#my eyes glaze over them and i go ‘huh i really dug myself into this one’

[tasteless-tea]

Hello and welcome back to my inability to draw grass,,, wjdhchsjaksjxhx

It’s because i’ve never touched grass oops haha. These two have been talking about orcas for five hours btw!!

(Pixiepaw belongs to @breezespirit, Ask blog: @ask-pixiepaw-and-mothkit)

[ID: Digital drawing of Blubberspine, a dark blue cat with lighter blue and green patches, and Pixiepaw, a grey cat with darker grey and light brown fur. Pixiepaw is wearing a purple collar with a mushroom charm and has mushrooms growing in their fur. The two are crouching and talking in a field. End ID]

[cottoncandyqueersworld]

Please go easy on me....it's been a few years since I've written a story let alone letting someone read my trash writing.

Enjoy ~ 

A long and angry growl from my stomach bubbled audibly against the palm of my hand. On any other day I would have been okay with having to skip breakfast....even if it was getting close to dinner time....but we had been walking all over downtown Chicago. I was rightfully starving. 

" Ugh! I don't think I can go on any longer.....I might die..." I whined, hoping for a reaction from the group but all I got was an irritated response from Kyle. 

 " For the last time we don't have time to stop and eat River.... we're so close to the performance spot and if we're even a minute late they'll -" 

" What IS that smell?..." I asked cutting him off in the process. I began looking around to find where the sickly sweet smell was coming from and then I saw it in all it's glory...Rainbow letters spelled out The Yummy Tummy Co. The soft pink building was just screaming at me to come and sample there sweets. I wiped the drool from my face and whipped my head around and looked up at Kyle 

" We don't HAVE to be at the park until 6ish. It's only 4:15 Ky.....give me half an hour. Quick in and out and I'll meet you guys there. " I even gave him a little pout but it wasn't enough. He crossed his arms like an annoyed parent with there child. I was losing hope until an idea hit me. 

"C'mon I KNOW your hungry too....what if I get you something so your not all cranky when we preform huh? You wanna do your best right?" He raised an eyebrow and sighed. 

"25 minutes and half a dozen blueberry glazed doughnuts.... we'll meet you there." I practically jumped in the air and raced to the bakery, barely doing cars as I crossed the busy street. 

I opened the bakery door and a wave of sweet hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt a twinge of anxiety set in as nobody came to greet me....matter of fact nobody else was there. I was alone.

"Hhheeelllllllllllllllllllllllllooooo?" I called out, sightly annoyed that I was gonna leave empty handed. Right as I was about to turn around I saw a plate of brownies sitting on the corner near the cash register with a free sample sign poking out of one of the many brownies. 

"Well....I don't think much harm will come if I just take a few....right?..." My stomach answered with a growl and I grabbed the plate of brownies and was about to sit down when I figured it would be a good idea to grab a drink too....I was about to play for thousands of people....I wanna sound good for all the lovely ladies out there I thought to myself as I scanned the room for something to drink and then I saw the customer fridge stocked with pops and teas but I had my heart set on the Cookies' n Cream milk. I heard kyles nagging voice in the back of my head saying that I shouldn't be messing with dairy because there wouldn't be time for a bathroom break but I shook the thought out of my head and looked at the clock on the wall... 4:17....oh I definitely have time. I sat down and licked my lips as I examined the feast in front of me. A large plate of brownies and 5 20oz bottles of Cookies'nCream milk. With a big smile on my face I grabbed my first brownie in dug in. 

       This was by far the best tasting ANYTHING I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. It was still warm and a just a touch under baked so it was extra gooey. The fudgyness of the brownie accompanied by the chocolate chips that seemed to melt in my mouth kept my tastebuds begging for more. After I finished that first brownie I chugged a bit of the milk and before I knew it I had a good system going. I'd take a few bites than take a huge gulp of milk and I continued this for awhile. 

      I began to feel my belly expand around the 5 or 6th brownie. I leaned back against the counter and patted my belly.  I was starting to fill up fast but they tasted ssooo good. I unbuttoned my shorts, giving my belly more room to grow as I chuckled to myself. I was definitely a messy eater. Crumbs and mostly eaten brownie bits scattered all over. I had chocolate stains on my shirt that and the tips of my fingers. No doubt my face was covered in the choclately goodness. A satisfied burp escaped my lips and I gave my belly a little rub as I unzipped my shorts. I could telly belly was getting really bloated but to what extent I didn't know. I've always kinda had this fantasy about making myself as huge as possible. The feeling of my soft jiggly belly and massive thighs was always a little bit of a turn on. I felt my face heat up as I was making myself excited. I moaned as I felt all the brownies making their way through my digestive system. I felt as if I died and went to heaven. But before I could grab another brownie I head footsteps in the distance. My heart dropped. I wasn't alone after all. Before I even had time to react I felt hands bang down on the counter I was sitting infront of. Thank God for the ledge of the counter that was hiding me. I could tell my the groans and angry noises coming from whoever was behind the counter that they weren't pleased with my little snack. 

"Who the fuck ate all the brownies?? Ugh I JUST made them this morning! I didn't even get to try this new recipe.....WHOEVER did this needs to fess up NOW!" The fiery voice demanded. I was hoping for a quick escape since they hadn't noticed me yet since they had come from behind the counter and I was sitting infront of it I was hoping I could just crawl out and quickly make a run for it but my stomach had other plans as a long low growl gave away my position. Shit. I looked up at the same time a very confused pair of thick glasses looked down at me. I felt my face flush. I considered myself a 'smooth talker' when it came to women but she was different. For once I had nothing to say. My mind went blank. She walked around to the front of the counter and I sheepishly stood up. There was a breaf silence until she asked 

" Where they good at least? I've been trying these different recipes and I thought I finally got it right but I wasn't sure so I left them out as free samples" she was looking me up and down. I had forgotten that my shorts were completely undone and I could have easily put a toddler to shame with how messy I had ate them. 

"Y-yeah they were amazing! You should DEFINITELY keep that recipe. " I finally had enough courage to look up at her. She was a hair taller than me, just under 6ft. She had dirty blonde hair that was down framing for face, and the most beautiful sky blue eyes I had ever seen. She had a Beatles shirt on from their '64 would tour, black jeans and combat boots. I felt my face turn another shade of darker red when I realized I had gotten lost in her eyes. 

"I'm Kat" she said with a smile. 

" River......my name's River." I said with a nervous smile. ' Jesus what is wrong with me? Why is she making me so nervous? Why is my heart beating so fast?' my stomach growled breaking my train of thought. 'why on earth am I still hungry???' I sighed and placed a hand on my belly. 

" Guess I'm still kinda hungry.....would you mind if?....I mean I'll pay of course even though they're free samples I'd feel bad...Oh! And all the drinks......" I reached into my back pocket ready to pay the small fortune but I got no response from her regarding a prince. I looked at her again to only see she wasn't even paying attention to my words. No. She was fixated on my belly. her face was a little flushed with what I'd assume was excitement as she was biting her bottom lip. I quickly pulled my shirt down and began to button up my shorts. ' no worded she's staring at you she probably thinks your a fucking fat pig' I thought to myself. She quickly noticed this and her eyes grew wide. 

 " No no no please don't. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.... Your belly is just so massive.....it's kinda....hot..." She trailed off as she took a step closer. My eyes widened in disbelief. 'hot?? She thinks I'M hot???' damn it. I was at a lose for words again. 

 " You think I'm....hOt?" My voice cracked. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.....

    She nodded her head as she messed with her hair " Yes, very.....but you mentioned you where still hungry?" 

     "Yeah, but I don't think I can eat anymore brownies." I said sheepishly. 

    " Oh? Well lucky for you this is a well stocked bakery. Follow me." With a flip of her hair she  spun around and beckoned me to follow with her finger. How could I say no? I shrugged and without another thought I followed her behind the counter. I could tell things were about to get interesting. 

[cutesuki--bakugou]

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“K-Katsuki~! A-ah, yes!” You dug your nails into your husband’s strong biceps, your teary gaze locked on the way his cock slipped in and out of you, stirring up your walls as he fucked you roughly. With your legs held back by his firm grip under your knees, which both rested on either side of your head, you had the perfect view of his muscular body. His skin, along with yours, was glazed with sweat and your own juices, which peaked in your mind for a split second to bring the realization upon you that this had been going on for a very long time. 

You couldn’t help it, though. Sometimes you just had an urge, a little itch, to wake up your lover with more than just a simple kiss. No, today you had been too enticed by his hard cock, stricken by typical ‘morning wood’, and your desires couldn’t be contained. Bakugou loved it, of course, and was more than eager to please, even in the early morning hours. And pleasure you, he did, until you were a filthy, writhing mess, begging for his cum. 

