purred as he pumped his hips, savoring the feeling of Amelia’s tight sheath enveloping his pulsating erection.

    Amelia just panted in response as she rested her face on the pillows, her mind a blur from the pleasure.

Adam reached under her stomach and pulled her to her knees, his chest pressing into her back.  He palmed her left breast, gently kneading her tender flesh; her nipple rose to attention at his delicate touch.  He then reached in between her legs and began to caress her clit, making the tiny bud double in size in no time.

Amelia just whimpered in pleasure as Adam’s large finger circled her nub. She rested her right hand on his wrist and her left on his forearm as Adam began to suck on her left shoulder, alternating between tenderly suckling and nibbling her soft flesh.  She opened her mouth in a silent oh, her breathing coming in short pants.

“My pretty little slut,” Adam murmured into her shoulder as he feverously rubbed Amelia’s swollen bud.  “Are you gonna come for me?”

“I wanna… I’m gonna…” she mewed, her orgasm so close, it was driving her mad.  She gasped as Adam’s finger hurriedly stroked her clit, making it pulse and throb even more.

Seconds later (though it certainly felt longer) Amelia’s legs twitched as her body erupted in orgasm.  She threw her head back against Adam’s shoulder, a whimper escaping her throat as she came hard.

Adam pumped his hips a few more time, soon squirting warm ribbons of come deep inside Amelia’s pussy with a grunt.  He collapsed onto the bed, Amelia falling onto her stomach with him.  He caught himself before he landed on her and rolled over onto his back next to her, panting as he came down from his high.

He idly reached over and stroked Amelia’s arm with his left knuckle, his mind still reeling in bliss.  He leaned over to kiss her left shoulder and froze in horror at the sight of blood dripping down her back.

“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed as he sat up, his mouth open in shock.

“What?” Amelia asked as she pushed herself onto her elbows, giving Adam a confused look.

“You… you’re bleeding!”

“Fuck, my period must have come early,” she groaned.

“No, on your shoulder!  Shit, I must’ve done that when I was sucking there.  Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!!!!”

Adam buried his face in his hands, groaning in horror and frustration.  He knew he’d really fucked up this time and there was absolutely no going back from this.

“Adam relax, it’s not that big a deal,” Amelia said.

Adam looked at her like she’d suddenly grown a second head.  “It’s not?”

Amelia shook her head and examined the bite mark.  “I mean, it’s not the worst thing I’ve had happen to me during sex.  At least you didn’t punch me like, well, fuckface did.”  She looked at Adam with a warm smile.  “And truthfully, I kinda liked it.”

“Wait, you actually liked it?” Adam asked as he turned to look at her in confusion. He was definitely not expecting to hear that.

Amelia nodded; Adam continued to look at her in confusion.  “I didn’t hurt you?”

    “Na-uh,” Amelia replied as she shook her head, her soft locks bouncing off her face.  “Besides, I trust you.”

    Adam raised his eyebrow, giving her a funny look; she playfully tickled his stomach.  “Really? You actually trust me?” he asked her

    “Really, I do,” Amelia said.  “You’re always really gentle, you care about whether or not I’m enjoying things, you’re the first boyfriend I’ve had that will go down on me.  Plus you’re the first boyfriend I’ve had an orgasm with during sex.”

    “You’ve really never came during sex before?” Adam asked her.

    Amelia nodded.  “You’re the first.”

    “Holy shit,” Adam mused.  He had honestly never considered that Amelia (or any of his exes for that matter) had never experienced an orgasm during sex since they started dating; having one seemed almost second nature to him.  “And I’m really the first guy to go down on you?

    “Yep,” Amelia replied.  “Not that I’m complaining.  It feels fucking mind-blowing whenever you eat my pussy.”

    Adam just laughed.  “I’m that good, huh?”

    “Oh yes,” she replied in a sultry voice as she leaned closer, giving him a kiss on the lips.  “In fact, you’re so good I might just be ready for some more amazing sex.”

    “Are you now?” Adam asked, his eyebrow raised in amusement at Amelia’s flirting.  He put his arm around her, his hand rubbing on her lower back close to her ass

    Amelia nodded and kissed him on the lips again.  He slowly climbed on top of her, his chest pressed against her breasts as they deeply kissed; her hands threaded in his dark, chin-length hair as his left hand traveled to Amelia’s rear, cupping her supple ass as his right caressed her breast.  Adam let out a moan as his member soon rose to attention.

    Amelia moaned as well, the tip of Adam’s erection pressing against her clit.  Her tiny nub started to swell as her folds started to get moist again.  She subconsciously widened her legs, allowing Adam better access to her lady bits.

    Adam reluctantly broke away and positioned the glans of his erection at her entrance, slowly encircling the orifice, adding his pre-cum to her juices.  When her sex was drenched with a mixture of their juices, Adam slowly entered Amelia’s pussy, the warm, slick folds swallowing his erection with ease.

    Amelia let out a gasp as Adam’s hard length filled her, her essence pulsing in pleasure.  She nibbled on her lower lips as Adam slowly rocked his hips, each thrust sending a wave of bliss up her spine.

    Adam leaned down and deeply kissed Amelia on the lips, savoring her sweet taste.  They tasted better than any drink he’d ever had and he was drunk off her taste.  He moved faster.

    Amelia wrapped her arms around Adam’s back, hugging him close to her, never wanting to let him go.  She unwillingly pulled away from the kiss, panting as her sex throbbed in pleasure.

    “Fuck, your cunt is so fucking tight,” Adam growled as he pumped his hips.

    “Is it the tightest you’ve ever felt?” Amelia asked him.

    Adam nodded.  “The tightest and the sweetest little cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

    He rose to his knees, holding onto her hips while he bucked his hips as fast as he could.  He reached in between Amelia’s legs and rubbed her nub.

    She moaned as she threw her head back in ecstasy, the tiny bud quickly doubling in size from Adam’s touch.

    “Oh fuck,” she mewed, her hands gripping the sheets as tight as they could.  “Oh shit, that’s it.  Don’t stop, don’t stop.  Oh, yeah. Come on, fuck me harder.”

    Adam increased his pace, his middle finger stroking her clit as fast as he could.

    “That’s it, that’s it, come inside me, come inside me,” she panted. “Make me come, make me come.  I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

    She let out a silent scream as her body convulsed, her orgasm hitting her hard.  She arched her back as her eyes rolled back.

    Adam soon followed, grunting as he squirted his warm cum deep inside Amelia for the second time.  He collapsed next to her, his heart beating in his chest.  He pulled Amelia close, burying his face in her soft hair; she hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his massive torso.  Adam closed his eyes soon falling into a fitful sleep.

*************

    The buzz of a cellphone woke Adam up.  He groaned awake and gently shook Amelia’s shoulder to wake her up.

    “Babe, your phone’s going off.”

    “That’s not my phone,” she sleepily replied and pulled the covers over her head.

    Adam sat up and dug through his pile of clothes on the floor, soon pulling his beat up phone out of his jeans.  He pressed the button.

    “Hey man,” he said into the device as he lay back onto the bed.

    “Hey, where are you?” Brad asked.