“You like that, babygirl? Huh, my little cock hungry slut--” Gripping on tighter to your legs, Bakugou somehow pushed them back even further, digging and slamming his cock deep and hard inside you. Leaning your head back, you were completely at his mercy, unable to move and unable to control your voice. You were sure that your neighbors could probably hear you, even if they were in their own homes, but you could really care less about any of that. All you cared about was the pleasure, feeling it begin to peak and roll tighter in your core with each thrust. 

“Yes, yes! I love it, Katsuki--” Toes beginning to curl, you released his scratched-up arms to instead grip onto the pillow above your head, hiding half of your face in the crook of your elbow. “I-I’m going to cum! I’m going to- oh fuck! Fuck!” As the pleasure erupted, your entire body seized, twitching and squeezing around his cock. Breath caught in your throat as your mind nearly went blank, your moans stopped for a moment, allowing you to hear Bakugou’s grunts and curses. 

“Damn it, babe, that’s it--” With a few more deep and erratic thrusts, Bakugou released inside of you for the second time that morning, filling you up with his hot cum. Keeping himself buried inside of you, he leaned over your twitching body, pressing his lips roughly against your cheek and pulling you back into some sense of lucidity. “Feel satisfied now? You can be such a little naughty thing sometimes; waking me up by grinding on my cock like that.” 

His deep voice in your ear sent shivers down your spine, finding the strength to open your eyes and look over towards the digital clock on the nightstand. An hour later, and yet, you could have easily kept begging for more. It wasn’t as if you were neglected in any way, since he always knew exactly how to pleasure you. The problem was that you felt so addicted to it, that you wanted it so often and couldn’t resist. But the day had responsibilities ahead, and it wasn’t on the calendar to have your husband fuck you until lunchtime. 

“It was amazing as always, Katsuki. I just couldn’t resist…” You turned your head, kissing his lips tenderly. “The way I woke up with your cock so hard against my ass,” Another kiss, but rougher this time. “I needed to have you inside me.” 

“I’d fuck your sexy ass all morning if I could,” releasing your legs, Bakugou removed his now semi flaccid member from within you, before moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “Damn meetings.” 

Stretching out your sore and ravaged body, you ran your leg up and down along his back, observing the red scratches that adorned his skin. “How about a shower?” 

“Go for it, stinky.” 

Giggling, you sat up, putting your arms around his neck as you leaned against his back. “No! Not just me,” You gave him a firm kiss on the cheek, ignoring his grumble of annoyance. “Take a shower with me.” 

“You think we can get through a shower together when you’re like a horny crazy woman this morning?” 

“Yes! I think we can do it. I bet you… Well, if I win and we make it through, you’ll cook breakfast. But if you win and we can’t help but fuck s’more, then I’ll cook.” Smiling against his cheek, you watched his expression as he contemplated the deal, before his crimson glare moved to you out of the corner of his eye. Without a word, he stood, leaning forward a bit so you were forced to hold him tighter and swing your legs around his waist so he could carry you. 

“You’re on, babygirl!” 

Getting under the water was like heaven against your sticky, sweaty skin, unable to resist a relieved sigh as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Feels good! We both get so sweaty.” 

Already washing off his body, Bakugou gave a grunt in agreement, though was more focused on properly cleaning himself off. Though, as he got to his arms, he scoffed. “Damn it, babe, you ripped me to shreds. I’ll have to wear a jacket in the middle of summer.” 

Giggling softly, you ran your fingers along your handiwork. “Oh love, this is nothing. Remember that one time you bit up my neck and shoulders really bad, I had hickies and stuff all over--”

“-You mean last week-” 

“- I had to wear a turtleneck. Yes, last week, smartass.” You gave his backend a firm slap as he turned, which only gained you a glare over his shoulder. 

“Don’t slap my ass or we’ll have problems.” 

“But it’s so nice. So firm and sexy.” Leaning up against his back, you had both hands on the corresponding cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “Cute, too.” 

Ignoring your squeezing, Bakugou got under the water to wash off the soap off his body and wet his hair. “Don’t be a pest. Hurry up and wash yourself, or I’ll do it myself.” 

“Oh no, that’s such a horrible idea, please don’t do that.” Voice tinted with sarcasm, you wiggled around to his front, keeping your arms around his torso. As if it were a punishment, Bakugou held both sides of your head as he kissed you roughly on the lips. 

“You’re gonna make me kick your ass. Maybe I didn’t spank you enough.” Smirking against your lips, Bakugou planted a firm, hard slap on your ass, forcing a squeak from you and a tighter squeeze. 

“Ow!! So hard- mmph!” You were silenced as Bakugou kissed you roughly, squeezing your body against his in a tight hug. Although it was intense at first, it was quick to soften, becoming sweet and gentle as you both stood beneath the warm falling water. The butterflies in your stomach that had been fluttering about all morning returned, making your skin tingle and core begin to ache. Already, you wanted him again, but not like before. 

You wanted it slow and sensual up against the shower wall, with the hot water and rugged smell of his body wash surrounding you. Bakugou must have easily able to tell, his hand sliding down along the curve of your ass and between your legs to stroke your sex. Sure enough, the wetness between your legs was slick in comparison to the water, so he was easily able to reach and tease your swollen clit. 

“I knew it,” He growled against your lips, his own desire burning in his crimson glare. “You just can’t resist.” 

“I could never… Please, Katsuki… I want you to fuck me gently, and then afterwards, I’ll cook you a yummy breakfast. Maybe I’ll throw a head massage in there, too, while I wash your hair for you.” 

“I don’t need any incentives from you, babe. But I did tell you that you’d lose. Now turn around and stick your ass out for me.”

[get-your-fics]

Violent Ends - Chapter Nineteen

Red Lights

Summary: Bruce Wayne is addicted to a lot of things to distract from his dark urges, but his addiction to you might only increase them.

Pairing: dark!Bruce Wayne x reader

Series warnings: Violence, language, smut, rape/non-con, stalking, kidnapping, underage drinking, drug use, torture, abuse

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dig.

Throw.

Dig.

Throw.

The sun was setting as I shoveled dirt on top of the freshly dug grave. It sunk below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of blood oranges and russet reds and royal purples. I had found a good spot in the back of the garden obscured by a rose bush and some lemongrass. Usually, the garden looked whimsical and full of life, but now everything looked so dark and bleak. It looked drained of color, like it had gone from technicolor to black and white. Even though it was the end of summer, I could swear there was a chill in the air that bit and nipped at my skin, like I was in the middle of a stark, barren winter. I could almost forget where I was and think I was in an empty graveyard in the dead of night.

Dig.

Throw.

Dig.

Throw.

I kept a steady rhythm as my hands worked. A burning simmer started in my spine and spread throughout my back. It ran through my limbs and reached all the way to the balls of my feet and tips of my fingers. It transformed into a dull ache over time and stung my nerve endings. My hands were rubbed raw and red, and my joints and bones and muscles screamed at me to stop, but I couldn’t. Not until this was over.

My shoulders hunched over as I stuck my shovel in the pile of damp earth next to the grave. I lifted it up and hauled it over my shoulder, launching it into the rectangular hole in the Earth. I could no longer see her face, but six feet below where I stood was a cold, dead body riddled with flies and worms and maggots that crawled all over her rotting, gray flesh and peeled back her blue-tinged skin. Her eyes would be open forever, but never seeing anything. Only black.

Dig.

Throw.

I smoothed over the top of the grave with the back of the steel shovel blade, sifting through the soil. Then, I threw the shovel down next to me and wiped the sweat that had gathered on my brow with the back of my hand. I settled my hands on my hips and stared down at the fresh patch of dirt surrounded by dewy grass at my feet. Maybe I’d plant a row of multicolored tulips there, or a blackberry bush for you, and no one would ever know.

I headed back inside, airing out my sweat soaked shirt that clung to my skin. My muddy shoes left a trail of footsteps on the hardwood floors in my wake, but I didn’t care. I’d clean it later. I came to my bedroom door and found it still closed, just as I had left it. I grabbed the handle and twisted it, pulling the door open.

The room was clean now. After hours of dousing the sheets in bleach and scrubbing the floors until my hands throbbed, the room looked like it always had, like nothing wicked or sinister had ever happened there. But I would always see the blood on the white sheets, the ruby red liquid that had painted the floors and coated our bodies in crimson. Something told me you always would too.

“There’s my pretty girl.” I smiled and stepped towards you, the floorboards creaking under my feet.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs dangling off of the side. You were fresh out of the shower, the blood long gone, and droplets of water dripped from the ends of your hair, hitting the white sheets. You wore a white eyelet dress that compliment your complexion perfectly. It showcased all of the scars on your arm, some old and some new, raised and red and standing out on your skin like brushstrokes on an otherwise blank canvas. You were my masterpiece, covered in blue and purple bruises, and I wanted to hang you up on a wall for everyone to see.

I rounded the bed and stopped right next to you. “How are you feeling?”