    “I’m at Amelia’s,” Adam replied.

    Brad sighed in relief on the other end.  Adam heard him tell whoever was with him (he assumed it was Ray, Adam’s roommate) that he was at Amelia’s.  “I take it you’re not gonna be home anytime soon then?”

    “Fuck I don’t know.  I just woke up.  Amelia’s still sleeping.”

    Brad chuckled.  “Alright then, you two kids have fun.”  He hung up.

    Adam looked at his phone in confusion and tossed it on the bedside table.  He debated getting up and making breakfast but Amelia rolled over, draping her arm across his chest.  Adam just smiled and planted a kiss on top of her head; he hugged her close, content to snuggle with his perfect girlfriend in bed a while longer.

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IC does not equal ooc; the muse(/s) does not equal the mun! I do not share all of their views nor do I condone all of their actions.

No godmodding or powerplay. No forced ships.

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I hold the right to drop threads with you or not accept your meme/starter call-like, as do you as well (and not just with me!).

Please cut your posts down to 2 replies (the one you’re reblogging the post with and my previous one), unless you’re on mobile. If you’re using gifs/icons I will assume you’re on a computer of some kind and will probably put in the tags or IM you about cutting the post.

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Excluding rape, for obvious reasons (just NO), I am all for darker themes/threads. Give me ALL the angst!

I do accept and will write with OC partners of my canon characters, or OC companions of the Doctor (11 or 13). But, the first thread we have will be set whenever they first meet in your OCs backstory, so that I can get a feel for how our muses mesh together.

I do accept and will write with OC children of my canon characters as long as the OC child has a detailed about page. I need to be able to get a good feel for them to know how my muse is/will be with them. For reference, a ‘detailed’ about page would be more then just stats about your character, or more then a few small paragraphs about how they were created.

I do accept and will write with duplicates of my canon characters!

I do accept and will write with dash-only blogs.

I track my url as a tag.

I tend to mainly write multi-para to novella threads. Short(er) threads are hard for me to do (see under ‘Person Rules and How I RP’ for more info) and so I generally do not write them.

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You do NOT need to match my length, but if I write multiple paragraphs and you reply with less than one (or with 2 lines posing as 2 ‘paragraphs’), I will be dropping our thread. Once is fine, but over and over will result in a drop.

I generally don’t do shorter/one-liner type threads unless I know the mun. I tend to ramble, as do my muses. This makes shorter threads hard for me and so I’ve decided to just no longer do them. RP is supposed to be a fun hobby anyway! I do sometimes have shorter threads as, in those cases, I know the mun behind the blog and am comfortable and willing to hold myself back and write less. If you mainly write shorter threads, I highly recommend NOT following me!

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Better as Three Part 4 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-series.­

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 5

Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre:  Smut

Length:      6,400 words

Plot:  It’s been about a month since you and your boyfriends had your moments, and Mark and Jaebum are starting to get impatient.

Warning/s:  Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Shameless Threesome, Slight boy to boy, Slightly rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, though not too much), Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Blowjob, Ass play (this wasn’t part of the original plan I swear), though mostly fluffy sex too?, Aftercare, etc.

A/N:  I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT.  Also, this is straight-up sex and filth so read at your own risk.  Control is not part of my vocabulary when it comes to this Poly!couple, I apologize.  And the last 4k+ words of this fic is written in less than 3 hours haha so I don’t know how it turn out tbh.  Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Seriously, you have no idea how you ended up kneeling in the middle of your king-sized bed, naked, your two equally hot, horny, and slightly tipsy boyfriends sandwiching you with both of your hands behind your back, a silky, yet thick cloth being wrapped around your elbows down to your wrists.

“Do you trust us, ______?” Jaebum whispered against your ear while he secures the bonds on your arms, holding you immobile.  A chill run down your spine when Jaebum tested if the bond was tight enough before he runs his palm over your back – while Mark slowly wraps his hand around your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he smirks.

“You didn’t answer him, ______.” He growls before running his tongue over your dry lips and the hand that is wrapped around your neck went a little tighter and you moaned before nodding, not trusting yourself to speak because Jaebum’s hands are now on top of your mounds, squeezing them rhythmically while he kisses your (surprisingly sensitive) ear.

“Use your mouth, baby girl.” Jaebum bites on your earlobe and Mark presses his thumb under your chin, making you look at him and you can feel your pussy drip when you saw the lustful look on your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Y-yes.”  Your whole body is fuzzing and there is a dull ringing on your ears.  You cannot remember the last time that the three of you had this kind of moment, where the boys are both feeling dominant and wanting to have their ways with you.

“I – I trust you – I trust the two of you.”  You let out a huge breath when Mark loosened his hold against your neck before leaning to give you a peck on your parted lips.

“Good girl.”

—–

It was a Friday and you told your boys that you will be home late since you just wrapped up another successful project with a new client, so your boss treated everyone in your team dinner. You told them that your friend, Chaeyoung, who is also Mark’s friend, will drop you off so the two of them need not to fetch you or pick you up from the restaurant.

When you got in to the house, it was really dark, so you assumed that your boyfriends are already sleeping in the room.  You turned on the lights on the foyer before removing your shoes and coat; slipping on your house slippers before dropping your tired body on the huge couch in the living room.

It has been a tiring month at work to say the least.  You can count on your five fingers the times when you come home early, and on the other, the times you didn’t work on a Saturday or Sunday.

Jaebum and Mark would take turns in taking and fetching you from your office especially if it’s already too late, however, sometimes, you would just book a cab home so that you won’t bother your two boyfriends.  You won’t blame them as well if they get worried, especially when Jaebum once mentioned that your eyebags are becoming more prominent and it shows on your face and body that you are losing weight.

You know that one of them might lash out on you anytime soon, especially Jaebum, if this continues, so you always talk to them about it, being completely honest with what you are doing, and that this is what you wanted to do, then you will partner it with your cutest smiles, warmest hugs, and sweet kisses, which you know both cannot resist.

You stood up from the couch when you were able to stretch your tired limbs and back enough before going to the kitchen, turning on the lights before opening the fridge to find a bottle of water.  You closed the refrigerator door, and just when you’re about to uncap it, you felt two large arms circling your waist and you let out a loud shriek, causing the bottle to drop on the floor.

“Sshh… It’s me, baby girl.” Jaebum buries his face against your neck before placing a light, lingering kiss while his hands are gripping your waist tightly, pressing your back close to his naked chest.

“You scared me!  Why do you have to sneak on me like that?”  You slap the arm that is wrapped around your middle and you giggled when Jaebum laughs against your neck.

“I just want to surprise you, babe.”  He kisses your jaw and you roll your eyes even though he cannot see you.

“How did you manage to get here without me hearing you?  You sure inherited Nora’s skills already.”  You turn your head to meet your boyfriend’s gaze before lifting your hand to cup his cheek.

“How’s your day been, baby?” You placed your hand at the back of his neck before running the pad of your fingers against his scalp and Jaebum leans against your touch.

“It was alright – what about yours?”  He kisses your temple before resting his hands top of your clothed stomach.

“Tiring, as usual, though we had successfully got the project, so things would be slowing down the next few weeks for sure.”  You continued massaging his scalp while Jaebum starts pressing little kisses on your cheek, your jaw, down to your neck.  You tilted your head to side so that Jaebum would have better access to your sweet spots, and you tittered when he sucks lightly below your collarbone at the same time his hands travel up to your clothed breasts.

“What are you doing?’  You asked breathlessly when Jaebum presses his body closer to yours, his naked chest clashing with your back and you can feel him starting to grind his clothed crotch against your ass while he deliberately pops the buttons of your blouse one by one.

“What do you think I am doing?” Jaebum bites on your earlobe before licking on the shell of your ear and you moaned when Jaebum untucks your blouse from your pants before reaching behind you and unclipping your bra; lifting them on top of your chest, freeing your mounds for him to grope and squeeze without any barrier.

“W-wait – Jaebum – I – oh fuck –“ Your words were cut short when your boyfriend quickly pushes you against the door of the fridge, letting out a shriek when your cheek and now naked breasts met the cold, metal surface.  He slides both garments down your arms before throwing both on the floor.  You shivered from head to toe when Jaebum lets out a deep groan when he closes the gap between your bodies again, his half-hard erection now aggressively grinding against your behind.

“Having fun without me?” Your head snapped to the side and saw Mark, who is also half-naked, leaning against the wall at the entrance of the kitchen, oh fuck me.

Jaebum didn’t seem to be fazed by Mark’s presence, instead, he pushes your hair to the side before his mouth is on top of your shoulder while his hands are holding your hips in place as he continues to roll his own hips against yours earnestly.

“M – Mark… Ah!!”  Your head fell back against Jaebum’s broad shoulder when Jaebum digs his teeth on the juncture of your nape and shoulder as he synchronously pushed your ass against a particularly hard dry hump.

“You two look so damn hot…” You hear Mark’s deep, growling voice from a distance and your hands are now balled into fists against the metal surface and you are letting out soft mewls while Jaebum laves his tongue over and over the bruise that he had left on your neck.  All of a sudden, Jaebum pulls away from you and without Jaebum’s body supporting yours, you felt like your shaky legs are going to give out on you but Mark is quick to be on your side, turning you around before trapping your body against the fridge door, lifting both of your arms above your head. His body is now covering yours completely as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, down to your neck, before he presses a kiss on your chest.

“M-Mark –“ You gasped when Mark lowers his face to suck lewdly on one of your nipples before his sharp teeth grazes the tip; running his wet tongue over the now hard nub before switching sides, delivering a more intense suck on the other before biting on it deeper and harder; and you can feel your pussy constrict with each bite, suck, and lick on your now swollen nipples.

Jaebum reappears behind Mark and he replaces Mark’s hands that are trapping your wrists against the cold surface and he kisses Mark’s shoulder while the other boy fondles with the button of your jeans and you pressed your legs together at the view of Mark and Jaebum’s hungry and lustful eyes as they stare at your half-naked form – making you squirm in front of them.

“Is our baby girl getting excited?”  Mark bites his lip before he continues to fumble with the button of your jeans and he turns his head to the side, pressing a small kiss on Jaebum’s jaw while the other continued to stare at your flushed form.

You were taken aback when Jaebum suddenly leans forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss while Mark kneels on the ground to press light kisses on your stomach before snapping the button of your jeans, pulling the zipper down as he continues to kiss the skin that is being revealed as he slowly drags the garment down your legs. Your mewls are completely swallowed by the man kissing you as the man below started to bite on the thin skin on top of the waistband of your panties.

Jaebum didn’t stop kissing you until you felt your throat constrict with the lack of oxygen entering your airways.  You started whimpering against Jaebum’s mouth and wiggling against the tight hold that he has on your wrists.  Jaebum finally spared you some mercy and finally released your lips and you suck in a huge breath, making Jaebum chuckle evilly as he run the pad of his thumb over your abused lips.

By the time that you have exhaled the air that you sharply inhaled, Mark now has both your underwear and jeans pooling at your ankles.  Mark stood up and stepped to the side as Jaebum lets go of your wrists, wrapping your arms around his neck before crouching in front of you, grabbing your thighs and lifting you off of the floor, leaving your clothes behind, allowing you to drape your legs around your boyfriend’s middle, your back still resting against the refrigerator.

“Let’s get you to bed, baby girl.” Mark bites on your earlobe and you felt yourself being carried towards the direction of your bedroom.

That’s how you ended up in this situation – your arms are tightly bounded behind you with your consent, of course, and the smile on your boyfriends’ faces made your worries disappear all at once.  You know that they’re not going to hurt you, and just like what you’ve told them earlier, you do trust them, both of them.

“It has been what, a month? Baby girl, you have no idea how much Jaebum and I had missed you…”  Mark caresses your cheek before kissing your dry lips, while Jaebum presses a few more kisses on your back as his form of agreement.  Mark and Jaebum switched places, so Jaebum is now in front of you and Mark behind you.  Jaebum sits on the bed, taking you with him by your shoulders as he leans against the headboard.  He guides you on your knees before cradling your jaw with his hands.

“Tonight, you will be a good girl, and do whatever we say, baby.”  Jaebum whispers against your ear and you moaned when he licks the shell of your ear and you felt your other man separating your legs slowly and you can feel the anticipation thump heavily against your veins.

“If you want us to stop or if you think it’s too much, you can always use the safe word, okay?”  Mark says as he presses a kiss on each of your butt cheek.

“Y-yes.”  You moan out your response and you gulped heavily when Mark bends you over so that your face is directly facing Jaebum’s crotch while he sticks your ass further up in the air.  Your body shook when you felt Mark’s hot breath grazing your wet core as he spreads your ass cheeks to reveal your glistening folds.

“You’re so fucking wet. Being tied up like this turn you on so much, ain’t it?”  Oh yes, the king of dirty talk, Mark Your boyfriend presses another chaste kiss on your ass before breathing on your folds, causing you to let out another shuddering breath.

“What?  He hasn’t even touched you yet, baby.”  Jaebum smiles; amused with how your body is reacting to every single sensation.  You wanted to roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s retort; but you do know that you will be in huge trouble if you do so, so you just kept your gaze fixed at Jaebum’s crotch, staring at the outline of his hard cock through the thin layer of clothing that he is wearing.

“Do you want to play with my cock, baby?”  Jaebum lifts your head up and you bit your lip before nodding.

“Say it.”  He says through gritted teeth before lifting your head higher so that you would meet his eyes.  Always the more dominant one, you thought.

“I wanna play with your cock, Jaebum, please let me suck you off…”  You lick your lips hungrily and Jaebum shrugs, but you do know that his cock just twitched at your statement.  Not long after, he frees his hard dick from its restraints, and Jaebum pushes you towards his cock through your hair.  Your mouth watered at the sight of the precum on the slit so you didn’t waste any more time, you lick the slit slowly before pushing the head inside your mouth, sucking and licking around the head, trying to set a rhythm. Mark keeps a tight hold of your waist while Jaebum holds your head in place by gripping your hair and shoulder to prevent you from falling, since with your bounded hands, you won’t have any leverage.