You didn’t seem to register my presence, even though I was inches from you, and my voice filled the silent room. You stared at the wall in front of you with droopy, unfocused eyes, your spine curved. I lifted my hand and gently placed it on your shoulder, almost hesitantly. Usually, you would flinch or wince when I touched you, but you didn’t react at all.

“I know what happened was... traumatizing,” I stumbled over my words, “but you understand why I did what I did, right?” I looked down at you and traced my finger along the line of your jaw. “She would’ve taken you away from me.”

Still nothing. It was like my words weren’t reaching your ears. I leaned forward and buried my nose in your hair. The smell of soap and green apple shampoo clung to you. I stepped back and retracted my hand from you. I tilted my head to the side, raking my gaze over your form.

“Take off your dress,” I commanded. Without a moment of hesitation, you gripped the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head. You wriggled out of it and laid it down on the bed next to you. Then you folded your hands in your lap, clad in only a white lace thong.

I walked over to the dresser and pulled out the top drawer. I took out the pocket knife from its usual place and pushed the drawer back in. I walked over to you, the soles of my solid shoes thunking against the wooden floors, and switched the blade out. I stopped in front of you, the blade glinting in the dim light. In one swift movement, I dragged it vertically down the skin of your stomach, creating just a deep enough incision for blood to seep out. It was about four inches long, and the crimson color of your blood stood out on your skin as it trickled down.

I shifted my gaze up to your face. There was no sign of a reaction, no scream, no gasp, not even a twitch. Nothing that showed me you had processed it all. Your eyes remained blank and glazed over, like you were lost in some sort of trance. Part of me desired to cut you again and see how much pain it would take to make you scream, to push you to the edge of death.

Anger bubbled inside of me, and I struck your face with my hand. The clip echoed in the room as your face turned to the side. You didn’t make a sound. “Say something!” I shouted, spit flying. I couldn’t tell whose face was redder, mine from rage, or yours from the blow I had just landed to your cheek.

You looked up at me at last, but it was like you weren’t really looking at me, but through me. “What do you want me to say?”

My mouth fell open, and I stumbled back a step. I drew in a breath. I had broken you. I had dreamed of breaking you for so long, of getting you to bend to my will and do my bidding, that now that I had it, it was bittersweet. I could no longer see you tremble with fear like I so loved to. No more passion, no more emotion. It’s like you were an empty husk, all the life sucked out of you. I couldn’t tell who I had truly killed: Grace, Brant, or you.

I heard a creak come from somewhere inside the manor, like a door swinging on its hinges, and my ears pricked up. “Nothing. I want you to say nothing.” I pointed to the dress on the bed, my eyes glued to the open doorway. “Put that on and stay here. Don’t go anywhere unless I tell you to.”

You started putting on your dress, and I moved towards the doorway. I stepped out into the hall, swiveling my head from side to side. I shifted the handle of the knife in my hand. Drops of blood ran down the blade and splattered on the floor in perfect, dime-sized, ruby red drops. Every cell in my body vibrated, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on edge. I was on high alert. I tiptoed into the foyer to find the double front doors wide open. The carved, oak wood around the lock was splintered, as if it had been forced open.

“Bruce.”

I spun around on my heel to see Alfred standing behind me. He was panting, his chest heaving up and down, and sweat slicked his skin. “Where is she?”

I stood tall, puffing out my chest. “Where is who?” I asked in a condescending tone.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You know who I’m talking about. I know you have her.”

“Well, then you’d know that having this discussion is pointless.” I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms.

His gaze flickered down to the knife in my hand, and he clenched his jaw. “Did you...” He couldn’t bring himself to voice the words out loud.

“Kill her?” I finished for him. He stared at me and exhaled. I scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I try to make it look like she went to Paris if I was just going to kill her?” I pushed off of the doorframe and swung the knife in my hand as I walked. “What a waste of time and effort.”

“I know you care for her, Bruce, and that scares you.” He stepped towards me. “I know you think you’re doing the right thing, but you’re hurting her.” “You say that like you think I don’t want that.” I smirked at him.

His jaw ticked. “Just show me where the girl is, and I’ll be on my way.”

“What, so you can rat on me to the cops?” I snickered. “No, thank you.” “There’s a reason I came here by myself, Bruce, otherwise I would’ve just called the GCPD a long time ago and let them handle it.”

“But you do want to take (Y/N) from me, and unfortunately, that I cannot allow.” I waved the knife in the air as I spoke. “You said it yourself: I care for her.”

“I’m not leaving without her, Bruce.” The look on his face was grim and serious. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” “Whatever it takes to get me back on your leash, huh? I know that’s what this is all about.” I stopped in my tracks and spread my arms out wide. “You want to protect me, to control me, but I can’t be controlled anymore, Alfred. I’m unhinged, and there’s no going back.” I raised my hands in front of me. “Why don’t you stop trying to protect me and put your money where your mouth is?”

He shook his head solemnly. “I don’t want to fight you, Bruce.”

“Really? ‘Cause I do.” I slashed at him with my knife, but he caught my wrist. He twisted my arm in his grip at an uncomfortable angle until I had no choice but to release the handle of the knife. It clattered to the floor noisily. He stepped on it with his shoe and pushed it away. It skidded across the floor and hit a wall before coming to a rest.

He quirked a brow at me. “Then let’s make the fight fair.”

I glared at him and slammed my foot down on his. His hold on my arm loosened just enough for me to slip out of. I bent my elbow and shoved my forearm into his chest. He stumbled back, allowing enough distance between us. I swung my fist at him before he could catch his footing, but he raised his hand just in time to block me. I threw my other hand at him, and his arm shot out to catch it. He pushed me back with his hands on me before letting me go. I fell backwards until my back hit the wall. I lifted my head to see him striking up a fighting stance, beckoning me to come at him with his hands.

My hands curled into fists at my side. I hurled another fist at him with a cry of anguish. He stopped my offending fist inches before it could connect with his face, but I brought my foot up at the same time. I landed a solid kick to his stomach, taking him by surprise and knocking him back. He doubled over in pain. I grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted my leg to knee him in the chest, but he latched onto my thigh before I could.

He swept me off of my feet, and my back collided with the hardwood floor. I laid there for a moment, sucking in air, before placing my hands on either side of my head. I kipped up, kicking him twice in the chest before landing on my feet. He pulled his arm back, and before I could react, his fist slammed into the side of my head.

A sharp, buzzing noise filled my ears, and gray dots clouded over my peripheral vision. My teeth scraped against the inside of my cheek, cutting my flesh. I stumbled to the side and braced myself on the wall before I could completely collapse. I blinked rapidly and shook my head, clearing my vision. The noise faded away, and I focused on Alfred’s face in front of me. His eyes were wide, and his mouth formed a small ‘o’ shape, like he couldn’t really believe he had punched me.

I raised my hand and swiped my thumb at the corner of my mouth. I glanced down at the pad of my thumb to see a drop of scarlet blood there. I looked up at Alfred and grinned. I could feel blood flood the side of my mouth, staining my teeth, and trickle out of my mouth.

I came at him with a flurry of fists, my face contorted with anger. He blocked each one successfully, but I backed him up into the corner of the foyer. He caught each of my wrists and held them above me. He crashed his forehead against mine, and I was sent sliding across the hardwood. I landed on my side, my head spinning, and rolled over onto my back with a groan. I sat up on my elbows and clutched my throbbing head to see Alfred stalking towards me.

“(Y/N)!” I called out, crawling away from him. I reached for a vase of flowers on a nearby table and chucked it at him. He dodged it, and it splintered into a thousand ceramic pieces against the wall behind him. The wall was painted with dry soil, and a sad, wilted flower with a limp stem fell to the floor.

Alfred continued to draw closer and closer to me. “(Y/N), come here now!” I scooted backwards on the floor and grappled for a frame next. I briefly glanced at the photo. It was the picture me and my parents took in the garden on my seventh birthday, bright smiles lighting up all of our faces. I lobbed it at him with a yell, but he once again avoided my assault. The glass in the frame cracked as it hit the wall before dropping to the ground, shards of glass spilling across the floor.

My head bumped into the wall as I moved back as far as I possibly could. I looked up to see Alfred gaining on me, setting alarm bells off of in my head. I looked around for something else to throw to buy me time when I noticed the discarded pocket knife from earlier. I stretched my arms and fumbled for it. “(Y/N)!”

“Yes?”

I raised my head to see you standing in the archway leading to the hall opposite me. Your dress was back on, and a drop of blood ran down your leg. I scrambled to my feet just as Alfred came upon me. He extended a hand out to stop me, but I grabbed onto it, using his momentum to flip him over me and onto the floor behind me. He landed with a grunt, and I dashed over to where you were. I moved behind you and trapped your back flush against my chest with an arm around your waist.