When you are about to resume sucking your boyfriend off, you were caught off-guard when you felt one of Mark’s large palm landing loudly on one of your ass cheeks, making you let out a loud “Fuck” instead.  Before you even had the chance to react, Mark buries his face between your folds while Jaebum pushes your head back against his dick – the man being blown groaning at the feeling of your moans and whimpers surrounding his girth as Mark began sliding his tongue inside your hole, collecting your wetness before running his tongue over your clit.  He flicks your clit in harsh circles before enclosing his mouth on top of the small mound, sucking harshly which made you rock your hips against your boyfriend’s face, the dick inside your mouth twitching because of the sounds that are escaping your throat.

“Take more of it, baby girl.” Jaebum pushes his dick all the way in your throat at the same time as Mark slaps both of your ass cheeks while still sucking the life out of your clit.  You felt the head of Jaebum’s dick at the back of your throat and you hold him there as you tried your best to swallow and slurp around his member while your pussy and ass are being tortured in the best way possible.

You coughed loudly and gulped a huge amount of air when Jaebum withdraws his cock from your mouth, but it was quickly replaced by a loud scream when you felt three of Mark’s fingers easing its way inside your drenched slit.

“So fucking wet, can you hear how wet you are, ______?”  Mark pushes his long fingers in and out of your drenched slit at a brisk pace and you are finding it hard to keep still; with both of your hands bounded behind you, you can only seek balance from the men behind and in front of you.  Your upper body is resting against Jaebum’s thighs and you wanted to continue tasting his member, but Mark started to slowly lick around your tight rim, and your whimpers and moans of pleasure started to escalate – followed by a string of curses and profanities.

“Goddamit, Mark!”  You cried out when Mark bites on the thin skin of your asshole before giving it a hard suction while his fingers set a punishingly fast rhythm, hitting that spot in you that makes your legs and whole body shake.

“Lift your head, baby.  Mark is not the only guy here.”  Right.  You had almost forgotten about the boy in front of you because your vision and brain is starting to get bleary.  

“Give your other boyfriend attention or something, ______.  He’s pouting.”  Mark pulls away from your hole before resuming playing with your rim and you tried your best to lift your head to gaze at your other man.  Despite the pleasure building up at the pit of your stomach, you let out a small chuckle when you saw that Im Jaebum, indeed, is pouting.

“You feel neglected, Bummie?” Your words were released in harsh breaths as Mark inserted his tongue agonizingly slow inside your tight hole while he buries four of his fingers deep inside your contracting walls.

“Shut up!”  Jaebum growls but you can see his cheeks are tinted a dark shade of pink.   He lifts your upper body slightly higher before groaning;  “If you don’t resume sucking me off, I will ask Mark to stop, how fun you think will that be, baby?”  He ghosts his lips over your jaw, up to your ear, and you cried out when Mark withdraws his tongue from your hole and he is slowly dragging his fingers out of your pussy, teasing you.

“Fuck!  Jaebum – please – don’t make him stop.  Fuck my mouth, I want it – put your cock back in my mouth, please!” You know you sound desperate, and you did not care at the moment – you want to cum so bad it almost hurts, it is also not helping that Mark was indulging your more dominant boyfriend by not moving his fingers but kept them buried deep inside you.

“Less talk, more work baby girl.” Jaebum smirks as he guides your mouth back on top of his cock.  You lowered your face to his dick while not breaking eye contact with Jaebum, making him growl when the head of his hard cock reached the back of your throat.

“Fuck.”  Jaebum grunts and Mark took this as a go signal to continue fucking you with his long fingers, this time, he wasn’t holding back.  He pistons in and out rapidly and the dick inside your throat twitches ever-so-slightly when you moan or cry out loud with the pleasure.  Jaebum lifts your tear-stricken face and you inhaled a huge amount of breath when Mark’s mouth is back on your asshole, sucking lewdly and your body fell limp against Jaebum’s as your orgasm washed over your entire being – your body thrashing and wriggling tremendously.  Despite the deafening buzz against your ears, you can still hear the hard sucks of Mark’s mouth on your asshole and the squelching sounds of his fingers continuously fucking your overly wet core, and it only heightened your still on-going peak.

You thought that the boys will spare you at least a few minutes to recuperate from your huge orgasm, oh how wrong can you be.

As soon as Mark pulls his drenched fingers out of your hole, he uses your juices to lube his cock before thrusting in to you in one go, bottoming out while his clean hand grips your hip so tight that you are sure you will see bruises in the morning. Mark started to move languidly, pushing his hard cock in and out of your still contracting walls and you grip your hands together, digging your nails against your palms as Mark started pounding in to you, your ass hitting his abs at every thrust.

“You are so fucking tight, baby girl.”  He growls against your hair while he brings his drenched fingers in front of Jaebum. Jaebum lifts your chin up to meet his eyes as he sucks his boyfriend’s fingers clear of your juices which make you clench around Mark involuntarily, drawing out a groan from the man behind you.

“Goddamit, you feel so fucking good around me.”  Mark snaps his hips up before pulling his now clean fingers out of Jaebum’s mouth, circling his arms around your waist, pushing you flat against his toned chest, hitting your sweet spot at the new found position which made your eyes roll at the back of your head and for a cuss to slip out of your dry lips.

“You hit, jackpot, Mark-ah.” Jaebum chuckles at your wrecked form and Mark just smirks against your neck as he continues to fuck that same spot and you are sure that it won’t take long for you to cum again.  Jaebum stood up on the bed in front of you and pulls at your hair and your eyes snap open.  With his huge dick in front of you, you do know what he wanted.  You opened your mouth wide enough to accommodate his hard length and Jaebum hisses at the feeling.  You suck as hard as you could as his length when down your throat again, trying your best to keep up the pace even though you are being wrecked by the slightly older male behind you.

Jaebum holds your hair and nape in place as he started to lose control, he cannot help himself because your mouth is so warm and your lack of gag reflex is such a blessing for him and Mark. He fucks your throat roughly and you didn’t mind, actually, not when Mark reaches below to draw the digit eight against your clit while he continues to slip in and out of you.  

“F-fuck – Damnit, I’m cumming, baby girl.”  Mark buries his face against your neck and you want to tell him to let go, but your mouth is busy, so you purposely clench your walls around him as taut as you possibly can and Mark lets out a throaty groan followed by a long call of your name (and some unintelligible cuss words) as he cums inside you violently.  You can feel his seeds filling you up and your pussy contracts even more at the feeling and even though Mark is drained, he didn’t stop thrusting and rubbing your clit until your body went stiff, your 2nd orgasm much more powerful and nerve-wracking than the first one.

Jaebum felt the vibrations of your moans and cries and he was getting close too, but he has other plans, so he removes his cock from your mouth before sitting on the bed with his back resting against the head board once again.  Good thing Mark is still gripping your waist because if not, you would have fallen on your face with Jaebum being a bit far from you.

Mark is still breathing heavily against your neck, pressing little kisses and sucks against your sweaty skin as you try to gain control of your own breathing and body.  You are still convulsing and your head is rested on Mark’s shoulder with your chest heaving up and down at a crazy rate and your legs trembling against the bed and Mark’s thighs.  Mark kisses your neck one last time before pulling out of you slowly, making you mewl silently as Mark cradles you against his arms.  You are about to doze off but a loud snap of Jaebum’s fingers knocks you out of your slumber.

“We’re not yet done with you, baby.  I haven’t cum yet.”  He makes a mocking tsk-tsk sound and Mark chuckles behind you, murmuring a “jealous” but didn’t disagree.  Despite his shaky legs, Mark managed to keep you up, walking towards Jaebum by his knees. Jaebum, sensing that his boyfriend is a little tired already, took you in his arms before sitting you on his lap. He murmurs a weakling to you and Mark and Mark just huffs, too tired to actually say something, before lying on his back in front of him.

Your arms felt numb by how hard it is bounded and you wanted to ask them to remove it, but Jaebum was quick to cradle your face with his hands, kissing you hard, slipping his wet muscle inside your mouth.  He grips your nape as he kisses you deeper, swallowing all your whimpers as he rolls your hips against his erection, your sensitive clit brushing against his length, your juices and Mark’s cum coating his achingly hard member.

Jaebum bites your tongue and lower lip before muttering, “Let me fuck that pussy – baby girl.” as he continues to grind his hips against yours more aggressively.

“P-Please…”  You are sore, yes, but you know that you owe Jaebum his own high, and another orgasm would definitely be good, won’t it?

Jaebum smiles evilly at your fast response.  “Turn around for me baby.”  He groans and you tried to sit up and turn around, but your jelly limbs failed to cooperate so Jaebum just did the work for you.  He let you regain the feeling of your legs while he massages them slowly.

“Come on baby, I need to be inside you right now.”  Jaebum bites on the thin skin of your nape and you moaned before lifting your hips slowly, directing your hole drenched with Mark’s cum and your own juices against the head of Jaebum’s member.

“You’re so fucking wet…” Jaebum grips your bounded wrist while the other is at the side of your hip.  You looked down as you slowly inserted the swollen head inside your wet slit, taking it easy since it wasn’t even 5 minutes since you last came. However, Jaebum’s patience is thinning and he wants to be inside you so bad so he pushes you against his hard-on by your bounded arms and hips where his hand is leaving red marks against. You squealed when your ass hits his pelvis and Jaebum hisses at the feeling of your cramped walls surrounding his length.

“Fuck, how do you manage to be so damn tight.”  Jaebum murmurs in disbelief as he kisses your shoulders, your neck, your jaw and tears are now lingering beneath your eyelids.  Jaebum removes his grip from your arm before grasping both of your hips, massaging them slowly to help you relax.

“Move, baby girl.”  He growls against your lips and you nodded before slowly rocking your hips against his length.  It is not much but it is more than enough to send tingles up your spine and for whimpers to leave your lips.  Your bounded hands laid flat against Jaebum’s upper stomach while you continue to move, your body making slow, wave-like movements.  Mark is just watching the two of you with both of his hands on top of his head, biting his lower lip with the sight.

The grip on your hips tightened a fraction and you screamed when Jaebum suddenly delivers a hard plunge upwards, finding your g-spot immediately and your body fell forward, your hips stopped moving altogether at the sudden pleasure that coursed through your veins.

“I didn’t say you can stop, baby girl.”  He bites on the side of your jaw and you threw your head back against your boyfriend’s shoulder before convincing your shaky knees that you can actually carry yourself up.  You managed to do so, luckily, and you started bouncing up and down your boyfriend’s length, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.  Jaebum started to meet your thrusts halfway; rumbling and groaning against your sweaty back while his hands never left your hips, which he uses to push you against his sinful plunges.

Mark felt himself getting hard again at the sight of your sweaty body right at his face.  Your lips are chapped, red, slightly bitten, swollen, and red from too much biting and kissing, some parts of your neck are littered with marks and your breasts are bouncing up and down swiftly.  The look on your face screams pleasure, and Jaebum is equally wrecked behind you, his eyebrows are furrowed and he is sucking and biting on the skin that his lips can reach.  Mark cannot hold on much longer when you let out a loud cry when Jaebum bites on the other side of the juncture of your neck and shoulder; he sits up when he saw your legs closing and opening, your whole body tensing and quivering, it seems like Jaebum had brought you to completion once again.

There are white spots behind your eyes when you had reached your peak again, your nails are scratching the wet skin of Jaebum’s chest as he continues to fuck you while your body is still quaking from that mind-numbing orgasm.  You do not know if you can hold on much longer at this point, your whole body is tired and you can feel sweat from everywhere, but the dick inside you is still rock hard and didn’t falter one bit.  You can hear Jaebum’s ragged breathing behind you and he stopped jerking, but his hands are still guiding you to undulate in his lap.

“J-Jaebum – please…”  You whine and you are about to lean back to rest your head on his shoulder again when you felt Mark’s hand cradling your face, wiping the tears on your cheeks and eyes as well as the sweat that got stuck on your forehead.  Mark kisses you slowly, delicately, afraid that you might break soon and you felt your chest about to burst.  His hand is caressing your face and neck, tracing the marks that both of them had left and you shivered heavily, while Jaebum’s dick is still painfully hard and throbbing inside you.  

Mark looks at you lovingly and runs the pad of his thumb over your lips before kissing you again, deeper and more fervid this time, making your insides twirl.  When Mark’s tongue finally come to play, the man behind you resumed fucking you briskly, and you squirmed against their rigid hold against your hips and neck.

“You look so beautiful, baby girl…”  Mark kisses your neck, licking the sweat that got collected at the base of your throat, but your focus is dwindling every now and then.  When Mark encloses his beautiful mouth over your sensitive nipple while the twin is being tugged, pinched, and circled, you thought that you are going to lose your mind.  Jaebum’s thrusts grow harder, devious, and sinful by the minute and the pain and pleasure of oversensitivity is making your head swim and for your heart to beat erratically you’re afraid it’s going to come out of your rib cage.  Mark switch sides just as Jaebum circles his muscled arms around you, your back almost clashing against his chest, (the bounded arms were on the way, pfft) trapping you against his thrusts and Mark’s mouth and hands.

“Goddamit, _____…” Jaebum’s plunges are becoming unsteady and faltering the slightest bit, a telltale of his growing pleasure.  You are surprised that he held it this long though.

“Fuck, you are so fucking perfect, you are going to make me come… FUCK!”  Jaebum snarls when you clench around him and Mark pulls his mouth away from your now swollen nipples.

“M-Mark – help me out, I’m not going last long.”  Jaebum growls and he is just seconds away from coming, but he knows that you are still a good way to reach your fourth orgasm of the night.

Mark immediately understood and he locks eyes with you before he places both of his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them and quickly enclosing his mouth on top of your mound. The scream that you let out is inhumane, and you can feel each and every swipe and lick of Mark’s tongue against your sensitive clit, as well as the alternating harsh and soft sucks by his skilled mouth, and you are sure you are going to pass out after all of this.