Alfred slowly got to his feet only to see me holding the knife to your throat. “Don’t come any closer,” I warned.

His gaze switched back and forth between me and you, and he swallowed roughly. “You’re not going to hurt her, Bruce.” He shook his head.

I shifted my weight between my feet, fidgeting with the handle of the knife in my hand. You were still against me, like you were lost in some kind of dream, and I was surprised to find that I was the one shaking. “You’re right,” I breathed out after a while. “I’m not.”

The noise was barely audible at first, but I could feel it in my bones. The faint wail of police sirens could be heard in the distance, and it became louder and louder as it grew closer. I narrowed my eyes at Alfred. He had called for backup ahead of time.

Fuck. There was no way I would have time to take him down before the police showed up, let alone secure your safety. I grabbed the magnet hanging from the chain around my neck and touched it to the back of your collar. It gave way, and I tossed it aside. It fell to the floor with a metallic clang and landed face up so the light glinted off of the silver letters spelling ‘Mr. Wayne’s’ in all caps.

“Sorry, Alfred.” I kept the blade of the knife against your throat as I shuffled us over to the open doorway. “It’s been nice to catch up,” I stopped in the doorway and grinned at him, “but I’ve got to go.”

I walked backwards through the doorway and pulled you with me, never taking my eyes off of him for a second. When he was out of my line of sight, I moved the knife away from your throat and let go of you. I looked around for some way to get out of here quickly, and my gaze landed on Grace’s silver Porsche parked at the curb of the circular driveway. I ran towards it and reached for the handle of the door to the driver’s side. Please be unlocked, please be unlocked.

The door clicked open with a satisfying pop. Not only was it unlocked, but her keys laid haphazardly on the tan leather seat. Rich people truly are too careless and trusting. I looked back at you over my shoulder. You were standing idly in the driveway, the skirt of your dress and your hair whipping in the wind. I jabbed at the car with my thumb. “Get in the car!”

At my words, you came to life like some kind of robot. You walked around the car and got in on the passenger’s side. I picked up the keys and climbed into the driver’s seat. I slammed the door shut behind me and jammed the key into the ignition, revving the engine.

“Where are we going?” you asked. I looked over at you, but you faced forward, staring blankly out of the windshield.

The steady thrum of the engine filled the silence that fell over us. I adjusted the rearview mirror and saw the reflection of red and blue flashing lights behind me. I couldn’t go out the gate now or they would catch me. I needed some place close by and discreet, somewhere nobody else would be and nobody else knew about. I tapped my thumbs against the steering wheel. When realization dawned on me, I sat up straighter in my seat. I had almost forgotten what day it was.

“Hold on, gorgeous.” I spun the steering wheel, turning the car off of the path. “It’s about to get really bumpy.”

The car rocked as I drove over the curb. I slammed down on the gas pedal with my foot as I sped through the garden. The wheels of the Porsche ground up any flowers or bushes I drove over and tore up the earth. I maneuvered around trees and stone benches and fountains that blocked my path. When I spotted the back gate, I watched the red arrow on the gas meter tick higher and higher. I clenched my jaw as I ran straight into it at full force. There was a bit of resistance and the crunch of metal, but then the gates flew open and banged into the brick wall. I drove through it and pressed down on the brake before the car could go spiraling out of control.

The paved roads turned to dirt paths, the limestone walls of mansions into towering, striped, slender tree trunks, and the sirens faded into the distance. You were quiet next to me during the drive. You sat slumped in your seat, barely blinking, barely breathing, your lips parted. I wondered if I peeled back your skin and hair and bone and peered into your head, what I would find there. Would it just be black and white, fuzzy tv static? Or would I find myself staring into Grace’s cold, dead eyes?

I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My dark curls were disheveled, and faint bruises littered my skin. I had a scratch on my forehead, and blood stained the side of my mouth. My eyes looked impossibly dark, darker than they ever had before. They were like two dark holes burrowed deep into the earth, and if you fell into them, you would keep tumbling down, down, down, and never reach the bottom. I looked completely deranged and disturbed, like the mask of sanity I had worn for so long had disappeared, revealing the true me underneath.

I stopped driving when the hill got too steep to drive up any more. I kicked open the door and ran around to your side of the car. I wrenched open the door and pulled you out. I intertwined my fingers with yours and dragged you along behind me, our feet crunching the dry grass beneath us.

“Do you know where we are?” I asked, and you shook your head. “We’re at Mount Bristol. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but every year, my father and I would go camping here. We would come up here and place a rock on the top of the mountain. After he died, Alfred tried to keep up the tradition, but it just wasn’t the same. It felt forced.”

The sun was completely gone now and replaced by the moon in the sky. The stars twinkled up above, and everything around us was black. Tree branches seemed to come out of nowhere and scratch at our skin. Your bare feet were caked with mud, and I began to become plagued with exhaustion.

I was starting to think I couldn’t go on for much longer when the plane started to even out. The mountain sloped out as we came to the top, and I nearly bumped into the stack of rocks at the top, almost toppling it over. I stopped in my tracks and stared down at the tower of stones. They were large, flat, rounded rocks piled on top of each other, each one inscribed with the initials BW or TW.

I turned around and looked at you. You were slightly swaying on your feet, like there was a melody only you could hear playing in your head. “Truth is, I don’t know why I brought you up here, gorgeous.” I laughed slightly. “I’m running out of options. I don’t think there’s a way out.” I smiled sadly at you. “I think I’m out of control.”

Suddenly, the sound of sirens filled the air. It was deafening and vibrated the trees. It scared crows, and they squawked as they flew up into the open, night air. The trees around us were lit up in shadowy silhouettes by red and blue flashing lights. Obscured figures surrounded me on all sides, shoulders squared and guns drawn. I pulled you flush against me again and whipped out my pocket knife, holding it to your throat.

“GCPD!” a voice pierced the air, a voice that I had heard many times. Jim Gordon marched ahead of all the other cops, his pistol aimed at my head. “Drop your weapon!”

“One step closer, and she gets sliced open!” I threatened.

Jim halted and raised his hand, commanding all the other officers to do the same. “You don’t want to do this,” he said in his low, gruff voice.

“Is that all you got?” I scoffed, shifting the weight of the knife in my hand.

“Give it up, Bruce!” Harvey fell into step beside Jim. “It’s over! We’ve got you surrounded!”

“It’s not over until I say so!” I shouted.

“Come on, Bruce.” Jim stepped forward and lowered his gun. “You’re not going to hurt her, and you don’t want her to get hurt either. Just put down the knife and let her go.”

My smirk fell from my face, and my jaw clenched. My hand that was holding the knife was trembling. I looked down at you against me. You stood still, not even moving an inch, not a muscle. But it wasn’t out of fear; it was because you were unaware of everything around you.

A single tear escaped from the corner of my eye and slipped down my cheek. I guess it’s really over.

I took the knife away from your throat and pushed you away from me. “Fine.” I raised my hands with a huff. The knife slipped from my grip and fell to the forest floor. “Take me away, detective,” I taunted.

The second the knife was out of my hand, the officers descended on me like vultures on a carcass. An officer came up behind me and roughly jerked my hands behind my back. He slapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and hauled me down the hill. He yanked on my arms until sharp jolts of pain shot through my limbs and pulled me in tow until my feet tripped over one another. He took me down to where a squad of cop cars were waiting for me. He crushed me against one of them, my cheek squished against the window.

“Hey, stop!” I protested. My voice came out mumbled and indiscernible against the glass. “Stop! Stop it! You’re hurting me!”

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law...” the officer continued to read my rights, his voice blaring directly in my ear. But I stopped listening as I saw you being led to one of the other cop cars.

A slew of officers were gathered around you, talking in soothing tones and asking you questions with pitiful looks on their faces. You didn’t say anything. You looked rattled, hugging the fleece blanket they had given you tighter around you. The bright light from the headlights lit up your form, making you look like a ghost. Whatever spell you had been under before was now broken.

The cop put a hand over my head as he shoved me into the back seat of the police car. I leaned my head against the window, my arms awkwardly crushed against the back of the carseat behind me. I stared at the blue and red flashing lights casting across the fogged up window. But mostly the red.

Mostly the red.

CHAPTER TWENTY

[joon-bugs]

Wasted

~I have to remind myself I’m not a complete hard stan at times..Happy late Valentines Day everyone!~ 

“Touch yourself.” The command was natural for him, as natural as it was for you to obey him. You didn’t move at first, weighing the repercussions of your submission. It would just be one night. One night and then you would for sure cut him off. A lie that had been repeated before. 

word count: 2,720

pairing: Jungkook/Reader 

genre: smut  

warnings: swearing, spanking, mutual masturbation, praising

2:30 am. On the dot. A shrill ring jolted you out of your dream state, and you clenched your eyes tight not wanting to give in. In answering you would be letting him win. By the fifth ring you had thrown the covers off and snatched up your phone. He only called when he was drunk, high or horny. Sometimes it was a combination of the three. You braced yourself for the onslaught of breathy pleas and pressed the button on your phone, releasing a deep sigh.