Your walls began to constrict even tighter around Jaebum’s length because of Mark’s mouth and he cannot hold on much longer.  He came inside you with a breathless, loud groan, his cum squirting out of his slit and you can feel him filling you up.  Jaebum’s breaths came out as pants as Mark continues to suck the daylights out of your clit until your limp, tired, and exhausted body grew stiff, your fourth orgasm of the night completely draining your strength and vitality.

Mark continued its torturous suctions on your clit to ride out your high while he pumps his rock hard length. He actually started jerking off the moment Jaebum had fucked you mindless, and he moans aloud making him tug your clit between his teeth – which made you jerk out of the boys’ grips – before pulling away completely.  Mark kneels in front of you before pumping his length vigorously, groans and moans slipping out of his glistening, plump lips.  He presses your lips against yours when he finally came, spilling his cum all over your stomach and mound.  His lips and tongue tasted like you and he didn’t stop kissing you until he had rode out his high.

Jaebum has his head leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed, totally exhausted and you are equally, or maybe more, spent.  Mark – who is no less wrecked than the two of you, manage to lift you off of Jaebum and you whined at the loss of contact.  He lays you down on the bed on your stomach just below Jaebum’s feet and slowly untied the bounds on your elbows and wrists.  He sighed heavily upon seeing the red marks that the thick cloth had left on your skin, as well as the marks that his hands left on your ass cheeks – which made them rosy and a little bruised, which made Jaebum’s eyes snapped open in panic.

“Baby, are you okay?”  Mark gently turns you to your side and places you on his lap, careful not to let your sore cheeks touch the sheets.  You giggled when Jaebum asks the same question twice, along with a couple of more sorrys and “shit this looks like it hurts” while he massages and kisses your lower arms and ass, while Mark kisses the purplish spots him and Jaebum left on your neck, shoulders, chests, and breasts.

“Boys, I’m okay.  Aside from my numb arms and sore pussy and ass, I’m all good.”  You tittered and both men let out a sigh, though you’re sure they’re not that convinced.

“We’re still sorry.  We were never this rough before.”  Mark says and you snorted, making your eyes snap open and for the two men to look at you curiously.

“Maybe you; but not this other guy.”  You tilted your head towards Jaebum’s direction and he gasps in surprise.

“She’s right though. Remember our first night?”  Mark smirks at Jaebum and the younger just huffed in amusement.

“Fine.  But who’s better at aftercare, huh?  I always do.  Stop making me look like the bad guy here.”  He sounds frustrated but the caresses and touches that he has on your sore and tired muscles are the exact opposite.  Well, you and Mark have to give him that.

“Since you are better at ‘aftercare’ Jaebummie, why don’t you prepare the bath so we can all shower together?”  He winks at his boyfriend and the younger slumps on the bed before wiggling his body in disagreement.

“How could you throw a tantrum at me?  I’m older than you by all means, now get your ass up and fill the tub with warm water!” Mark kicks Jaebum’s shin and the younger let out a groan but quickly complied, but not after ruffling the elder’s hair affectionately and kissing you on the lips longingly.

“I’m only doing this for our baby girl, remember that Mark-ah.”  He scooted inside the bathroom and you and Mark chuckled at Jaebum’s childish acts.

“Baby, can you sit up?” Mark asks and you nodded.  The boys are great in massaging your numb arms and legs ‘til they gain their own senses.  You turn around so that you are sitting on Mark’s lap as you hear the faucet being turned on inside the bathroom.  Mark guides you to wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes you closer to him, he groans when you hit his flaccid member and you giggled.

“You sure you’re okay?”  He kisses your lips before nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“Yes.  That was… actually really amazing.  Four intense orgasms?  I’m in heaven!”  You rub you nose against Mark’s tall one and he smiles his shark-ish smile.

“Good.  I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby.”  He presses chaste kisses against your mouth until you are both laughing and wiggling against each other’s holds.

“OK lovebirds the bath is ready!” Jaebum opens the bathroom door and Mark snorted.

“Jealous.”  He murmurs and you pouted, lifting your arms in front of Jaebum and he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Carry me Bummie.”  You flutter your eyelashes at him and he shakes his head but complied.  Soon after, the three of you are inside the huge tub and trying your very best to actually take a bath, but with two old boys in the tub, it was nearly impossible because they started playing with the bubbles and splash water against each other, which ended up on you because you are in between them.  When you got fed up, you pinched both of their ears and both men stopped fooling and playing around.

The warm shower and bath really helped easing the pain of your sore bodies so after drying yourselves and putting lotion on the bruises on your backside, the three of you put on some comfortable sleeping clothes, before lying down on the king-sized bed, with Mark and Jaebum on either side of you, cuddling you to oblivion until you three had fallen into a deep, peaceful slumber.

It was a fantastic night.

I HOPE THIS WAS OK HAHAHA.  And the final chapter will be up soon :)

Part 5

[franeridart]

I absolutely adore every single KiriBaku thing you draw. They’re so pure and I love them.

;O; !!!!! thank you holy heck!!!!!

Anon said:Fran i missed your hq fanart, it was so good seeing some more from you!

I’m happy you liked them!!!! I missed drawing them too, really !!!!

Anon said:Imagine this - BNHA kids like It kids. Also love your art!

But I haven’t watched It :O and thank you!!!

Anon said: Is it ok if fictionkin people reblog your art and tag it as kin or anything of the sort?

Sure! People are gonna do so anyway whatever I say after all, and this seems like a really silly thing to get bothered over since it’s not like it hurts me in any way haha

Anon said:Who dabs more, Denki or Mina?

If I gotta pick one I’d say Kaminari, but I sure as heck hope dabbing isn’t still a thing in whatever future bnha is set in, anon hahaha

Anon said:yo i love it when you color your sketches, so pretty!!

OH BOY thank you so so much!!!!! :O

Anon said:I love you and your art so much?? like??? you’re so perfect?? just keep doing what you’re doing because you’re doing fucking amazing

I’m the furthest thing from perfect you’re gonna find, anon haha but thank you so much for the compliment!!

Anon said:thank you for always making me smile.

And thank you cause this ask made me smile, anon!!

Anon said:your coloring skills are improving!!! gosh your art is visibly getting better lately (not that it’s even been “bad”, there’s no such thing!! i’ve always loved it). i don’t know if it’s a good idea to tell you this but i mean it as a genuine compliment!

Are they really??? °O° I wouldn’t have said so, honestly haha but I’m super happy to hear that, thank you!!

Anon said:Are any of your OCs romantically involved? Or are they all just good friends?

Yes and no, depending on at which point in their respective story we’re talking about haha Josh and Chris are in love with each other, and so are Max and Leo (well, their situation is a bit… uncommon, but if I were ever to write their story they’d be together in the end) - I once posted about Gabe and Hector, and by the end of their story they’re in a poly relationship with a girl named Erica I’ve never posted about. Luca has a love (?) interest of sort but he’s not been posted about yet hohoho maybe sometime in the near future. Still deciding about Isa and Ana’s relationship, but maybe. Who knows? That’s about it as far as the ones I’ve posted about go :D

Anon said:your ocs are adorable!! esp ana, I want to know EVERYTHING ABOUT HER (and, yeah, having new ocs is super exciting, like you said! just– being able to figure all that stuff out, actually mould a character of your own– it’s a lot of fun!!!)

Anon said: What are Ana and Isa like? From that drawing, I already think I would want to be friends with Isa! She looks like lots of fun!

She is!! She’s sort of a jock, a bit of a dummy and really loud, she’s easy to make laugh and got the type of laughter that makes you wanna laugh with her so when she’s around the mood is always a good one! She’s not exactly a social butterfly, but she’s got no problems with socializing, knows by instinct how to bend her behaviour to fit with all types of people and has the incredible ability to have every and all awkward situations fly right over her head, she just doesn’t notice them, and that makes it hard to be anything but relaxed when she’s around. She’s actually how she and Ana got in the group, since she’s gym buddies with Leo! She also really really likes ball sports :D

Ana’s an introvert all the way through, on the other hand - she’s really witty and sassy when she feels comfortable enough, and sarcasm is her preferred way of communicating, but if she doesn’t know you/ too many people she isn’t 100% comfortable with are around she comes off as timid and closed off, smiles politely and barely utters a word - people assume she’s the subdued and shy type at first so once she starts opening up it’s always sort of a shock haha she’s got a scientific mind and while she isn’t a “gifted kid” like Chris she likes to learn and study a lot, which is why she ended up having a real great relationship with Chris specifically out of everyone in the group (they like to nerd out together) (Josh isn’t particularly happy about it, the jelly idiot) 

Anon said: I love seeing you drawing and getting asks about your OCs. They have so much personality and it makes me super happy. I hope you’ll feel like sharing them with us more often!

Thank you so much!!!! I’m really really happy people seem to like them too!!!! :O

Anon said:you draw the children so long i love it :0

!!!!! :D thank you!!!

Anon said:Did you now that the voice actor of Tenya is also the one of Kageyama ? (I start Haikyuu because of you by the way, thanks for this and for all your great art !)

I did know!!! There’s a lot of hq va’s in bnha, that’s always made me happy haha

Anon said:Love the new Haikyuu art! Although it’s sad that someone made you lose motivation to draw BNHA :/ Daishou is one of my faves, too. He’s such a doof, love it.

OH BOY I love Daishou so much, I’m glad you like him too! Aside from how much fun he is to draw (and color! he’s a green haired boy and that matters lots to me haha) he’s got so much personality and he’s such an interesting character! I honest to god disliked him with a passion during the nekohebi game, actually haha but that’s how it is with most of my hq faves, after all hahaha glad you liked the doodles, by the way!!!

Anon said:DOGS? SHOUTS? LUCA IS MY KINDA GUY

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY ANGRY SON !!!!!! :D

Anon said:I love Luca! Where did he get his scar?

A fight with some punks back when he was a teen that ended up escalating when knives became a thing that was being used :O he comes off as the dangerous sorta type which makes good people steer clear and bad ones come looking for trouble/ pick fights with him cause they assume he was picking a fight cause of his resting bitch face. Well, he’s an ass so let’s say that at least half the times he had been picking fights, and it’s not like he runs when someone tries to fight him anyway… that’s not the only scar he has, it’s just the most visible one haha

Anon said:I’m kinda freaking out about Luca and the others being italians! It makes me love your OCs even more ahah Btw, don’t know if you’ve already answered this or if it’s too personal but… are you Italian? (Or what nationality?)

Yah I am! :D and I’m super happy to hear you like my kids!!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I just wanted to let you know that you inspire me a lot! Your blog is honestly such a happy, fun place to be. You draw so much stuff, so much cute and sweet stuff regularly and I aspire to be like that! I’m extremely slow at drawing, and I lose motivation or get distracted from drawing easily, but I’m hoping for a day when I can make a blog just like yours; a place where I can regularly draw things that make me happy. I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m!!!! so happy to hear that!!!!! And yeah I 100% understand the being slow and getting discouraged easily, I used to be (and sort of still am) like that too :O my need to be faster is what had me end up with the style I have now, actually haha I hope you’ll find a comfortable style that’ll let you be as fast as you wish soon too, anon!!!

Anon said:I don’t think you understand how much it means to me that you drew an asahi! He’s my fave and he looks precious and pretty in your style! Thank you for this gift :’)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you liked him, then!!!!!!! *O* thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you for drawing Noya! Im sorry it was sort of cause of a shitty anon, I also really enjoy your bnha drawings so im not trying to be all “waaaah go back to hq”, but im happy to see my lightning son and also find out hes in your favs? Yay!

YAH HE’S THE BEST ISN’T HE he’s been one of my top 5s since he first appeared, he’s such a good I’m glad you liked him!!!!!!!!

Anon said:FRAN YOUR NEW HQ ART IM IN LOVE!!!!!! YOU DRAW DAISHOU LIKE A LITERAL SNAKE HES SO SMUG ITS SO GOOD!! AND YOUR OCS!! I WOULD HONESTLY READ A BOOK ABOUT THEM. OR A WEB COMIC. BOTH ARE GOOD. SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS IM JUST EXCITED BC HQ!!!! AND AWESOME OCS!!!! (can you tell that i have a weakness for other people’s ocs, esp when done well) (which you certainly have)

THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS OH GODS !!!!!!!!!!!! Especially about my ocs, that makes me so happy oh boy ;O; !!! And and and I’m super happy you liked Dai! He’s honestly so much fun to draw, for me hahaha

Anon said:I’m sorry that people are being assholes, sending good vibes! I love all your art, I hope you have a good day

This to you and everyone else who’s sent the same type of ask, thank you SO much! You guys are all so incredibly nice and supportive, bless all of you ;O;

Anon said:Dave!!! :D

Dave indeed!!!!!! :D :D

Anon said:your art is Good

Thank You !!!!!!!!

Anon said:omg i love your ocs so much

SOB thank you?????

Anon said:I love how the collar on Kiri’s coat in the ‘Them boys’ post is reminiscent of his pauldrons

……………………………………………….. that was totally on purpose. Yep. Definitely. Hmhm.

Anon said:Anon from before showed me your stuff today and just wanted to say wow I love your stuff what even your art is so good I fuckin love kiribaku and oh my god I swear I must have gone through your whole kiribaku tag and I’m gone your art just made my day

GOSH I’m glad you liked them???? thank you for such a nice message aaahhhh !!!!!!

Anon said:Im cry omg i just realized ur url is franeridart fjhfhf this whole time i thought it was friend art bddnjx

You’re the second person that tells me that in the span of just a couple of days omfg hahahaha it’s cool tho, I wish that was actually the url, it’d have been such a soft one haha

Anon said:hi Kaminari can skateboard he has a skateboard in his room

Kaminari in his room also has a dart board, a basketball and a dj console, and that’s only the stuff whe can see so actually, considering in his likes there’s “cool things” I think he’s the type of boy that tries to pursue any hobbie he might think would make him look cool, so either he has no clue how to use any of the cool things in his room above a vaguely amatorial level or he’s still pursuing all of those interests! Which would actually be super cool! Incidentally this is my preferred headcanon too so, yeah, as far as I’m concerned he knows how to skate. And play basketball. And darts. And also how to dj. He’s a cool kid haha

Anon said:Bless you and your super cute kiribaku ^_^

Bless you for the super sweet message, anon!!!! ;O;

Anon said:THAT JIROU IS SO TINY AND ADORABLE I’M DYING LOOK AT HER SIDE BY SIDE WITH KAMINARI AND BAKUGOU OH MY GOD

Hahahaha I might have actually accentuated that a bit, but she’s about 20cm shorter than the both of them and in a chibi style that’s hard to keep accurate hahahaha but yeah I love my pocket sized girl she’s the best

Anon said:Im so fucking happy because youve been posting (almost?) daily for a few days now

That was my own poor attempt at something similar to inktober, actually! I’ve had a few days through the month I wasn’t at home at all so I couldn’t draw all 31 days, but I think I got close? Maybe? I’m glad you enjoyed it, tho!!