“Y/N..what are you doing?” This was how it always started. He would begin the conversation with an innocent question, something nonchalant to get your guard down. But you knew better.

“Jungkook. Its 2 o’clock in the morning. I’m sleeping.” You furiously rubbed at your eyes and glared at the wall, exhaustion still clouding your brain.

“Without me?” You could hear his pout through the receiver. You rolled your eyes and plopped back down on the bed. Why the hell had you let this kid come into your life? He was nothing but trouble and had broken your heart on many occasions. Maybe you had an affinity for bad boys.

“I’m hanging up now. Goodnight.”

“Wait. I’m coming over. I miss you.” You grit your teeth and twisted the blankets under you.

“No Jungkook. Don’t come here. I don’t want to see you.”

“We both know that isn’t true Y/N.”

“I’m serious, do no-” The line clicked and you stared at it dumbly before realizing he had hung up.

“Bastard.” You let your phone fall to the floor and hid yourself in the bed sheet, creating a cocoon of darkness. You were out again in no time, lulled by the quiet and warmth.

Your relaxing dream state was short lived however, when you sensed a presence breathing heavily in your ear. Your eyes flew open at the feeling and you froze, fear immobolizing you. Cold hands roamed your waist, circling the bare skin of your stomach. You shivered, wondering how this stranger got into your apartment.

“Ohh I’ve missed this.” Maybe not a stranger after all.

“Jungkook what the hell?!” You turned to face the man, recoiling at the pungent stench of alcohol. So that was his poison this evening. His hair was wild, swept messily to expose his glistening forehead. His leather jacket held the faint aroma of an unknown cologne and the distinctive smell of weed. Check and check. You noticed he was still wearing his dirty boots and you grimaced, noticing the clean covers become brown.

“Your shoes!” You hit Jungkook’s leg, indicating for him to remove the items.

“Shit my bad.”  He lazily looked down and shimmied them off, uncaring of how they hit the floor with a loud thud.

“How did you even get in here?” You furrowed your brow and pulled away as he nuzzled your neck. He hummed against your skin and moved to strip himself of his jacket, ignoring your question.

“Jungkook.” You pushed at his shoulder, trying not to give in to how good his lips felt on you.

“What. What?” He gave you a lidded look, clearly not all there if the glaze in his eyes was anything to go by.

“How. Did. You. Get in here?!” You shoved him on the mattress and stood, getting as much distance as you could between him and you. You had learned that serious conversations with him were more effective if you weren’t within touching distance. Jungkook’s attention span was short when it came to talking and he had a way of persuading you into things that you didn't want to or shouldn’t, do. By today’s standards you were fuck buddies, although the idea was only relevant when both parties agreed to meet for said coitus. In the beginning of your encounters, you had been fine with the late night calls and quickies. The sex was great, there was no problem in that sense. But you found yourself wanting more emotionally and expressed this to him. When you told him this, Jungkook had scoffed and ended the conversation by flipping you onto your stomach. You hadn’t brought up the idea since.

You were trying to distance yourself, slowly cut him out of your life. But he either didn’t understand what he was doing to you, or he didn’t care. He was persistent and stubborn, traits you had once admired. Now you dreaded the texts and calls that would come like clockwork. Everyday, without fail. You wrapped your arms around yourself, aware of how naked you were.

Jungkook leaned on his side, his muscled arms showcasing prominent veins. Arms that had gripped you tight on several occasions. You swallowed, willing the images to go away. He bit his lip and gave you a once over, his eyes heated.

“Damn Y/N. How can I focus when you look this good? Come here so I can see you better.” He crooked a finger and you dug your nails into your skin to stop yourself from moving. This was a part of his plan to get you into bed. Compliment then conquer.

“No. You need to leave.” He cocked an eyebrow at your boldness.

“Do I need to punish you Y/N? You know what happens when you don't listen.”

Fuck if that didn't make you wet. You shifted weight to your other foot, trying to hide the fact you were rubbing your legs together. Jungkook smirked and slid to the edge of the bed closest to you. He opened his legs wide, his thick thighs spread for you to see. They were huge, bulging out of the ripped skinny jeans he wore. He leaned back on his elbows and tilted his head back, his body on full display for your eyes to devour.

Black is definitely his color. You mused, noticing how the dark shirt accentuated the contours of his chiseled chest. Walking sin would be the best way to describe him. He was teasing, to see if you would take the bait. You turned your head away, not trusting yourself. You heard him shift.

“You're really gonna be like that? Huh. Okay then.”

Your back was suddenly pressed into the wall, the hard impact taking your breath away. You wheezed in air, your body feeling like it was hit by a truck. You twisted to see the top of Jungkook’s lowered head, before you felt him licking at your collarbone. Your breath hitched as he brought a knee between your legs and began to grind his lower body. You could feel how hard he already was and brought your hand up to grip his arm, to stop him or pull him closer you didn't know. A sudden bite to your throat had you moaning before you could control yourself.

“That's it baby. You know how good I make you feel.” He kissed the mark he made and tilted your head to face him. He engulfed your mouth in a searing kiss, licking the top of your tongue. You resisted, clawing at his arm until he pulled back with a furrowed brow.

“You’re still mad at me. I can fix that, don’t worry.”

You found yourself lifted by the back of your thighs before you could form a response, and you gripped the material of Jungkook’s shirt to prevent yourself from falling. Jungkook carried you to the bed and threw you down, your body bouncing on impact. As you caught your bearings he held the edge of his shirt and slowly stripped, keeping eye contact with you.

“I know you like when I put on a show Y/N.” And he was right. You were a bit of a voyeur and nothing got you hotter than watching someone else.

His jeans soon followed, leaving him completely naked. By the lack of underwear it seemed as if he had planned this meeting. Your mouth watered at the sheer size of him and you couldn't help the heat that flared below. The air had become thick, making normal breathing difficult . Jungkook tilted his head back, his throat dewy and enticing in the darkness of the room.You should stop him. Before this gets too far. Your subconscious nagged you to do the reasonable thing. But it was too late. You were entranced by the taut pull of his abdomen, the sharp lines of his pectorals. He was perfect. God help you.

 His fingers began to slide up the side of his shaft slowly as he let out a long moan. The sound had your toes curling instantly,the sheets protesting underneath you. His thighs flexed at the contact and he pulled his lip between his teeth, wrapping a tight fist around himself. He began to pleasure himself, tugging and pulling until his tip was red and the lewd sounds of his actions echoed all around you. Denying you were already wet would have been a blatant lie. You rotated your hips, pressing them into the mattress to try to relieve some of the ache. Your nipples jutted through the thin nightshirt you wore, adding another painful layer of arousal. Jungkook scanned you, assessing the mess he had made of you. He’d barely done anything..and yet he had you right where he wanted. His free hand placed itself on the bed, and he leaned forward, near your bare leg. You watched it like a hawk, anticipating and dreading his next move.

“Touch yourself.” The command was natural for him, as natural as it was for you to obey him. You didn’t move at first, weighing the repercussions of your submission. It would just be one night. One night and then you would for sure cut him off. A lie that had been repeated before. Jungkook cursed after a particular hard jerk and he lifted his hand, only to slam it back down. The blankets shook at the force and your stomach curled into knots. His eyes were dark, but still shone when they fixed themselves on you.  

“If you’re gonna be bad girl and not listen Y/N, I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours.” You held your breath, testing the limits of his patience. A sadistic gleam flashed in his eyes, before he flashed a toothy grin and you found yourself on your stomach. The mattress welcomed your body softly, a stark contrast to the rough hands kneading the flesh of your clothed bottom. Your underwear was then lowered to your ankles, not completely off.  

“Jungkook..” You twisted your neck to reason with him when the first blow came, the sound sharp like the crack of a whip.

“Ah!” You yelled out, jolting forward to escape the pain. Spanking wasn’t usually a common ritual in your sex life as you weren’t really into pain. And yet, that didn’t stop your lower region from pulsating at his handling. A few more hits rained down in succession, quickly turning you into a sniveling heap. You buried your face in the blankets, wiping away the tears that decorated your face.  

“So pretty..” Jungkook murmured in awe, gently rubbing his fingertips around the abused area. Fire scorched your bottom and you knew you would be sore the next day. So much for sitting. Crying out at the tender feeling you gave in, pleading for him to stop.

“Are you gonna be good now?” He was panting, but kept his voice gentle. You nodded once, compliant though already reaching the point of exhaustion. A soft rub on your back briefly distracted you from the lingering sting and you released a ragged sigh, before the touch disappeared.