Anon said:you deserve all the love in the world

I’m f sobbing so do you, friend ;u;

Anon said:do you like as*noya?? or, which are your main pairings for asahi and noya :)

I do ship as*noya, but I prefer Asahi with Daichi and Suga (ot3) or with Kiyoko, actually :O while my fav Noya ship is with Tanaka~

Anon said:I have recently fallen totally in love with kiribaku as a ship, and your art is always my favorite to see in the tags. Thanks for drawing those two nerds, and I hope you have a good rest of your day!

Thank you!!!!! This fandom is super full of incredibly talented people, I hope you’ll enjoy it here hahaha

Anon said: I first found your blog searching the Bokuroo tag.I was very happy because it was one of my all time OTPs,but they didnt have much content.Then there you came,with amazing art.Time passed and you watched BNHA.I was absolutely captivated by BakuShima and then I checked your blog and it had BakuShima!!I told myself “this person cant get any cooler”.But today i found out about TetsuKami and I checked their tag and yoU ALREADY MADE FANART OF THEM!!Officially ,you are the coolest person on Tumblr tbh

We seem to have really really similar tastes in ships, anon!!!! that’s so great omfg !!!!!!! :O and I’m super happy you like my stuff still afer all this time hahaha

Anon said:Could I draw some fan art of your ocs?

Oh my god yeah!!!!! please do link me to it if you do!!!!!

Anon said:BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL FOR MAKING SUCH AMAZING ART

BLESS YOU FOR BEING SO KIND, ANON!!!!!!

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DISOBEYED

Nu was in her bedroom waiting for her lover to come back from work. She wasn’t the one to break a rule, well maybe she kinda is, but today she felt like she was in heat and she didn’t want to be punished because Jacob was being rougher on her because the stress from work, but when she’s mad or even angry at him. He teases her physically or sending it by message or voicemail of him moaning her name on the other end of the phone. Nu goes to Jacob bedroom she trying to be quick because he doesn’t like it when someone goes into his room without permission. “One rule broken” Nu quickly runs over to Jacobs bed and pulled out a box and open it. Dildos, Whips, Bonds/Rope, Handcuffs,Vibrators, and etc. Nu pulls out a vibrator. “Second Rule broken” The vibrator she liked to use because it had multiple speeds. Nu sniffed the air and she sighs the room has Jacobs scent. She lays on the Jacobs bed taking in another scent and take off her panties, but keeping the shirt of Jacob on. (Lemon Starts) She slowly slides the vibrator inside her heat. (Third Rule broken) She throws her head back moaning out quietly and turning the vibrator on medium speed. She arches her back a little while moaning louder and then she pulls the shirt up a little and squeeze her breast. Nu turns up the speed making her tremble and yelling out. Nu eyes widen big by hearing a loud slam from down stairs and then loud stomps coming from the stairs. She closes her eyes shut tightly waiting for the burst of the door, and she received it. Jacob bursts into his room completely pissed off. “Nu what the actual FUCK are you doing!?” Yelled Jacob No answer. “Nu I swear to fucking god if you don’t answer me!” Yelled Jacob again giving a warning. She opens her mouth to give a response but to be cut off by Jacob yelling at her again “Look at me when your talking!” She slowly open her eyes “I-I was-s—” she stops because the vibrator is still moving inside her, she whimpers throwing her head back. “YOU WERE WHAT?!?” Jacob yells once more. No answer. “Im done with this.” Jacob says being really annoyed right now. He walks over to his bed ripping the vibrator away from her. Nu gasps and then be flipped over to her stomach she was forced on her hands and knees ass in the air. She hears Jacob shuffling in the box and then feels being tied up. “Now tell me..” Jacob trails off. “How many rules did you break today” he finishs. Nu whimpers. “Only one” said Nu. Jacob chuckles. “No you broke fucking 3” “One is for coming in my room, Second is for going through the toy box without my permission, Third not asking for my permission again to touch yourself, and make that Four because you lied about how many rules you broken. ” said Jacob. Nu shivers thinking about the punishment she might receive. She was about to plea not for one until she was cut off by a slap on her ass. Nu yelped. “Jac-cob! Im sorry, Im sorry-” she kept repeating her apology but was stopped by another hard slap on her ass. She stayed quiet but some yelps and moans slipped out.when Jacob finally stops and looks at nu’s heats and and goes down to her heat and gave it a lick. “aAhhh J-jacobb wait i-im sensitive!” Nu tried to tell jacob to go slow but was to late. Jacob attacks Nu’s heat she squirms still trying to tell him to slow down but he ignored the request. He flips Nu over on her back she gasp but was so replaced by a loud moan by Jacob shoving his tongue inside her heat she squirms under his touch. “Stop fucking squirming or else” Jacob warns. Nu trys to stay still but failed. Jacob didnt move away like Nu thought he would move away and tease her, but he didn’t move away from her heat she began to moan loud feeling a pool in her stomach began to build up she was about to cum. Jacob still didn’t stop. “Jacob! Ple-ase dont-t Stopp!” Nu begged. He didn’t stop still, Nu threw her head back moaning uncontrollably. Jacob throws Nu’s leg over his shoulder and brought his head up and then bring it bang down on her clit sucking on it hard. She couldn’t stop she couldn’t hold it any more she came. He didn’t stop. Nu trys to shuffle away from Jacob. He quickly grabs her other leg and throw it over his shoulder so now he is holding her legs down on his face while sucking her clit even harder. “J-Jacob pleeasssee! Aahh Stoppp!” Nu moans out loud. “But Nuuu you just begged me earlier to not stop.” Jacob mocks while muffling his words still on her clit. She squirms hards trying everything to in her power to get him away from her clit. She feels like she's about to cum again. “JACOB!!” Nu screams out. Jacob doesn’t stop until she was at tears panting uncontrollably, and trembling crazy. She even gave up begging or pleading, Jacob looks up at Nu that right now looks like she’ll pass out any minute soon. He pulls himself away from her clit and lick the rest of nu’s cum off his mouth. Nu looks at Jacob and Jacob looks at Nu straight in the eye and said. “Dont fuck with the rules babygirl.” Jacob got up and left to the bathroom leaving the Nu on the bed panting hard and slowly falling to sleep. Then her eyes opened again quickly realising she’s still fucking tied up. .. … …. She fucked up.

I don’t own the oc’s in this story. Belong to Snails.