“Now..touch yourself baby.” Hypnotized by the deep timbre of his voice and the fog of clustered hormones that clouded your brain, you obeyed. You lifted your hips slightly, giving your hand enough room to get through. Shakily you moved your fingers lower, aware of the heavy breathing behind you. You knew Jungkook’s eyes were staring, watching your every move. You swallowed against the desert inside your throat, your fingers finding their destination.

You were whimpering in no time, already knowing how to angle your digits so that it hit your g-spot.

“That’s it..get yourself nice and wet for me.” Jungkook encouraged, rubbing the redness of your bottom. You bucked at the lingering pricks of pain, which pressed your throbbing clit against the covers. You grit your teeth at the added stimulation, but couldn’t stop your body from repeating the action. Jungkook’s own sounds and movements had increased until he cursed and you felt the weight of him behind you. You stilled your fingers, your face hot with perspiration.

“Jungkook please..” You were beyond caring that he wasn’t supposed to be there, that you had yelled for him to leave. You were so aroused you were quaking, and he was hot. So incredibly hot. He said nothing but you felt his large hands settle on your waist. You took in a shaky breath when the tip of him pressed at your entrance, craving the fullness that would come. Meeting Jungkook had utterly ruined toys and other men for you, a fact that he would have been proud of.

“Do you still want me gone Y/N? Leave you wet and wanting? Maybe it would teach you a lesson.” Jungkook teased, gripping your body tighter. You both knew what your answer would be.

“N-no. I want you to stay..and fuck me.” Humiliation be damned. His breath was suddenly on your neck, blowing the short hairs there.

“That’s all you had to say babygirl.”  

Then in a thrust he hit home, eliciting a high pitched moan out of you. He slipped in with ease, slicked in a mixture of his own precum and your wetness. You clawed at the space around you, your chest heaving. Jungkook wasted no time, withdrawing and then slamming back inside you, propelling you forward.  The bed creaked in protest, squeaking noisily as he set a brutal pace. You weakly tried to meet his thrusts,wetness forming a patch next to your head. You were fucking drooling. Hair clung to your face, blocking your vision of the wobbling headboard. Not that it was much to look at. You lay there, only able to take the fast pull of his body into yours, feeling the building approach of your release. You felt bad for the neighbors, hoping you wouldn’t get another noise complaint. You had no money or time to find another apartment.

“I know you still need this, need me.” He huffed, weaving his hand through your hair and pulling. You winced, but this action forced you to arch your back, providing a new angle. You choked on a scream, clenching your eyes to keep from passing out.

“Tell me how much you want me. I know you do.” He was right. You did want him despite all the warning signs and you hated yourself for it.

“I want you so bad Jungkook, don’t-don’t  stop.” You mewled, contradicting everything you had sworn on. Jungkook growled, digging his nails into your skin, and ground his pelvis hard into your backside.Your muscles were tightening, clenched in preparation of the orgasm you knew would be intense. You opened your mouth to warn Jungkook that you were close, that you wouldn’t last much longer.

A sharp bite to your shoulder followed by the feeling of scorching semen filling you, pushed you over the edge, and you clamped down on your pillow to stop the noises that would for sure ruin your throat. Jungkook jerked twice more, drawing out your own orgasm to the point of pain, and then collapsed on top of you, suffocating you before rolling over. Your breaths rasped out in tandem, sweat beginning to dry on your heated flesh. Jungkook massaged your spine after a moment and then pulled your jelly like limbs to lie on his chest. His heartbeat was loud, thundering in your ears. Guilt and self loathing surfaced at the forefront of your mind, but you shoved it down in favor of taking the comfort of Jungkook’s embrace.

“Can I crash here tonight, Y/N?” It was a lull, low and melodic. You were numb. Emotionally and physically drained.

“Of course.” Next time you wouldn’t answer the phone. It was a silent lie that you would keep repeating. 

Written by Rose

[thinkyoureholy]

Sweet Lies [3]

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Pairing : Byun Baekhyun / [Fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Some Fluff, Smut, Mafia! AU

Words : 2.3k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9.

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-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I kept my head down as Sehun drove us back, the tears of sadness that rolled down my cheeks had soon become tears of resentment. I clenched my hands into fists on my lap, biting down harshly on my bottom lip. I could hear Sehun give a heavy sigh but I didn’t dare look at him. He probably thought my anger was directed to him but he was wrong. I was more than grateful to him, because of him I’d be able to get out of that house and do what I wanted with my own life. The one that deserved all my anger in this situation was Jongin, nobody else but him deserved it.

“We’re here. You should go and pack your things while I go report back to Jongin.” Sehun said, his voice soft as he turned off the car.

I didn’t say a word as I got out of the car, heading inside. I walked passed Jongin’s office and went straight to the room that had given to me the day I was brought here. I grabbed a duffel bag that lay on the closet floor and stuffed the little belongings I had inside. Most of the things I was packing were things I got from Jongin from being here, my past possessions long forgotten. If I could I would’ve just left everything he ever gave me behind but then I’d be left with nothing but the clothes on my back.

-Sehun’s P.O.V-

I knocked on the door to his office, seeing Y/N walk by without even sparing a glance, making her way up the stairs. I heard a muffled come in, opening the door and closing it behind me. I stood in front of his desk, giving him a bow of my head.

“It’s done.”

“Did you take care of the security cameras?” He asked.

“I only had enough time to encrypt the footage of the security camera in her office...the ones in the hallway had to be left untouched.” I said, my jaw setting when a knife went flying dangerously close to my face, hearing it embed itself into the wall behind me.

Jongin had gotten up from his chair, the anger evident in his face, if it wasn’t already evident with the knife he threw my way after I finished my sentence. I remained calm, watching him throw his little tantrum as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, my hands clenched into fists behind my back. After throwing what he could get his hands on at me he settled down somewhat but the annoyance was still very clear in his eyes.

“What are you going to do to fix this?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“If you had let me finish I would've been able to tell you that I did manage to connect the feed to my phone. I can delete it right now and they have no way of tracing it back to me.” I said, showing him my phone.

“Why the hell did you wait to tell me that? Delete it.” He said through gritted teeth.

Okay I must admit seeing him so worked up was more than amusing. I knew exactly why he was like this but he would never admit it to himself. With a smirk I opened my phone and pressed the button that erased all the footage from earlier.

“Now that that's over with...I hope you keep up with your end of the deal.”

“You really think I'm going to let her go when-”

“You promised her. Don't you dare go back on your word because of the feelings you refuse to acknowledge yourself.” I cut him off, my voice harsh as I dug my fingernails into my palms to control myself.

“Why do you want me to let her go so badly huh? Is it because you want her all to yourself? Is that it?” He asked, coming over to stand in front of me.

I couldn't help but scoff at his words, “Look, I don't see her the same way you do okay? But this is not her life. It's one thing for us to be doing this but her? She deserves so much more and you know that! You of all people should know that this is no life for someone like her, no matter how much you train her!”

“What makes you think she's not cut out for this life, huh? She and I had the same-”

“That's bullshit and you know it.” I cut him off, taking a step closer and getting in his face, “You either let her go willingly or I take her, either way I go with her,” I said, seeing him begin to refuse but I stopped him before he could, “I can help with importing things to France.”

“You're taking her out of the country?”

“Can't have him try and track her down. It'll take one hell of a hacker to get through my encryption and we know he doesn't have anyone like that under him but you know how persistent that fucker is.”

Jongin set his jaw at my words but I could see that he was actually thinking it over. He gave a heavy sigh, plopping back down into his chair as he ran his fingers through his hair before cursing softly to himself.

“Fine. I'll arrange for the two of you to stay in Paris. Once there make an account for her and send me the info, I'll be wiring her money for her studies or whatever else she needs. You on the other hand will have to earn every penny I give you.”

“Just like I've been doing this whole time...boss.” I said, a smirk plastered on my face.

Jongin chuckled and rolled his eyes before speaking up once more, “Anything happens to her and your ass is grass.”

I couldn't help but let out a chuckle of my own and nodded. Without another word I left, freezing when I noticed Y/N leaning against the wall by the door. Her gaze was on the floor in front of her but the look she had on her face told all.

“How much did you hear?” I asked with a sigh, stuffing my hands into my pocket as I went to stand in front of her.

“Everything after you said you connected the feeds from the cameras to your phone.” She said, her voice low as her eyes stayed on the floor.

There was a moment of silence between us before she finally raised her gaze, her eyes meeting mine. I was shocked to see them glazed over in unshed tears, a small smile on her face.

“Thank you.” Was all she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

And without another word she turned and headed for the car.

3 years later

-Y/N's P.O.V-

I gave him a huge grin, excited to see the familiar airport. He simply rolled his eyes at me but returned the smile nonetheless. It had been three years since we left and I was more than excited to be back home. At first he didn't want to, saying it could still be too dangerous for me but after some convincing he finally agreed, Jongin on the other hand was harder to convince. I hadn't spoken to him in the past three years, telling him I wanted to come back home a month ago being the first time he heard my voice in three years. He was less than please about me returning home but I was just telling him out of courtesy really. I was going to come back whether he liked it or not.

“So...what's the first thing you're going to do now that you're back?”

“Well first I'm going to get some coffee. Then I’m heading to the hospital.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at my words, his eyes immediately clouding with worry, “Why? Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m fine. I just want to get to know the place I’ll be working at better. It’s been years since I’ve been in Seoul and I don’t even know how long since I’ve been to a hospital much less the one I’ll be working at.” I said, walking over to baggage claim.

“How’d you find a job so quickly?” He asked, catching up to me easily.

“I’ve been looking for the past month.” I said, looking around for my suitcase.

“So that’s why you were in such a hurry to come back…” He said, finally coming to the realization.

I turned to him for a split second, giving him a toothy smile before turning back around and grabbing my suitcase.

……

I ran out of the hospital, meeting the paramedics halfway to the entrance and looking down at the man on the stretcher. The man had a grimace on his face, his hand over the wound on his stomach. I could see he was trying to put pressure on it but his hands seemed weak, probably due to the blood he had lost. I pressed my own hand to his wound, over his own and applied the right amount of pressure to the wound.

“Sir, sir can you tell me your name?” I asked, looking over to the paramedic helping me rush him inside shake his head.

This told me the man was reluctant to give his name and information to them but I wasn’t going to give up so easily, “Sir, I need your name. If you want our help we at least have to know your name.”

He simply groaned out, giving a slight shake of his head. He looked extremely pale, telling me the amount of blood he had lost was far greater than I originally thought. As we brought him in I heard the doctor rush in, another nurse following after him.

“What do we have?” He asked, helping push the man on the stretcher towards the operating room along with the other nurse that came with him.

“Gunshot wound to the abdomen, exit wound on his back. It looks like it missed all major organs but may have clipped the abdominal aorta judging by the location. Multiple lacerations to his arms and chest, all looking to be defensive marks.” I said, listing off what I could see, “Refuses to give his name. Paramedics found no ID.”

“That’s fine. The police can fingerprint him to find out who he is once he gets out of surgery.” The doctor said.

At those words I felt the man wrap his hand around my wrist, making me look down at him, “No...no cops.”

“Then give me a name.” I said, leaning down to hear him better over the noise if he did decide to give me his name and he did indeed.

“Baekhyun...Byun Baekhyun.”

I gave him a soft smile, “Well Mr. Byun I promise you we’ll have you as good as new by the time we’re done with you.”

He said no more as he closed his eyes, seeming to give into the darkness.

……

“Well Mr. Byun you’re all set and ready to go. You’re officially being discharged.” I said with a grin as I walked into his room with the papers he needed to sign.

“Baekhyun. I’ve told you to call me Baekhyun.” He said in a soft voice.

I gave him a smile, ignoring the way the look in his eyes made me feel, “Baekhyun today’s your last day in this place.”

Over the past few weeks Baekhyun and I have gotten closer, though relationships like our were strictly prohibited. Keeping my private and work life were essential but I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel even after knowing him for such a short time. I’ll have to admit I thought he was apart of some gang like Jongin and Sehun were but he said some guys tried to mug him and when he tried to defend himself they decided to use him as their little play thing for a while before shooting him. That explained the lacerations on his arms and chest.

“Since today is my last day in here why don’t we make today our first date as well?” He asked with a sly grin.

I couldn’t stop myself from blushing at his words, shocked by them, “W-What? Baekhyun we--we can’t.”

“I know you can’t have any relations with your patients but I won’t be your patient anymore. So what do you say? I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re shift is over yeah?” He asked, standing up and taking a step closer to me.

“I…” I trailed off not knowing what to say.

I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t attracted to him. He had a smile to die for and his personality just brought the room to life. I stayed silent for a few seconds before saying to hell with it and nodded, accepting his proposal. When he saw me nodding a grin immediately spread across his face. Without warning he leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. I stood there stunned as he pulled away, flashing me the smile I had come to adore.

“I’ll be outside waiting for you.”

-Three months later-

I looked up into his eyes as he hovered over me, his hand coming to intertwine with my own before he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips moved in sync with one another, the kiss igniting a fire within my body. No matter how many times the two of us shared a kiss this feeling never faded, in fact it just got stronger and stronger. With much whining from me he pulled away from the kiss, his lips trailing down my jaw and peppering my neck with kissed. I let out a soft moan when his lips found my soft spot, arching my chest into his.

“I love it when you moan for me.” He said in a low voice, his lips finding their way to my ear as he took my earlobe in between his teeth.

“Man am I going to love hearing my name fall from your lips tonight.” He said in a low voice before sucking on the side of my neck harshly.

[peppermintii]

IN AN 18+ OTOME GAME, I’LL PROTECT MY CHASTITY!

CHAPTER 32: WHILE I WAS THINKING------, I’M HAPPY Sensei’s home, well, it’s a splendid apartment. Forgetting the smoldering heat of my body, it was the splendid kind that left you dazed with your mouth wide open looking upwards. As expected, when you think of a game’s capture target, it isn’t strange to have these kind of fortunes but…….. It kinda makes my mind chaotic. A little mob character like me gets to come to sensei’s house, moreover, getting thi—s and tha—t done to me, is this reality? Did I play too many otome games from my past life that I’m seeing a strange dream? -------While I thought so, I was still happy. Somewhat losing it, Kurekamiji-sensei already wanted to do it as much as he’d like. [Mnn…. Sen, sei…] Riding the elevator, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me as if wanting to devour me. Sensei’s leg wedged between my thighs. The burning desire which calmed a little came back in an instant making my flesh heat up. The area of the pants above sensei’s knee was stained with honey that flowed from within me. The sleek sensation of the cloth felt rougher because of it getting wet which stimulated my secret place even more. Biting on my throat, I bent my body backwards. With his teeth slowly biting unto me, I felt scared inside. [Ngh….. Can’t,….breath…] I pleaded as I genuinely thought I might die when sensei spoke with serious eyes [I wanna eat you up and devour you like this…..] His heated, glazed tone strangely made me shiver. I feel like I’m being targeted by a vampire. With my throat being bitten, I’m like an entranced sacrifice. At this rate, I wonder if we’ll go all the way to the end…… but, I don’t think I’d hate that. ------ while thinking about it, I’m happy. Yes, even if it wasn’t something so cute. When the elevator reached our floor, his lips separated from mine. My leg felt powerless and can’t stand well but….. the next moment, my vision went blurry. Eh? What? Just when I thought so, sensei carried me over his shoulder. His shoulder is digging into my stomach….. Wait, normally isn’t it supposed to be princess carry? --------and while I was just thinking that, a lecherous hand started to caress the underside of my thigh, and then moved upwards……. Wait, I’m not wearing panties! No, even if I did, it’s still bad! [Se-se-se, sensei! Stop! Stop! STOP!] [……….] I can’t even voice out a word of rejection. The hand that touched my bare butt was strangely hot…… [Sen….. sei……Hyaaa] I’m supposed to strongly refuse this but when he brushed against a sensitive area, an unusually sweet voice came from me. At the same time, I felt honey flowed out once again. Th-th-this is bad, right……. The heavy door opened with the keycard and just like that, sensei slipped into the entrance. He removed his shoes messily, and without speaking a work, continued into long strides. [Se-sensei. My, shoes.] I desperately appealed while looking back but he wasn’t listening at all. His hands that were moving lecherously a while ago was now tightly holding my butt. But, as if trying to show his passion, his fingers dug into my skin deeper and deeper. [I’ll bite your tongue. Stay silent.] As he spoke in a low voice, my vision went blurry once again. As if floating, I thought [I’m gonna fall!], and shut my eyes. Afterwards, my body bounced softly from a spring. Timidly opening my I eyes, it seems I was let down on top of a bed. As he leaned forward, he took my shoes off and flung it away. And just like that, grasped my right ankle and spread my legs wide open. [Hyaaaa….. Nn] My mouth that let out a surprised and panicked tone was soon covered up with sensei’s lips. His tongue impatiently slipped inside, forcibly thrusting down my throat. It excited me so much deep inside. [Nnn!] In the next moment, something was pushed inside my secret place with force and my body jolted. It’s probably sensei’s fingers. His fingers moved around presumptuously inside the walls of my vagina trying to loosen it up. I felt my insides squeeze tight. Just when I thought that sensei’s fingers stop for a moment, he casually pulled them out. [Nnn~~!] I should be scared from his rough handling but my insides were telling me it wasn’t enough. Meanwhile, a lot of honey continued to flow out. I don’t want this anymore, this isn’t like me at all! I certainly DO love erotic games, the heroine feels it easily and I liked seeing her go Ahhhn~~ AAHHNN~ but, I never thought of myself becoming like this. Aren’t I simply like a bitch? I feel so pathetic my tears will fall. With my legs spread wide open, sensei thrust his finger roughly, and then I start to feel it….. Whichever it is, this is too much for a mob character! [Crying won’t help~. I’ve already decided, you’ll be mine.] When he released my lips, he gently licked my shut eyes. My body still reacted from his yandere line. [Hyaaan] This time, something thicker was thrusted inside rapidly. My insides tightened up in pleasure. [Even when I put in two, it seems you’re still fine….. Rina, have you, cum before?] [Nnnn…. Don’t move it around, sensei.] Sensei mentioned something but just enduring the movement of his fingers were already taking my all and so it didn’t quite register in my mind. [Ri~na. Answer me. Have you played with yourself before and came?] [Naaa….. Wha…..t’s.. that] [Here] When he said ‘here’, his inserted fingers stirred inside, and even stimulated the bud with his thumb. My body jolted twice, thrice as electric currents rushed forth. [Whoa, don’t cum. Whether it’s here or inside…… have you touched yourself and made yourself feel good before?] When I was questioned about such an unbelievable thing, my blood flowed backwards. [Tha, that’s, I haven’t! ……. AAAAaaa] As soon as I answered, his fingers inside moved roughly. [Then, making you feel good like this, is your first time?] Sensei held my chin and peered into my eyes. Going back even through my previous life, I haven’t played there with myself! Of course, it wasn’t done to me either! Thinking as such, I desperately nodded while sensei just laughed. [Well then, the only one who has played with this, is me huh….. you’re, not allowed to masturbate, for the rest of your life.] [HAAA? ……. Nngh] [I’ll be enough to make you feel good. Even if it’s you who touched yourself, you’ll be punished.] I wonder, I feel that he just said something absurd. Sensei planted a light kiss just as I was confused from his words and stimulus he just bestowed. [I’ll make you cum a whole lot later, I’ll make you feel good ‘til you drop dead but……. Sorry. I’ll make you mine first.] [-------EH?] [I have to make you mine faster or else, it’ll just make me worried.] [--------HA?] Panicking from his terrifying words, I tried to push away sensei’s chest but he grabbed both of my wrists and pressed it above my head. While I was losing my mind, my eyes looked around when I noticed that the front of sensei’s pants came loose at some point. [Sorry ‘bout this.] His low, feverish whisper was the last thing I heard. [DOOOONNN’T!!!] His hot rod roughly plunged inside. Hallucinating as if being stabbed, my mind went blank. TN: -WOW… so basically… this is rape… right?? But was it really?? She kinda liked it but was kinda denying it…. So what’s the truth??

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~Hey guys! So this is the second part of my story Hell Kitten! Sorry it took so long to get up but I think you’ll like it! 

Warning- Smut

Part 1~

Part 2

Happy’s POV

We had been on the run a week and so far it wasn’t too bad. Our fighting had been at a minimum but it wouldn’t be us if there wasn’t little arguments which we always made up for afterwards. We were staying in a hotel since neither one of us wanted to stay in SAMTAZ’s dorms. I had just gotten back to the hotel we were staying at and before I even got to the door, I knew something was brewing.

You were watching TV, in just my shirt, when I walked in. I smirked at that and put my stuff down. I took off my kutte and then my shirt.

“Hey baby… you look really good…” I growled out. You didn’t take your eyes off the TV and you didn’t say a word to me.  “Baby?” I asked. You still didn’t say a word to me. You didn’t make any acknowledgement that I was even in the goddamn room! I was starting to get pissed now. I stomped over to the bed and sat down beside you. You still didn’t make any acknowledgement of my presence. I gripped your chin and made you look at me.

“Get the fuck off of me.” You growled and shoved my hand away.

“Oh so you do speak.” I growled back.

“That’s rich coming from you.” You shot back. That was true but beside the point.

“I only say the important things.” I told her. Your jaw clenched and you looked at me with such fury. I don’t know what the hell I said but it pissed you off big time.

“Oh… you only say the important things huh?” Your voice was laced in sarcasm and dipped in venom. I wasn’t sure what to say so I just nodded. You shook your head and pulled away from me to get up on the other side of the bed.

“What is your problem?” I asked looking at you like you were insane.

“You… fucking… jackass!” You yelled at me. My eyes widened. “So saying I love you isn’t fucking important!?” I sighed and internally cursed. Fuck, I forgot to say it this morning before I left.

“Baby, I’m sorry but it’s not that big of a deal.” I told you.

“Not that big of a deal?” You crossed your arms and glared at me. “Fine then it’s not that big of a deal when you sleep on the floor tonight.”

“I’m not sleeping on the floor, little girl.” I stood up glaring back.

“Well since you don’t love me, yeah you are!” You yelled.

“It’s not that big of a fucking deal!” I yelled back.

We were both breathing heavy as we glared at each other. I was too pissed to talk but you, never. You were too pissed to shut the fuck up. You took the bedside lamp and threw it at my head as you kept screaming about how much of a bastard I was. I dodged it easily but was pissed that you had the fucking balls to do it. I walked over to you and wrapped my hand around your throat. Not hard but enough to put some pressure there. You stopped talking, stunned by my actions. Once you processed what was happening your eyes glazed over with lust and you smirked up at me. "Choke me, daddy." You said softly. I growled at your words and kissed you hard. You moaned as I did and pulled me closer to you. I softly squeezed your throat and pushed you against the wall. I moved my hand from your throat to your ass, along with my other hand. So that way I could lift you up and your wrapped your legs around my waist immediately. My jean covered erection pressing right against you, since you had nothing on besides my shirt.

I broke our kiss and smirked at you. I gave your ass a nice hard smack, loving the sound it made. You moaned loudly as I did it and your hips bucked, making you hit my erection. I growled and smacked the other side just as hard. Your reaction was the same as the other side which made me chuckle.

“My naughty little hell kitten.” I said before pulling my shirt off of you. I growled as your naked body came into view. You were so fucking beautiful and I loved every inch of you. I took one hand away and started undoing my belt which you happily helped out with once you realized what I was doing. You undid my belt and pants before pushing them and my boxers down. My erection sprung out and I reached between us to put it against your entrance. A thought came into my mind and I smirked. Instead of pushing it inside of you, I slowly moved the head up and down your slit making you whimper and moan at the sensation.

“D… Daddy…. Please...” You could barely get out the words. Your nails dug into my arms and your head rested back against the wall. With your head back I had perfect access to your neck. I leaned forward and began to give your neck lots of marks. Everyone already knew who you belonged to but giving a reminder never hurt. Your moans were driving me insane and it didn’t take long for me to slam into you. I filled you completely and your whole body shivered against mine while you moaned out loudly.

“Fuck, kitten…. You feel so good.” I growled in her ear before giving it a nip. You gasped and your nails dug in more. Definitely, going to have some marks tomorrow. Which was more than fine, marks from my baby were the best kind.

“Daddy…..” You whined. “Please move!” I chuckled before kissing you hard and passionately. I started to move in and out of you, going at a slow pace to torture you a bit more. I moved us away from the wall and walked us over to the tiny couch in the room. Setting you down over the arm of the couch, your head laying against the seat and I lift your ass up so it was just above the arm.

“Better grab onto something, kitten.” I winked down at you and wrap my hands around your thighs. Once, I make sure I’m at the right angle I start pounding into you hard and fast. Your moans grow louder and you grab the cushion above your head with one hand. I watch as your breasts bounce from my pounding and growl. It doesn’t take long for you to orgasm for the first time.

I didn’t stop pounding into you and grabbed your thighs harder, using them to pull you against me and pushed myself deeper inside of you. Pounding you like this, felt amazing and I wasn’t going to last long because of it. I knew you were getting closer to another orgasm yourself and started moving faster. As soon as I felt your pussy clench around my cock, I buried myself deep inside of you and came hard. I stayed buried and we both panted hard as we came down from our orgasms. I softly rubbed your thighs and pulled out of you slowly. I pulled you up so that you were sitting on the arm of the couch and kissed you softly.

“Want to tell me why you were so mad?” I asked quietly, not wanting to upset you again.

“Promise, you won’t be upset?” You asked and I chuckled.

“Baby, if I get mad then we’ll just have another round of hot sex.” I kissed you and smirked.

“I… I’m pregnant, Hap…” You said so quietly that I almost missed it. My jaw dropped, that had not been what I was expecting. “Hap?” I shook my head, realizing that you were probably freaking out.

“That’s… baby that’s such great news.” I smiled and kissed you again.

“Really?” You pulled back and asked.

“Really.” I put one hand over your belly then chuckled. “This means the rough sex will have to stop doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, sorry Hap.” You laughed and I shrugged.

“It’s going to be worth it, baby.” I told you and you nodded before kissing me.

~Hope you enjoy!~